[ Footsteps Approaching ]
Are you alive?
Yes.
Prove it.
[ Gasps ] [ Alarms Blaring ]
It has begun.
[ Chattering ]
Make a hole! [ Chattering Continues ]
As I was saying, form follows function.
Nowhere is this axiom of design more readily apparent...
than on board the world-famous Battlestar Galactica.
This ship, the last of her kind still in service,
was constructed over 50 years ago during the early days of the Cylon War.
Originally there were 1 2 Battlestars, each representing one of Kobol's 1 2 colonies.
Galactica represented Caprica and was first commanded by Commander Nash--
''The Cylon war is long over, yet we must not forget the reasons why--''
Commander Adama, if I may? Captain.
I just wanted to say what a pleasure it's been serving with you in your command.
Captain Kelly, it's been my honor. Good luck in your next assignment.
Thank you, sir.
''The Cylon war is long over, yet--'' Good morning, sir.
Good morning, Starbuck. What do you hear?
Nothing but the rain.
Grab your gun and bring in the cat. Boom, boom, boom.
[ Woman On P.A.] Attention. Honor guard detail...
report to starboard hangar bay for ceremonial briefing and rehearsal.
Let's go, guys. Chief's gonna have our ass.
Yeah, well, you're the one that was supposed to wrap that yesterday.
Shh. It's the old man.
Too late. What's up?
Nothing, sir.Just another leak in that ''frakin''' window.
Pardon me, sir.
It's supposed to be a Battlestar, not a museum.
Sorry for saying so, sir.
Couldn't agree with you more. Be careful out there, all right?
''The Cylon War is long over, yet we cannot forget the reasons why--''
Morning, sir. Good morning.
Com traffic from the midwatch. Hmm. Anything interesting?
Mostly housekeeping. Uh, there was one odd message we were copied on.
The one from Fleet Headquarters there, sir.
Courier officer's overdue coming back from Armistice Station.
They've asked for a full status report on all F.T.L.-capable ships...
just in case they need somebody to jump out there today--
see if his ship has any mechanical problems.
I think we're a little bit busy today. Wouldn't you say so, Lieutenant?
Yes, sir. I'm glad we agree.
And may I take this opportunity to say that it's been both a pleasure...
and an honor to serve under you these past three years.
It's my honor, Lieutenant Gaeta.
''The Cylon War is long over--''
Colonel?
You'll see things here that look odd or even antiquated--
Hello. Antiquated to modern eyes.
Phones with cords, awkward manual valves...
computers that barely deserve the name.
It was all designed to operate against an enemy...
who could infiltrate and disrupt even the most basic computer systems.
Galactica is a reminder of a time when we were so frightened by our enemies...
that we literally looked backward for protection.
[ Riveters Whirring ]
[ Woman On P.A.] Attention all hands--
[ Continues, Indistinct ]
Morning.
Attention on deck!
Chief. At ease. Sir.
This way.
A Mark II.
Haven't seen one of these in about 20 years.
If the commander will take a closer look... at the tail numbering.
Nebula 72 42 Constellation.
Oh, my God. Where did you find her?
Rusting out in a salvage yard on Sagittarian.
We had hoped the commander would allow her to participate in the decommissioning ceremony.
She'll fly? Oh,yes, sir.
Ah. We've restored the engines,
patched the guidance system, replaced much of the flight control--
You guys are amazing. She's fueled, armed,
ready for launch, sir. Commander.
What? More? Mm-hmm.
Somebody's bucking for a promotion around here.
I believe that would be Prosna, sir.
He found this in the fleet archives.
He was doing some research for the museum.
[ Sighs ]
Thank you. Thank you all. It's an honor.
You're welcome, sir. Fall out.
All right. You heard the man. Let's get number three up.
[ Chattering ]
[ Woman On P.A.] Attention.
[ Continues, Indistinct ]
[ Man Shouting, Indistinct ]
Prior to 2300 hours.
Uh-oh.
Here we go. If you're gonna play with the big dogs--
No fear. I'm in. Bet's to you, X.O.
I'm in. I'm not scared of you.
Oh, Helo. When are you gonna learn? First you're flying with rooks, and then--
Hey! Ow!
And then you're betting against Starbuck.
''Starbuck. '' Now there's a call sign.
Starbuck. Starbuck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck.
Where'd you get that nickname, anyway?
Was that before you were thrown in the brink as a cadet for drunk and disorderly or after?
After. After. That's right. It was after.
I'm in. Bet's to you, X.O.
I'm in. Stay.
How's the wife?
Too early for that kind of money.
Hey, did you hear about that Pyramid game on Geminon?
What were you doing on Geminon?
This girl there I know. What girl don't you know?
The wife is just fine.
Talk to her lately? Bet's to you, Lieutenant.
[ Clears Throat ] All right.
Thirty to me. [ Drops Coins ]
And it looks like I'm gonna bring this lovely little game to a close...
because... full colors! [ Laughs ]
Ha-ha! Ah-whoo!
[ Taunting ]
[ Clears Throat ] [ Laughing ]
- [ Gasps, Grunts ] - Ow! Ow!
[ Indistinct Yelling ] Stop!
Okay, I'm fine. I'm fine. Hey, hey, hey.
[ Yelling, Grunting ]
Okay. Hey.
You have finally gone too far...
and now you're done.
Lieutenant, consider yourself under arrest, pending charges.
Report to the brig.
Gentlemen. [ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]
Are you really gonna press charges against Kara?
For striking a superior officer? You're damned right I am.
Heard you started the day off pretty early.
I wasn't on duty.
[ Chuckles ] Now, where did you get this?
Tyrol's deck gang scrounged it up.
I couldn't talk you out of it, could I? Not a chance.
She is insubordinate, undisciplined.
Probably one of the finest fighter pilots I've ever seen in my life.
Yeah. She's better than I am.
Twice as good as you. Like hell.
[ Chuckles ] Jesus.
Listen, I'm not gonna defend what she did.
Especially the cracks about your marital problems.
But you did kick over the table first.
I did not.
Unless I did.
You did.
So what do you say we just drop the formal charges...
throw her in the brig, cool her heels off until we get home?
You always did have a soft spot for her.
Yeah, I guess I'm just a crazy old man.
[ Door Slams ]
I'm afraid the tests are positive. The mass is malignant.
It's advanced well beyond the-- [ Loud Rumbling ]
[ Man ] So I also sent the president a copy of your speech for Galactica's retirement.
Hopefully, he'll have a chance to review it...
but there is a 30-minute time delay between the Galactica and--
- Excuse me. - Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. Welcome aboard.
We are en route to Galactica...
and our estimated flight time is approximately five and a halfhours.
Please sit back and relax and enjoy your flight.
[ Sobbing ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Bell Ringing ]
[ Chattering ]
[ Woman ] I'll take two.!
[ Chattering Continues ]
[ Woman ] All right.
[ Laughs ]
How small they are. I know.
But they grow up so fast. May I?
Sure. [ Laughs ]
There.
[ Baby Fussing ] So light.
[ Crying ] So fragile.
Shh, shh, shh, shh. There, there. It's okay.
You're not gonna have to cry much longer.
We really should be going.
Of course. [ Baby Fussing ]
It's amazing how the neck can support that much weight.
Chantara. Honey. Let's go.
I gotta show you something.
Okay. Yeah. Come on.
[ Chantara Laughs ] Give me a moment.
[ Neck Snaps ]
[ Chantara ] Just a second.
I'll go with you.
[ Chantara Screaming ] My God.! He's not breathing.!
Oh, my God.! Oh, my God.! He's not breathing.!
My baby.! [ Sobbing ]
For those of you just joining us from the Pyramid game on Geminon...
welcome to The Spotlight...
our weekly interview program devoted to people making news on Caprica.
Today we're talking with Dr. Gaius Baltar...
winner of three Magnate Awards over the course of his career.
A media cult figure and a personal friend of President Adar's,
he is currently working as a top consultant for the Ministry of Defense...
on computer issues.
But he's perhaps best known for his controversial views...
on advancing computer technology.
Dr. Baltar, again, welcome.
Thank you, Kellan. Firstly, may I say how lovely you're looking...
and secondly, what an absolute pleasure it is to be on the show.
Well, we're delighted to have you with us.
Could you summarize your views for our audience?
[ Baltar ] Yes, I'd be happy to.
My position is very simple.
The ban on research and development into artificial intelligence...
is, as we all know, a holdover from the Cylon Wars.
Quite frankly, I find this to be an outmoded concept.
It serves no useful purpose except to impede our efforts--
[ Moaning ]
Miss me?
Can't you tell?
Your body misses me, but what about your heart, your soul?
Yeah, those too.
Do you love me, Gaius? What?
Do you love me? Are you serious?
You had me worried there for a minute.
[ Gasps, Panting ]
[ Gaius Grunts ] I'm hot, Gaius.
I'm so hot!
[ Man On Radio ] Viper 450, this is Galactica. Approach port landing bay.
Hands-on, speed 1 05. Checkers red. Call the ball.
Galactica, this is Viper 450. Check that.
Did you say hands-on approach?
Viper 450, that's affirmative. Hands-on approach.
Copy that, Galactica. Port landing bay, hands-on approach.
Speed 1 05. I have the ball.
[ Man ] Skids down. Mag lock secure.
On behalf of Galactica, I'd like to welcome you aboard, Apollo. It's an honor to have you with us.
[ Man Shouts, Indistinct ]
[ Woman On P.A., Indistinct ]
[ Chattering ]
Morning, sir. ChiefTyrol.
I'll be your crew chief while you're aboard.
Morning, Chief. Captain Lee Adama.
It's a real pleasure to... meet you, sir.
I'm sure you've heard this before. I'm a great admirer of your father's.
The service is gonna miss him when he retires.
Well, I'm sure someone will. Is your auto-landing system down?
I was hands-on for the whole approach.
It's all hands-on here, Captain.
There are no auto-landings on the Galactica.
Commander Adama's orders.
Is that right?
[ Man On P.A.] Attention in the port hangar bay.
Raptor touching down. Clear. The checker is red.
[ Beeping ]
Nice flying, Lieutenant. I think they heard that clear up to the bridge.
Yeah. I'm gonna catch hell from the L.S.O., but it wasn't entirely my fault.
Primary gimbal's acting up again. Oh, it's the gimbal's fault again?
Helo, am I lying? Gimbal looked bad to me.
I've pulled that gimbal three times and stripped it twice.
The gimbal's not the problem, sir. You're not listening to me, Chief.
I listen very closely to what each and every one of my pilots has to say.
You're not the one out there trying to bring in 50 tons of Raptor...
onto a moving hangar deck with a bad gimbal.
- I've got 1 0 years experience... - Here we go.
breaking down and stripping every component and every system--
[ Together] That's ever been installed in every spacecraft on my hangar deck.
The gimbal is broken. Shut up, sir.
Morning. [ Men ] Morning, sir.!
All right. Today is the main event.
We have a formation demonstration, flyby maneuvers...
in conjunction with the decommissioning ceremony.
I've got a few changes to the flight plan.
Lieutenant Thrace is being replaced in the slot by Lieutenant Anders.
Also, we have Captain Lee Adama joining us,
and he's gonna be flying lead during the flyby, so please welcome Captain.
Good to have you. Welcome, Apollo. Welcome aboard, Captain.
Great. Welcome.
Thanks to ChiefTyrol and his deck gang, Captain,
you're gonna have the honor offlying the actual Viper...
that your father flew almost 40 years ago.
Great. That's, um-- That's quite an honor.
[ CAG ] Yes, it is, Captain.
And personally I can't think of a better way to send this ship into retirement.
It may interest you to know that the final results for the C.N.P. project are:
Working close to 95%° efficiency throughout the fleet.
Hold your applause, please. No applause for me?
I doubt you would've ever completed the project without me.
Yes, well, you helped a bit. I rewrote half your algorithms.
All right, you were extremely helpful.
But let's not forget you got something out of it.
All that poking around inside the Defense mainframe.
Should give you a huge advantage bidding for the contract next year.
You know that's not really why I did it. No, you did it 'cause you love me.
That, and God wanted me to help you.
Right. He spoke to you, did he? You had a chat?
He didn't speak to me in a literal voice.
And you don't have to mock my faith.
Sorry. I'm just not very religious.
Does it bother you that I am?
It puzzles me that an intelligent, attractive woman such as yourself...
should be taken in by all that mysticism and superstition.
But I'm willing to overlook it on account of your other attributes.
[ Chuckles ]
I have to go. I'm meeting someone.
Really? Who is he? I'm insanely jealous.
I doubt that.
So touchy today.
Well, as a matter of fact, I'm meeting someone too. Business.
A new project at Defense I might do.
So, uh,
you'll call me later, right?
It's about time. I wondered when you'd get here.
[ Man ] Secretary Roslin. Yes.
- Mr. ''Kickay. '' - Keikeya.
Oh, sorry. Hi. Hi.
My name's Aaron Doral. I'm from Public Relations.
I'd like to welcome you aboard Galactica. Thank you.
If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your quarters.
[ Man On P.A.] Attention all hands.
At this time, Galactica would like to welcome aboard...
the secretary of education, Laura Roslin.
The secretary is a member of the president's cabinet.
We're honored by her presence aboard our ship...
and her participation this afternoon in Galactica's decommissioning ceremony.
Madam Secretary?
[ Man Chatting On Phone ] Yes, that's exactly what I would think.
[ Man On P.A.] Attention all hands. E. V.A. activity on hull.
Do not radiate any electrical equipment while E. V.A. is in progress.
Thank you.
In or out.
Excuse me? Get in or get out.
Shut the hatch. Sorry.
Where are you trying to be?
Uh, visitor's quarters. I'm a visitor.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah. Never would've guessed.
It tells people things like where the restroom is.
It's an integrated computer network, and I will not have it aboard this ship.
I heard you're one of those people. You're actually afraid of computers.
No. There are many computers on this ship, but they're not networked.
A computerized network would simply make it faster and easier for the teachers to be able to teach--
Let me explain something to you.
Many good men and women lost their lives aboard this ship...
because someone wanted a faster computer to make life easier.
I'm sorry that I'm inconveniencing you or the teachers...
but I will not allow a network computerized system...
to be placed on this ship while I'm in command.
Is that clear? Yes, sir.
Thank you. Excuse me.
[ Grunting ]
This seems familiar.
Captain Adama, sir.
Sorry I wasn't there to greet you with the rest of the squadron.
Did they kiss your ass to your satisfaction?
So, what's the charge this time?
Striking a superior asshole.
Ah. I bet you've been waiting all day to say that one.
Most of the afternoon, yeah. Right.
So, how long's it been?
Two years. Two years. We must be getting old.
Seems like the funeral was just a couple months ago.
Yeah.
Your old man's doin' fine. We don't talk about it much.
Maybe two or three times a year. He still struggles with it, though.
I haven't seen him. Why not?
Kara, don't even start. How long are you gonna do this?
I'm not doing anything. He lost his son, Lee.
And who's responsible for that?
Same old Lee. You haven't changed either.
Zak was my brother.
What was he to me? Nothin'?
That's not what I meant. And you know what--
You know what? You should go.
I'm gettin' the urge to hit another superior asshole.
Gaius.
Gaius!
What are you doing here? Who the hell are you?
Get out.
Gaius, who is this woman?
Uh, she's a friend. Well, more than a friend. When I say friend--
Get out.
[ Scoffs ]
This is just great.
Bye.
[ Door Closes ]
Look, it's, uh-- It's me, all right?
It-It-It's totally me.
I screwed up.
I am screwed up. I always have been.
It's a, uh-- It's a flaw in my character that I have.
I've always hated it and I've tried--
Spare me your feigned self-awareness and remorse.
I came here because I have something to tell you.
Oh. Okay.
Oh, here he is. If you'd just like to--
A little space. Captain, thank you for joining us.
Hi. Aaron Doral.
If you'd just like to stand up there, we'll get a few shots of you...
and the commander.
Thanks.
Hello, Captain.
Great. Okay, gentlemen, could you maybe stand a bit closer?
Fantastic. Um, Commander,
could you put your arm around your son?
Great. Perfect.
Okay. Thank you very much. Um, see you at the ceremony.
We'll just be leaving this-- through this doorway and to our right.
[ Woman On P.A.] Attention, honor guard detail, report to starboard hangar bay.
You want some, uh, coffee?
No, sir. Thank you, sir.
Why don't you sit down?
Congratulations on making captain. Sorry I wasn't there.
Thank you, sir.
How's your mother? Getting married.
Good for her.
We spoke about a year ago. Had a real heart-to-heart. It was good.
I'm glad to hear that, sir. Will that be all?
Why don't you talk to me, Lee? What do you want to talk about?
Anything. You've been here for an hour. Well, I don't have anything to say.
My orders said report here and participate in the ceremony.
So I'm-I'm here, and I'm gonna participate in the ceremony.
There wasn't anything in my orders about having any heart-to-heart chats with the old man.
Accidents happen in the service.
Dad, listen, I--
You know all the things that you talked to me about at the funeral-- I really don't want to do this!
They still ring in my ears after two years. Good!
Good. 'Cause-- 'Cause you know what? They were meant to.
Zak had a choice. You both did.
''A man isn't a man until he wears the wings of a Viper pilot.''
Doesn't that sound at all familiar to you?
That's not fair, son.
No, it's not fair.
Because one of us wasn't cut out to wear the uniform.
He earned his wings, just like we all did. One of us wasn't cut out to be a pilot.
One of us wouldn't have made it into flight school...
if his old man, his daddy, hadn't pulled the strings!
That's an exaggeration.
I did nothing for him that I wouldn't have done for anyone else.
You're not even listening to me.
Wh-Why can't you get this through your head?
Zak did not belong in that plane!
He shouldn't have been there.
He-He was only doing it for you.
Face it. You killed him.
That'll be all, Captain.
So now you're telling me, um--
Now you're telling me you're a machine.
I'm a woman. You're a machine.
You're a synthetic woman.
A robot.
I've said it three times now. Well, forgive me.
I'm having the tiniest little bit of trouble believing that.
The last time anybody saw the Cylons, they looked like walking chrome toasters.
Those models are still around. They have their uses.
Prove it.
If you're a Cylon, prove it to me right now.
I don't have to. You know I'm telling the truth.
See, stating something as the truth doesn't necessarily make it so...
'cause the truth of the matter is I don't believe a word of it.
You believe me because deep down you've always known there was something different about me--
something that didn't quite add up in the usual way.
And you believe me because it flatters your ego...
to believe that alone, among all the billions of people...
of the Twelve Colonies, you were chosen for my mission.
Your mission? What mission?
You knew I wanted access to the Defense mainframe.
The-- Wait a minute.
The Defense mainframe? What exactly are you saying?
Come on, Gaius. The communications frequencies?
Deployment schedules? Unlimited access to every database?
Oh, my God.
I had nothing to do with this.
You know I had nothing to do with this.
You have an amazing capacity for self-deception.
How do you do that?
How many people know about me, specifically? That I'm involved?
And even now, as the fate of your entire world hangs in the balance...
all you can think about is how this affects you.
Do you have any idea what they will do to me if they find out?
They'd probably charge you with treason.
Treason is punishable by the death penalty.
This is unbelievable. What are you doing?
Phoning my attorney. That won't be necessary.
He'll know what to do. He'll sort this out. He's the best in the business.
It won't be necessary, because in a few hours...
no one will be left to charge you with anything.
What exactly are you saying?
Humanity's children are returning home... today.
[ Doral ] I'd like to thank you all again for being here.
And, Elosha, thank you very much for those wonderful words.
Next is a ceremonial flyby by the last Galactica squadron...
led by Captain Lee Adama.
.'.'[ Fanfare ]
[ Gasps, Applause ]
And now it is my great pleasure to introduce the last commander...
of the Battlestar Galactica, Commander Adama.
Thank you very much.
The Cylon War is long over,
yet we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much...
in the cause of freedom.
The cost of wearing the uniform can be high...
but--
Sometimes it's too high.
You know, when we fought the Cylons,
we did it to save ourselves from extinction.
But we never answered the question, why?
Why are we as a people worth saving?
We still commit murder because of greed, spite,jealousy.
And we still visit all of our sins upon our children.
[ Adama On Headpiece ] We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything that we've done.
Like we did with the Cylons.
We decided to play God,
create life.
[ Adama On Speaker ] When that life turned against us,
we comforted ourselves in the knowledge...
that it really wasn't our fault, not really.
You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you've created.
Sooner or later, the day comes...
when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.
[ Murmuring ]
You are one surprising son of a bitch.
[ Lee On Speaker ] Colonial Heavy 798, this is Viper 7 2 42.
My call sign is Apollo, and I'll be your escort back to Caprica.
[ Pilot ] Copy that, Viper 7 2 42. Glad to have you with us, Apollo.
[ Woman On Radio ] Viper 7 2 42, Raptor 3 1 2.
This is Boomer.Just wanted to say it was an honor to fly with you, Apollo.
[ Pilot On Speaker ] Ladies and gentlemen, we are now en route back to Caprica.
If you look out the, uh, starboard window,
you might be able to see one of Galactica's old Mark II Vipers,
which will be escorting us back home.
[ Female Newscaster ] We don't have any further information yet.
[ Male Newscaster ] There are no remaining ships able to leave Caprica.
But no actual enemy has been sighted yet.
Officials are saying there doesn't seem any doubt--
[ Explosion ]
What have I done?
What am I gonna do?
There's no way out.
I know. I'm sure you know.
That's your doing, isn't it?
Wait. Wait. There has to be another way out ofhere.
I mean-- I mean, you must have an escape plan.
You're not about to be destroyed by your own bombs, are you?
How are you leaving? [ Screams ]
Gaius, I can't die.
When this body is destroyed, my memory, my consciousness,
will be transmitted to a new one.
I'll just wake up somewhere else in an identical body.
You mean there's more out there like you?
There are 1 2 models. I'm Number Six.
I don't want to die. I don't-- Get down.
[ Gaeta On Intercom ] C.I.C. to commanding officer.
- Go ahead. - I'm sorry to disturb you, sir,
but we have a priority one alert message from Fleet Headquarters.
It was transmitted in the clear.
In the clear? What does it say?
''Attention all colonial units.
''Cylon attack underway.
This is no drill.''
I'll be right there.
[ Alarm Blaring ]
[ Gaeta On P.A.] Action stations, action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
Repeat. Action stations, action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
Repeat. Action stations, action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
Not a drill? They can't be serious. Sounds like it to me.
What are we gonna shoot with? The ship's got no ammunition.
All right, people, let's go. Let's get this hangar bay ready for possible incoming.
What have we got? Shipping accident?
Combat? Understood.
Condition one is set. All decks report ready for action, sir.
Very well.
This is a joke. The fleet's playing a joke on you.
It's a retirement prank. Come on. I don't think so.
[ P.A. Rings ]
This is the commander.
Moments ago this ship received word of a Cylon attack against our home worlds...
is under way.
We do not know the size or the disposition or the strength of the enemy forces.
But all indications point...
to a massive assault against Colonial defenses.
Admiral Nagala has taken personal command of the fleet...
aboard the Battlestar Atlantia...
following complete destruction of Picon Fleet Headquarters...
in the first wave of the attacks.
How, why...
doesn't really matter now.
What does matter is that, as of this moment, we are at war.
You've trained for this.
You're ready for this.
Stand to your duties, trust your fellow shipmates...
and we'll all get through this.
Further updates as we get them. Thank you.
War with the Cylons.
All right, people, this is what we do.
We're the best, so let's get the old girl ready to roll and kick some Cylon ass!
Come on! Let's go! Move!
This better be for real.
- Tactical. - Sir?
Begin a plot of all military units in the solar system, friendly or otherwise.
X.O. Sir?
We're in a shooting war. We need something to shoot.
I'll start checking munitions depots.
D., send a signal to our fighter squadron.
I want positions and tactical status immediately.
Yes, sir. And get Kara Thrace out of the brig.
Boomer, acknowledge Galactica's signals and send 'em our position.
Tell them we've detected a formation of Cylon fighters directly ahead, and I intend to attack.
Boomer, do you copy?
Copy that. Ease up there, Boomer.
Take a deep breath.
Stand by. Helo?
I show 1 0.
No, no, make that five Cylon raiders on course 3 2 4-mark-1 1 0.
Speed, 7.1 .
Time to intercept, seven minutes.
You don't sound too sure. A lot of jamming going on.
Cylons are using a lot of sensor decoys. Sorting through them, but--
Understood.Just take your time, guide us in. We'll do the rest.
[ Sharon ] Yes, sir.
So that would put our squadron about here.
Now, looks like the main fight is shaping up over here near Virgon's orbit.
But even at top speed, they're still over an hour away.
[ Adama ] Plot a course along this axis.
If we can keep Virgon between us and the battle,
we might be able to get pretty close before the Cylons are even aware. [ Gaeta ] At least, sir.
Commander, ready for duty, sir. Good.
Where the hell did the Cylons come from?
All we know for sure is they achieved complete surprise and we're taking heavy losses.
We lost 30 Battlestars in the opening attack.
That's a quarter of the fleet. I need pilots, and I need fighters.
Pilots you got. There's 20 of us climbing the walls down in the ready room.
But fighters--
I think I seem to remember an entire squadron of fighters...
down on the starboard hangar deck yesterday.
Yes, sir.
You sure they'll fly?
The reactor's still hot, so all we have to do is pull the rad buffers from the engine,
refuel it, load the ordnance, and you're ready to go.
The biggest problem is getting 'em over to the port launch bay.
Why can't we use the starboard launch? It's a gift shop now.
Frak me. All right, let's go!
Everybody pick a bird! We're going to the port launch bay!
What's the latest, D.? A lot of confusion.
I keep getting these weird reports about equipment malfunctions.
Why is that weird? It's the number of malfunctions.
One report said an entire Battlestar lost power...
just before it came in contact with the enemy.
They said it was like someone just turned off a switch.
Cylon formation ahead. We're down to two confirmed Cylons now.
Approaching visual range.
Okay, Boomer, we'll take it from here. You back way off.
Roger that.
All right, boys and girls, you break into attack formation.
There might only be two of them, but I want you to stick with your wingman and do not get overconfident.
[ Male Pilot ] Anybody know what these things look like?
[ Female Pilot ] Pictures I've seen of the old Cylon fighters were sort oflike a big flying wing.
[ Male Pilot ] Those pictures are 40 years old.
Okay, keep the chatter down. [ Over Radio ] CAG, Boomer.
We've got a lot more contacts showin' up. Looks like a couple of squadrons, at least.
All Vipers, weapons free.
Let's go get 'em.
[ Static ] What the--
I've lost power.
Jolly.Jolly, take over.
Jolly, can you read me?
What are they doing?
I don't know. They're going straight in.
Com chatter's gone. They're not talking anymore.
CAG, Boomer.
Do you read?
Boomer, this is CAG.
If you can hear me they must've done something to our computer system.
Some sort of electronic jamming. I've never seen anything like this.
There's no cockpits.
Nobody's flying these things.
Oh, my God.
[ Screams ]
No!
Boomer, get us out of here! Right.
[ Man ] Once again, we are processing the information that we have been given,
and I urge you all to try to stay calm.
As we get more information, I will pass it along to you.
We appreciate your patience. Thank you.
What's going on? I'm not sure.
Any luck over there, Captain? No.Just picking up a lot of confusing chatter.
Well, to be honest with you, I'm kind of glad you're stickin' around.
Makes us all feel better just seeing you out there.
Well, don't get too comfortable.
This oldjunker I'm in was meant for show, not combat.
If we run into a problem, I'll do what I can to protect you.
But the first sign of trouble, you pour on the speed and you run.
Don't you worry about that. I got my hand on the throttle.
It hasn't left since I got that first message.
Colonial Heavy 7 98 out.
Two missiles now.
Jam the warheads! I'm trying.
Can't find their frequency. Drop a swallow.
Got two left.
Damn it. Come on!
Ah, frak! What?
Check the screen ahead. Oh. Guess we found the main fight.
[ Beeping ]
- Missile lock! - We got one left.
[ Groans ]
We're hit! Oh, really?
Helo-- Hey!
Are you okay? Present!
Stay with me.
Okay, we have a fuel leak. We have to put down and repair it.
- Nearest world is Caprica. - Lot of company between us and there.
Yeah.
[ Engine Decelerates ]
So we're cruisin'?
Best way to avoid attracting attention.
No power signature, go in a straight line.
Unless somebody actually gets close enough to see us,
wejust look like a chunk of debris on the sensors.
I think we have enough inertia to make it to Caprica's ionosphere.
Then we power up and find a place to land.
Nice. Nice thinkin' there. [ Panting ]
Preliminary reports indicate...
a thermonuclear device in the 50-megaton range...
was detonated over Caprica City 30 minutes ago.
Nuclear detonations have been reported...
on the planets Arilon, Icon,
Sagittarian and Geminon.
No reports of casualties, but they will be high.
How many people in Caprica City alone?
- Seven million. - Mourn the dead later.
Right now the best thing we can do is get this ship into the fight.
Yes? Excuse me.
Um, one of the passengers has a shortwave wireless.
They've heard a report that Caprica has been nuked.
It has, hasn't it?
Caprica and three other colonies.
I guess I, uh--
I should go make an announcement or something.
I'll do it. I'm a member of the political cabinet.
It's my responsibility.
While I'm doing that, I would ask that you...
contact the Ministry of Civil Defense and see what we can do to help.
Including the colonies of Caprica, [ Passengers Gasp ]
Picon, [ Woman ] Oh, my God.
Arilon and Tauron.
What about Trevor? What about Geminon?
Anything on Geminon? My kids are on Geminon!
Okay, stop, stop! Please, stop!
Please, I'm trying to reach the government right now to get more information.
In the meantime, we should all be prepared for an extended stay aboard this ship.
So, uh, you, please, and you, uh,
take an inventory of the emergency supplies and rations.
Hey, wait a minute. Who put you in charge?
Well, that's a good question.
The answer is no one.
But this is a government ship, and I am the senior government official, so that puts me in charge.
So why don't you help me out and go down into the cargo area...
and see about setting it up as a living space.
Everyone else, please, uh-- please try and stay calm. Thank you.
[ Chattering]
All right, this is the passenger manifest.
Are you all right? Yeah, yeah.
My parents moved to Picon two months ago...
to be closer to my sisters and their families...
and their grandkids and--
Um--
Madam Secretary, we've got your comlink.
Yeah.
[ Man ] Thank God you're not here, Laura. Thank God.
Jack. I've never seen anything like it.
Where is the president? Dust in the air, thousands of people wandering the streets.
Where is the president,Jack?
Is he alive? I don't know. I think so.
We hear all kinds of things.
Have the Cylons made any demands? Do we know what they want?
No. No contact. I'm pretty sure about that.
Has anyone discussed--
Has anyone discussed the possibility of surrender?
Has it been considered? After Picon was nuked,
the president offered a complete unconditional surrender.
- The Cylons didn't even respond. - Colonial Heavy 7 98.
- Where? - [ Beeping ]
What should we do?
Uh, copy that. The Cylons have found us.
- There's an inbound missile. - Where the hell did our escort go?
Krypter, krypter, krypter.
This is Apollo to Colonial Heavy 798.
I'm declaring an emergency. Flight systems are off-line.
Need assistance.
[ Explosion ]
That's six.
- How you comin' on that fuel line? - Almost there.
We'll be airborne pretty soon.
Okay, that should do it. Sharon.
Grab your sidearm.
Helo-- Just stand your ground.
Captain, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Uh, my name's Aaron Doral. I met you before.
Took some publicity photos with you and your father.
What are these things? Electric pulse generators from the Galactica.
Really? That's interesting. Captain, I can't tell you how glad I am to see you.
Oh? Why is that?
Personally, I'd feel a lot better if someone qualified were in charge around here.
Is something wrong with your pilot? No.
It's just that he's not the one giving orders.
This is, uh-- It's a bad situation, isn't it, sir?
Yes, it is. Right.
What if we transfer the ''L'' containers from bay three to bay four?
Then we would have one, two and three for passengers. Yeah, that's doable.
That's a lot of heavy lifting without dock loaders.
A little hard work is just what the people need right now.
Captain, good to see you again.
Likewise. Thanks for the lift. [ Chuckles ] You should thank her.
- Start the cargo transfer and prep bay three for survivors. - Yes, ma'am.
I'm sorry. Survivors?
As soon as the attack began, the government ordered a full stop on all civilian vessels,
so now we've got hundreds of stranded ships in the solar system.
Some are lost, some are damaged, some are losing power.
We have enough space on this ship to accommodate up to 500 people,
and we're going to need every bit of it.
But we don't even know what the tactical situation is out there.
The tactical situation is that we are losing, right, Captain?
Right. So we pick up as many people as we can,
we try to find a safe haven to put down.
Captain, I'd like you to look over the navigational charts...
for a likely place to hide from the Cylons.
That's all.
Lady's in charge.
That's as close as you get, okay? Let's just settle down here.
Settle down and no one gets hurt.
I've gotta get on board. I'll give you 50,000 cubits.
We're not taking money.! Sixty thousand!
This isn't a rescue ship. This is a military vessel, and we're not taking money.
[ Woman ] Please.! You've gotta take my nephew.! We are not taking money.
Please! Take the children!
What about the children?
What about my wife? Yeah, what about the children?
All right, all right, all right! Children first. Children.
[ Man ] Go ahead, baby, go ahead. [ Woman ] How many are there?
[ Man #1 ] There's still room, right? [ Man #2 ] What about us?
- All right, we can take three more people. - Three?
That's the maximum load if we're gonna break orbit.
- Who chooses the three,you? - No one chooses. No one.
Lottery. [ Crowd Groans ]
Everyone gets a number. We put the numbers in a box, take out three.
That's it. No arguing, no appeal. How can we trust you?
And I will shoot the first person who tries to board before then.
Helo, get your flight manual and tear out the pages.
[ Tigh On P.A.] Attention. Inbound Dradis contact, rated highly probable enemy fighter.
All hands stand by for battle maneuvers.
Launch Vipers. Vipers clear to launch.
Joker, this is Shooter. I have control. Stand by.
[ Man ] Viper 1 1 04, clear forward.
Nav-con green.
Interval check.
Mag-cat ready.
Tube door open.
Thrust positive and good luck.
Interval... check.
Thrusters positive.
Stand by.
Thrusters fluctuating. Abort takeoff.
Viper 8547, copy that. Throttle down, tube safe.
- Roger, Viper. - Frak! Get me outta here!
Go, go, go!
[ Tyrol ] Get the bird out. Cally, Prosna, on the nose.
Next two, wing push. Last two, guide.
Okay, move, move.!
Ladder's on. Get her outta there.! Cally, Prosna, figure out what's goin'on.
Three frakin' aborts, Chief? We're on it, sir.
It's the pressure reg valve again. We should pull it.
We can't. We don't have a spare.
Bow up half.
Forward left one quarter. Stern right full.
[ Gaeta On P.A.] Inbound enemy contact bearing 2 47,
range 1 1 5, closing.
- Let's go! - Come on, let's go!
We should pull the valve and bypass the whole system. We can't do that. The relay will blow.
It'll hold, I'm telling you. Just pull the valve!
[ Male Pilot ] Firing. Miss.!
[ Female Pilot ] Watch it, watch it. [ Adama ] Engines all ahead full.
Ahead full, sir. Engines report ahead full.
[ Male Pilot ] I got him. Terra's got him. Terra's got him.! No.!
- [ Alarm Blaring ] - I can't get a shot. I can't get a shot.!
Vipers, stay in formation. I can't get a lock.
Oh, wait. I got him, I got him.
[ Kara ] Come on.! Ready!
Clear the tube! Let's go! Get her in. Move, move!
- Oh, frak me! - [ Beeping ]
He's irradiating some weapon at me, but it doesn't seem to have any effect.
All Vipers, systems are go.
- Hold it together, guys. - Come on.
[ Beeping ] I'm all right!
[ Beeping ] Radiological alarm.
He's got nukes.
Come on!
Galactica, you've got an inbound nuke. All Vipers, break.
Break, break.! Brace for contact, my friend.
I haven't heard that in a while.
Galactica, Starbuck.
The forward section of the port flight pod has sustained heavy damage.
Galactica, you've got violent decompressions all along the port flight pod.
Do you read me, Galactica?
Radiation levels within norms.
The hull plating kept out most of the hard stuff.
Sir, port stern thrusters are locked open. All bow thrusters nonresponsive.
We're in an uncontrolled lateral counterclockwise spin.
Send a D.C. party up to aux control and have 'em cut all the fuel lines to the stern thruster.
Okay, we have got buckled supports all along the port flight pod...
and chain reaction decompressions occurring everywhere forward of frame 2-- 250.
That's a problem.
- Saul, take personal command of the D.C. units. - Me?
Sir, the stern thruster's still locked open. We need you.
You're either the X.O. or you're not. [ Man ] Casualty list to sick bay.
Sir. [ Man #2 ] Sick bay is cut off.
[ Woman On P.A.] Attention. All decks switch emergency power relays...
to positive and low.
[ Grunts, Coughs ]
Go, guys, go! Move it! Go!
[ Coughing ]
Chief, we're losing pressure.
The port pod, it's buckling. We need help!
Report. We've got structural buckling all along this line.
We've gotta get those fires out! I know. Fire suppressors are down.
Water main is down. I'm tryin' to fight this fire with handheld gear.
We've got another decompression heading toward the port pod.
What are your orders, sir? Sir?
All right, listen. I need you to get the rest of your D.C. teams down from the landing bay.
Give 'em hand-- No time.
Seal off everything forward of frame 30 and start an emergency vent of all compartments.
Wait. I've got over a hundred people trapped up behind frame 34. I just need a minute to get 'em out.
If we don't seal it off now, we're gonna lose a lot more than a hundred men. Seal it off. Now.
- They just need a minute! - We don't have a minute!
If the fire reaches the hangar pods, it'll ignite the fuel lines and we'll lose this ship. Do it!
All hands, seal off all bulkheads 25 through 40.
It's an order.
Get out of here now! Go! [ Coughing ]
We gotta vent the compartment!
Venting complete.
Fires are out.
If they remembered their training, then they had their suits on...
and they were braced for possible vent action.
There's a lot of rooks in there.
No one's a rookie anymore.
One, twenty-seven. One, two, seven.
Here.
Thank the Lords of Kobol. Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
[ Sharon ] Last one.
- Forty-seven. - [ Crowd Groans ]
Forty-seven. [ Man ] Is that yours?
Excuse me. I forgot my glasses. I must've left them somewhere.
Could you please read this for me?
Hey. Aren't you Gaius Baltar?
I haven't done anything. [ Man ] Hey, I told you that was him.
This lady has ticket number 47. This lady here.
- Could you come up here, please? - Yeah. Excuse me.
What are you doing?
[ Chuckles ]
I'm giving up my seat.
Like hell.
A civilian should take my place.
You're going.
Look at those clouds. Sharon, look at those clouds...
and tell me this isn't the end of everything.
- Helo. - Whatever future is left is going to depend on whoever survives.
Give me one reason why I'm a better choice than one of the greatest minds of our time.
Helo-- You can do this without me.
I know you can. You've proven it.
Get on board.
[ Man] What? [ All Yelling ]
I think you better go.
Stay back, stay back. It's over. It's over!
Stay back. Stay back. Stay back.
It's over.! It's over.!
It's over!
[ Yelling Continues ]
Get down.! Get down.!
[ Man On Radio ] This is an official Colonial government broadcast.
All ministers and officials should now go to case orange.
Repeat. This is an official Colonial government broadcast.
All ministers and officials should now go to case orange.
It's an automated message. It's designed to be sent out in case the president,
the vice president and most of the cabinet are dead or incapacitated.
I need you to send my I.D. code back on the exact same frequency.
Yes, ma'am.
''D''as in dog...
dash 4, 5, 6...
dash 3, 4, 5...
dash ''A'' as in apple.
Thank you.
How far down?
Forty-third in line of succession.
I know all 42 ahead of me, from the president down.
Most of us served with him in the first administration.
Some of them came with him from the mayor's office.
I was there with him on his first campaign.
I never really liked politics. I kept telling myself I was getting out,
but he had this way about him.
Just couldn't say no to him.
Thank you. [ Sniffles ]
We'll need a priest.
Please raise you right hand and repeat after me.
''I, Laura Roslin,
I, Laura Roslin,
''do now avow and affirm...
do now avow and affirm...
''that I take the office of the president of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol...
that I accept the office of the--
that I accept the office of the president of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol...
''and that I will protect and defend the sovereignty of the Colonies...
and that I will protect and defend the sovereignty of the Colonies...
with every fiber of my being.''
with every fiber of my being.
Loose, one E.M.C. electrical conduit on decks 1 5 and 1 6.
Use extreme caution.
Loose, one E.M.C. electrical conduit on decks 1 5 and 1 6.
Use extreme caution.
What was the final count?
Twenty-six walked out. Eighty-five didn't.
There's a munitions depot at Ragnar anchorage.
Boy, it's a super bitch to anchor a ship there.
The book says that there are 50 pallets of class ''D'' warheads in storage there.
They should also have all the missiles and small arms munitions we need-- Go verify that.
Sir.
[ Sobbing ]
[ Tyrol ] Do you know how many we lost? Yes.
Set up a temporary morgue in hangar bay ''B.''
Forty seconds, sir.
All I needed was 40 seconds.
Eighty-five of my people.
I told--
I told that son of a bitch.
He's the X.O. of this ship.
Don't you dare forget that.
Now, he made a tough decision.
If it had been me, I would've made the same one.
Forty seconds, sir.
Resume your post, Chief.
Munitions depot confirmed, but we have two problems.
One, the Ragnar station is at least three days away at best speed.
Two, the entire Cylon fleet is between here and there.
Specialist. Sir?
Bring me our position. Yes, sir.
You don't want to do this. I know I don't.
Because any sane man wouldn't. It's been, what, 20, 22 years?
We trained for this. Training is one thing, but...
if we're off on our calculations by even a few degrees,
we could end up in the middle of the sun.
No choice.
Colonel Tigh, please plot a hyperlight jump from our position to the orbit of Ragnar.
Yes, sir.
[ Sniffles ]
Priority message, sir.
[ Tigh ] Engineering, spin up F. T.L. drives one and two.
Spinning up F. T.L. drives one and two. Lieutenant Gaeta, break out the F.T.L. tables and warm up the computers.
- We are making a jump. - Admiral Nagala is dead.
Battlestar Atlantia has been destroyed.
So has the Triton, Solaria, Columbia.
The list goes on.
Who's the senior officer? Who's in command?
Send a message to all the Colonial military units.
Use priority channel one.
Message begins...
''Am taking command of fleet.''
Geminon Liner 1 7 01 , this is Colonial Heavy 7 98.
No, strike that. This is Colonial One.
Go ahead, Colonial One. We have you in sight.
Will approach your starboard docking hatch.
Copy that, Colonial One. Thank the Lords of Kobol you're here.
We've been without main power for over two hours now.
What is it?
''To all Colonial units. Am taking command of fleet.
''All units ordered to rendezvous at Ragnar anchorage for regroup and counterattack.
''Acknowledge by same encryption protocol.
Adama.''
Captain Apollo, please inform Commander Adama...
that we are currently involved in rescue operations...
and we require his assistance.
Ask him how many hospital beds he has available and how long it will take him to get here.
I, uh-- Yes?
I'm not sure he's going to respond very well to that request.
Then tell him...
this comes directly from the president of the Twelve Colonies...
- and it's not a request. - Yes, sir.
And, sir,
Apollo's just my call sign.
My name is Lee Adama.
I know who you are.
But ''Captain Apollo'' has a nice ring to it, don't you think?
Is this a joke?
Are they within voice range? Yes, sir.
Colonial One, Galactica.
Galactica Actual wishes to speak with Apollo.
This is Apollo. Go ahead, Actual.
Sir.
Hey, are you-- [ Clears Throat ] Is your ship all right?
We're both fine. Thanks for asking.
Is your ship's F.T.L. functioning?
That's affirmative.
Then you're ordered to bring yourself and all of your passengers...
to the rendezvous point. Acknowledge.
Acknowledge... receipt of message.
- What the hell does that mean? - It means I heard you.
You're gonna have to do a lot better than that, Captain.
We're engaged in rescue operations.
You are to abort your mission immediately...
and proceed to Ragnar.
The president has given me a direct order.
You're talking about the secretary of education.
We're in the middle of a war...
and you're taking orders from a schoolteacher?
[ Beeping ] We got trouble.
Stand by, Galactica. What?
Uh--
Inbound Cylon fighters.
How long till they get here?
E.T.A., two minutes.
- He's right. We have to go now-- - No.
We can't defend this ship agai-- We're not going to abandon all these people.
But, sir, if we stay in-- I've made my decision, Captain.
You're the president.
All right, then. Permission to go below?
Sir, we have a remote sensor telemetry at Captain Apollo's location...
and two enemy fighters closing in on their coordinates.
Colonial One, this is Galactica.
Apollo,you have inbound enemy fighters coming toward you.
Get out of there! Apollo! Apollo!
Lee, get-- Lee!
Fifty-kiloton thermonuclear detonation.
Cylons moving off, sir.
Resume...jump prep.
Resume jump prep.
[ P.A. Rings ]
[ Woman On P.A.] Attention, all hands. Jump prep under way.
Set condition two throughout the ship.
[ Machine Whirring ] Lieutenant, what did you do to my Viper?
I wondered why the engine gave out.
We're gonna have to pull the whole mounting. Get the high lift.
I don't know how you managed to fly this thing, much less land it.
It's not something I wanna think about now. Where's Prosna?
He's gotta get that fraking gimbal locked or I'll have his ass.
He's dead, sir. He died in the fire.
How many did we lose? Eighty-five.
Right.
Oh, Lieutenant--
I don't know if you heard about Apollo, but--
Heard what?
Right.
Any word on Sharon?
No, sir.
You okay, Chief?
Chief?
Get back to work.
Three, two, one, launch. [ Beeps ]
Drone deployed and transmitting.
Now they'll come find us?
There's a lot of interference around here. A lot of noise.
Keeps my wireless from working.
But hopefully, once that communications pod I launched gets far enough away from here,
a Colonial ship will pick up the signal and start lookin' for us.
Is everyone on Caprica dead?
I don't know.
My dad is in the Colonial fleet.
They told me he's missing,
but I think he's dead too.
What's your name?
Boxey.
You know something? Both my parents died when I was little too.
[ Boxey ] Who do you live with?
[ Sharon ] A bunch of other people on a ship called the Galactica.
[ Number Six ] You know what I love about you, Gaius?
You're a survivor.
[ Tigh ] The board is green. The ship reports ready tojump, sir.
Then take us to Ragnar, Colonel.
Lieutenant Gaeta. Yes, sir?
Execute the jump.
All decks prepare for immediate F.T.L.jump.
The clock is running.
Ten,
nine,
eight,
seven,
six,
five,
four,
three,
two, I hate this part.
one.
Jumping.
Report.
Taking a bearing now.
We appear to be in geosynchronous orbit directly above the Ragnar anchorage.
[ Applause, Cheering ]
Colonel Tigh. Sir?
Let's update your chart for a course...
right down into the eye of the storm.
Yes, sir.
[ Man On P.A.] Attention, magazine safety officers. Report to C.I.C.
[ Groans ]
[ Groaning ]
Captain Apollo?
That was fun. [ Laughing ]
I think it worked.
What exactly did you do?
I basically just used the-- the hyperdrive to manipulate the energy coils.
I put out-- put out a big pulse of electro--
magnetic energy that must've disabled the warheads.
Oh--
I'm-- I'm hoping that it looked like a nuclear explosion.
Oh, so that's what that was.
So, uh-- Did it fool the Cylons?
I don't know.
But if-if they weren't fooled, then they'd be on top of us by now.
Does the rest of the fleet know about this trick?
I doubt it. It was just a theory we toyed with in war college. But--
It never used to work during war games.
The Cylons would see right through it and destroy the targets anyway.
The lesson here is not to ask follow-up questions but simply to say,
''Thank you, Captain Apollo, for saving our collective asses.''
You're welcome.
Now, if I could suggest-- Evacuate the passenger liner...
and get the hell out of here before the Cylons realize their mistake.
I'm right with you, Captain.
Five seconds to turn three. Five seconds. Aye, sir.
- And turn. - Bow pitch positive one half.
Stern pitch negative one quarter.
Bow yaw negative three-quarters.
Crossing into the ionosphere.
[ Over P.A. ] All hands, be ready for some chop.
Lords of Kobol, hear my prayer.
Take the souls of your sons and daughters lost this day,
especially that of Lee Adama, into your hands.
- And hard seal. - [ Metal Bang ]
- Hard seal secured, sir. - Copy that, sir. We show hard seal as well.
Go find me some bullets, Chief.
Copy that, sir.
All right, get your gear. Let's move out.
[ Straining ]
All right, people, let's be quick about this.
Cally, find the genny, get some lights on in here. Yes, Chief.
Let's find out where the lift is, get it fired up.
[ Shuddering ]
Come on. Excuse me.
My husband, he's in the Colonial fleet in Geminon.
The Colonial fleet in Geminon. Okay, I'll see what I can do.
If you'll head right this way. Have you heard anything of Geminon?
Come on.
Captain, I've got two communication pods left, sir, but that's it.
No jiggers, no drones, no markers, nothing.
Well, at least you've still got your electronic suite.
That old crate of mine can barely navigate from ''A'' to ''B.''
That old crate may have saved your life, sir.
How's that? The Viper Mark VIIs--
the Cylons shut them down like they threw a switch or something.
And I've been hearing reports like that from all over.
The only fighters that are having any success at all are either old or in need of some major overhaul.
Is that him? Yeah.
Hope he's worth it!
Sorry, sir. Don't be. I hope he's worth it too.
Dr. Baltar, Captain Lee Adama.
The president's asked to see you, sir.
President Adar is alive? No, I'm afraid Adar is dead.
President Laura Roslin was sworn in a couple of hours ago.
Oh. Who?
If you'll come with me, uh, she's this way.
[ Man ] If there's anything we can do. [ Woman ] We'll be here.
[ Laura ] I really appreciate it. Thank you so very much.
Oh, Dr. Baltar, it's a pleasure to meet you.
We met at last year's Caprica City Symposium.
Oh, yeah, of course. Uh, you'll have to forgive me.
I'm-I'm bad with faces. Oh, no, that's perfectly all right.
I'm sure I wouldn't remember me either.
Doctor, I need you to serve as my chief scientific consultant and analyst...
regarding the Cylons and their technology.
I'd be honored, Madam President.
Lieutenant Valerii-- Is it Valerii? Yes.
I understand that your ship has a limited faster-than-light capability?
Uh,yes, sir. The Raptor was designed to make shortjumps ahead of the fleet,
scout for enemy ships, then jump back and report.
I want you to go out there and find as many survivors as you can and bring them back to this position.
We will then form a convoy.
We will guide them out of the combat zone and into safety.
Yes, sir.
Everybody hold fast.
I don't want any trouble. Okay, let's talk.
But I'm not goin'tojail. What?
You understand me? I am not goin' to jail.
Nobody's takin' you to jail. Just calm down.
Frakin' right, you're not.
We're not the police. We're not here to arrest you. Now put your gun down.
Yeah, maybe. So who the hell are you?
We're from Colonial Fleet.
We just came to get some equipment from the station to get back in the fight.
- What fight? - You don't know?
Know what? There's a war on.
Give me your weapon.
You think I'm stupid or somethin', is that it? You think I'm stupid?
You expect me to believe that? I want passage outta here!
I want a safe transport ship with an untraceable jump system, okay?
Now!
Look, I don't have time to argue with you, so here's the deal.
We've got over 2,000 people on that ship.
Now, if you think you can shoot every single one of us, fine.
But if not, get the hell outta my way!
Okay-- Now.!
Okay.
Get his weapon.
If he moves, shoot him.
[ Number Six ] I see they've put you to work.
Ignoring me won't help.
No, I've decided you're an expression of my, uh,
subconscious mind playing itself out during my waking states.
So I'm only in your head?
Exactly.
Hm.
Have you considered the possibility that I can...
very well exist only in your head...
without being a hallucination?
Maybe you see and hear me because while you were sleeping,
I implanted a chip in your brain that transmits my image...
right into your conscious mind.
No, see, that's me again.
My subconscious self is expressing irrational fears,
which I also choose to ignore.
What are you working on?
If you were really a chip in my head, I wouldn't have to tell you, now, would I?
Indulge me.
I'm trying to figure out how you managed to pull this kind of an attack.
You virtually shut down the entire defense network without firing a shot.
Entire squadrons lost power just as they engaged the enemy.
The C.N.P. is a navigation program but you, uh--
You made changes to the program. You said you were building in...
back doors for your company to exploit later.
All true, in a sense. That was your job.
Officially.
Unofficially, I had other motives.
We had something, Gaius.
Something... special.
This is insane.
And what I want most of all is for you to love me.
Love you?
Of course, Gaius.
Don't you understand?
God is love.
No!
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, guys.
Just slow down.
We don't know much more than that.
It's just imperative that we get our equipment and get out of here.
What's in there?
Stuff.
Get a light.
Where's your spaceship?
Docked on the other side of the station.
Be careful! Don't stack 'em so high.
Okay, those warheads over there-- Here's the deal.
They would've brought a nice price on the open market.
So you're an arms dealer, huh?
People have a right to protect themselves.
I just supply the means.
You don't look too good.
Be careful with that, all right? Hey, be careful with that.!
Look out.!
[ Clamoring ]
It's hot!
Commander? Commander Adama?
Stay back, stay back! It's hot. It's hot. It's hot. It's unstable.
You guys, go back to the ship. We need hand lifts,
fire equipment and a plasma torch.
Go! Wait! Wait, Chief. Listen.
[ Laughing ] [ Coughing, Groaning ]
[ Tyrol ] Commander Adama? Yeah.
Anybody hurt out there?
No, sir. We've got some equipment comin', sir. We're gonna get you out of there right away.
No!
No, get all the bullets and equipment into the ship.
Don't waste anybody on anything else.
Is there another way out of here? Yeah.
Listen, uh-- Listen, we're gonna go out another way.
- Sir, I don't think that's a wise idea. - You got your orders.
Tell Colonel Tigh he's in command until I return.
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
[ Keikeya ] Most of the passengers are from Geminon or Picon,
but we've got people from every colony.
Give Billy a copy of your passenger manifest and a list of all your emergency supplies.
All right. What about the power situation?
Our batteries are running pretty low.
Captain Apollo will be making an engineering survey of all the ships this afternoon.
Uh, actually the Captain said it'll be more like...
this evening before he can coordinate the survey.
All right, this evening then.
But you will get your needs tended to, Captain.
You have my word on it.
Thank you, Madam President. You're welcome.
Hi.
What's your name? Cami.
Hi, Cami. I'm Laura.
Are you alone?
[ Clears Throat ] She was traveling with her grandparents...
but grandmother's having some health problems since the announcement.
Not to worry, though. We're taking care of her.
My parents are going to meet me at the spaceport in Caprica City.
The spaceport. I see.
We're going out for dinner, and I'm having chicken pie,
and then we're going home, and then Daddy's going to read to me,
and then I'm going to bed.
Uh, message from Lieutenant Valerii.
She's found a fuel refinery ship filled with Tylium.
Oh, good.
About time we caught a break. That brings us up to about 60 ships so far?
Not bad for a few hours work. No, sir.
But only about forty of those ships have faster-than-light capabilities.
We should start transferring people off the sub-lights onto the F. T.L. 's as soon as possible.
All right.
Colonial One, Raptor 31 2. I'm back, and I brought a friend.
[ Man Over Radio ] Welcome back, Boomer.
We got a lot of thirsty ships here eager to make your friend's acquaintance.
Did you pick up any other contacts out there? Negative. There's no one left.
- Got a visitor! - We see him. Can you jam his signal?
Trying.
It definitely scanned us before itjumped.
We have to go. Now. Cylons'll be here any minute.
Will they track us through a jump? No, sir. It's impossible.
Theoretically impossible. Theoretically.
There are still thousands of people on the sub-light ships.
We can't just leave them. I agree.
We should use every second to get as many people off the sub-lights as we can.
We can wait to jump until we pick up a Cylon strike force moving--
We're easy targets. They're gonna jump in the middle of our ships...
with nukes and wipe us out before we have the chance to react.
We can't leave them behind. You'll be sacrificing thousands of people.
But we'll be saving tens of thousands.
Sorry to make it a numbers game,
but we're talking about the survival of our race.
We don't have the luxury of taking risks and hoping for the best...
because if we lose, we lose everything.
And Madam President, this is a decision that needs to be made right now.
Order the fleet to jump to Ragnar immediately.
Madam President, something else you should be aware of.
I have cancer.
I know.
Little things. Couple of comments you made.
My prognosis is doubtful.
I wish I could say it was the least of my worries.
But the world is coming to and end...
and all I can think about is that I have cancer and I'm probably going to die.
How selfish is that?
It's not selfish. It's human.
Is there something you wanted to say to me?
Well, I-I just thought you should know.
That little girl you met earlier, Cami--
Her ship can't make the jump.
Thank you.
[ P.A. Beeps ]
This is your pilot speaking. Passengers, please take your seats and stand by tojump.
Thank you.
Set E.S.B. trajectory.
- [ Man Over Radio ] Colonial One, for God's sake,you can'tjust leave us here. - Set.
Cycle cryo-fans. Colonial One, this is Picon 36.
I can't believe you want us to leave these people behind. Cycled.
At least tell us where you're going. We'll follow at sub-light.
Please! No.
If they're captured, then the Cylons know too.
I've got 50 people on board. Colonial One, do you copy this?
- Spinning up F.T.L. drive now. - Don't leave us here.
Show a little humanity. We don't have any weapons.
All ships prepare to jump on our mark. Five,
Colonial One, please respond. four,
May the Lords of Kobol protect those souls we leave behind. three,
I've got Dradis contacts. Inbound targets heading this way. two,
[ Woman Over Radio ] I see them too. Are they Colonials? one,
[ Man ] Oh, my God, they're Cylons! mark.
[ Woman Over Radio ] I hope you people rot in hell for this.!
[ Groans ] You all right?
I'm fine. It's just somethin' about this place.
What about this place?
Yeah, ever since I got here, somethin' in the air affects my allergies.
You always keep me in front of you. Military training, right?
Never turn your back on a stranger? That kind of thing?
Suspicion and distrust. That's-- That's military life, right?
So you're a gun-dealer-philosopher, I take it, right?
[ Laughs ] I'm an observer of human nature.
When you get right down to it,
humanity is not a pretty race.
I mean, we're only one step away from...
beating each other with clubs like savages fighting over scraps of meat.
Maybe the Cylons are God's retribution for our many sins.
What if God decided he made a mistake,
and he decided to give souls to another creature, like the Cylons?
God didn't create the Cylons. Man did.
And I'm pretty sure we didn't include a soul in the programming.
Let's go.
How about you go first for a while?
Copy that. Chief says we're lookin'at three hours minimum...
before we have all the warheads in our magazines.
The book says there's also 50 tons of quandal--
[ Man Over P.A.] Action stations.! Action stations.!
We have multiple contacts through the storm towards the anchorage.
Looks like more than 50 ships. Cut us loose from the station.
Launch the alert fighters. [ Over P.A. ] Set condition one throughout the ship.
Prepare to launch-- Wait.!
Wait. I'm getting Colonial signals now.
Confirm that.
Don't just accept friendly I.D.
Confirmed, sir. Incoming ships are friendly.
[ Over P.A. ] Action stations stand down.
The lead ship is requesting permission to come alongside, sir.
They say--
They say they have the president of the colonies aboard.
Grant their request.
We are in the middle of repairing and rearming this ship.
We can't afford to lose a single man off the line to start caring for refugees.
We have 50,000 people out there. Some of them are hurt.
Our priority has to be caring for refugees--
[ Tigh ] My priority is preparing this ship for combat.
In case you haven't heard, there's a war on.
Colonel,
the war is over, and we lost.
We'll see about that. Oh, yes, we will.
In the meantime, however, as president of the colonies,
I'm giving you a direct order... You don't give orders on this ship!
to provide men and equipment.! Hold on, Colonel.
At least give us a couple of disaster pods, huh?
Us?
Sir, we have 50,000 people out there. Fifty thousand.
Some of them are sick, some are wounded.
Two disaster pods, Colonel. You can do that.
Because you're the old man's son and because he's gonna be...
so damned happy you're alive.
Okay. Two pods. But no personnel.
You get them yourselves and you distribute them yourselves.
And you are all off this ship before we jump back.
You report to the flight deck. You're senior pilot now, Captain.
Yes, sir.
Knowing this place is gonna be a museum, they might have given us a map.
Oh, I think it's this way. Yeah?
Yep.
As soon as the other magazine's loaded, I want a status report on Commander Adama's whereabouts.
Okay.
[ Laughs ]
I don't--
Dualla. Hi.
Um, we're kind of lost... again.
We need to get to the C.I.C. Could you--
It's this way.
There's someone I want you to meet.
A new crew member.
And he's gonna need some quarters.
I think I can manage that.
Hey.
[ Exhales ]
I thought you were dead.
Well, I thought you were in hack.
[ Chuckles ]
It's-- It's good to be wrong.
Well, you-you should be used to it by now.
Everyone has a skill.
So, how-- How go the repairs?
On track. Another hour and she'll be ready to launch.
So I guess you're the new CAG now.
Yeah, that's what they tell me. That's good.
That's the last thing I want.
Not a big enough dipstick for the job.
[ Man Over P.A.] Attention, D.C. T. 1 4, report to port hanger bay.
Attention, D.C. T. 1 4, report to port hanger bay.
I'll be in the squadron...
ready room.
Hey.
Does your father know you're still breathing?
[ Scoffs ]
I'll let him know.
[ Clears Throat ]
[ Groaning ]
[ Straining ]
What is it about this place? What's it doin' to me?
Must be your allergies.
I don't have allergies. I didn't think so.
What you got is silica pathways to the brain,
or whatever it is you call that thing you pretend to think with.
It's decomposing as we speak.
It's the storm, isn't it?
It puts out something.
Something you discovered has an effect on Cylon technology.
That's it, isn't it? And this is a refuge.
That's why you put a fleet out here.
Last ditch effort to hide from the Cylon attack, right?
Well, it's not enough, Adama.
I mean, I've been here for... hours.
Once they find you,
it won't take them that long to destroy you.
They'll be in and out before they even get a headache.
Maybe.
But you--
but you won't find out because you'll be dead in a few minutes.
How does that make you feel, if you can feel?
I can feel more than you could ever conceive, Adama.
But I won't die.
When this body dies, my consciousness will be transferred to another one.
And when that happens-- [ Groans ]
I think I'll tell the others exactly where you are...
and then I think that they'll come here...
and they'll kill all of you...
and I'll be here watching it happen.
You know what I think?
I think if you could've transferred outta here,
you would've done it long before now.
I think the storm's radiation really clogged up your connection.
You're not goin' anywhere.
You're stuck in that body.
It doesn't matter. Sooner or later,
the day comes when you can't hide from the things you've done.
[ Gagging ]
[ Groaning ]
So let me get this straight. You're saying that the Cylons...
found a way to use your navigation program to disable our ships?
Essentially, uh, yes.
I think they're using the C.N.P. to infect your ships with some kind of computer virus...
which makes them susceptible to Cylon commands.
Uh, well you can see we-we do have...
your C.N.P. navigation program here on Galactica.
But our computers aren't networked...
so it's never been loaded into primary memory or even test run.
Good. Well, that's good. You shouldn't have any problems then.
Still, I should, uh,
purge all remaining references to it that appear on your memory tapes.
Right. I should probably retrofit the newer Vipers as well.
Uh, here's the checklist for the C.I.C. computer.
Ah. Thank you.
Must be hard for you. Mm.
What do you mean?
Just having something you created...
twisted and used like this must be...
horrible.
The guilt?
I remember you telling me once...
that guilt was something small people feel...
when they run out of excuses for their behavior.
It is... hard. Uh--
I feel... responsible, in a way,
uh, for what happened.
But you don't. That's part of the reason I fell in love with you.
You have a clarity of spirit. You're not burdened by...
conscience or guilt or regret.
I bet. Uh--
Just try to remember it's not really your fault.
I mean-- [ Chuckles ]
You didn't mean for any of this to happen.
It's not like you knew what they were gonna do.
It's not like you knew you were lying.
Not like you were breaking the law.
Not like you cheat on women.
Not like the world's coming apart and all you can think about...
is Gaius Baltar.
No. No, I know...
exactly what you're saying.
I know.
Right. Well--
Just let me know if you need anything.
You know, I really do hope you make it out ofhere alive.
I think we can have a real future together.
Yeah, that'll be special.
You don't have to be sarcastic.
Especially when I'm trying to help you.
How are you trying to help me? How-How are you trying to do that?
See anything there that looks familiar?
No. Should I?
Now you mention it, I--
I have seen something like it...
somewhere before.
Yes.
[ Gaius ] In your briefcase.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
You used to carry it around with you.
You said it was your electronic organizer.
That would be a lie.
Then it's--
It's a Cylon device.
That would follow.
Did you-- No.
Not my job.
Then that means-- Say it.
There's another Cylon aboard this ship.
Everything okay there, Doc? Uh, yeah, fine.
I've just finished erasing the program from the defense mainframe.
I'm just going to check it again.
[ Man On P.A.] Attention. Recovering spacecraft aft.
Repeat, recovering spacecraft aft.
You're not helping.
I'm sorry. How can I help?
Well, for a start, you can tell me what that is.
Honestly, I don't know. Well, it hasn't exploded.
Yet.
I'm just guessing.
I have to warn them. [ Laughs ]
I do. How do you propose to do that?
''Oh, look, a Cylon device.''
''Really? Well, how do you know what a Cylon device looks like, Doctor?''
''Oh, I forgot to mention I'm familiar with their technology...
because I've been having sex with a Cylon for the last two years now.''
I'll come up with something.
I love surprises.
Speaking of sex.
I--
I don't think that's such a good idea right now, really.
Really. Why not?
No one will know. It'll be our little secret.
[ Panting, Moans ]
Doctor. [ Gasps ] Yes?
You asked for a report on how many civilian ships had your C.N.P. program.
Right. Thank you.
Are you all right? You look a little flushed.
I'm fine. Thank you very much.
Okay.
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking someone else might need to be implicated as a Cylon agent.
[ Number Six ] He doesn't seem the type.
And I don't remember seeing him at any of the Cylon parties.
Funny.
He's a civilian.
He's an outsider.
And he's been aboard this ship for weeks...
with virtually unlimited access to this very room.
There is one problem though.
Morally?
Practically.
So far, aboard this ship, no one even suspects...
the Cylons look like us now.
This just gets worse and worse. Now the Cylons look like us.
Down to our blood.
You realize what this means.
They could be anywhere.
Could be anyone.
I've had time to think about it.
So what do we do?
I don't know.
How we doing on the warheads?
Magazine two is secure. Three and four within the hour.
Something else-- Lee is alive.
Commander?
[ Sniffs ]
I'm sorry.
I, uh, gotta go.
Ship's doctor says at first glance...
everything in Leoben's body appears human.
Internal organs, lymphatic system, the works.
Well, the, uh, tissue sample yielded unique chemical compounds...
during the cremation that revealed the nature of the samples to be synthetic.
- So, he was a Cylon? - Yes, he was.
And now we have a problem.
A big one.
[ Adama ] If the Cylons look like us,
then any one of us could be a Cylon.
That's-- That's a very frightening possibility.
We need a way to screen human from Cylon.
And that's where you come in.
Me? Um--
Rumor has it you're a genius.
Well, uh,
I'll certainly give it my all,
Commander.
Keep this to yourself for now.
We don't want to start panic or people to begin accusing their neighbors...
of being Cylons because they don't brush their teeth in the morning.
I'll be very discreet.
You understand the mission.
Put my head outside the storm, look around,
listen for wireless traffic, come home.
No heroics. This is strictly recon.
Look, listen, return. You don't have to worry about me.
My taste for heroics vanished about the time I engaged that first Cylon fighter.
Lee,
Zak failed basic flight.
- What? - Or at least he should have.
But he didn't...
because I passed him.
His technique was sloppy, and he had no feel for flying.
But I passed him...
because he and I--
Because I felt something, and I let it get in the way of doing my job.
And I couldn't fail him.
Why are you telling me this? Why-Why now?
It's the end of the world, Lee.
I thought I should confess my sins.
Set!
Halt! No sudden moves. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute, guys.
Down on your knees and cross your ankles now!
All right. J-J-Just wait a minute.
W-What? What do you want? Hands behind your head.
If he's really a Cylon, why hasn't the storm radiation made him sick by now?
Well, I can only theorize that it takes a while for the storm's effects...
to become readily apparent on Cylon physiology.
By the time he'd encountered Leoben, he'd been here for several hours.
I don't suppose it matters to you that I am not a Cylon!
Smartest thing you could do right now would be to shut your mouth.
Are you sure?
One can never be a hundred per cent sure.
B-But the evidence, uh-- The evidence seems conclusive.
Basically-- Basically all I did was I expanded on--
on your doctor's analysis of Leoben's corpse.
I then went around the C.I.C. discreetly...
taking random hair samples of people who'd been working there.
I subjected that to a special form of spectral analysis...
that I've been experimenting on for quite some time now.
I then wrote a clinical computer subroutine...
to screen that for synthetic chemical combinations.
Uh-- His ones-- His samples were the only samples...
to register as synthetic, as you can see.
I'll take your word for it. Right.
And just like that...
Dr. Baltar invents the ''Amazing Cylon Detector.''
Gentlemen, I understand your concerns. This is a difficult situation.
But I think you need to take a step back, take a deep breath...
and really look at what you're doing here!
I want everyone aboard this ship screened.
No exceptions. No problem.
Whoa! Whoa! Look, I-I-I don't know about anybody else,
but I can tell you that I-I-I'm human.
I'm from Moasis. It's a couple stops out of Caprica City.
I-I grew up on the south side. I went to the Kobol Colleges o-on Geminon!
I-I studied public relations!
Oh, by the way, I-I don't know if this is important--
might be important, might not be important--
but earlier when I was on the C.I.C., I noticed that Mr. Doral...
seemed to be doing, um--
Well, I'm not exactly sure what it was that he was doing,
but he seemed very interested in this odd looking device...
on the bottom of the, uh, Dradis console.
- What are you-- What? - Yep.
We should really make a copy of your brain pattern at some point.
What device? What are you talking about? He's lying.
He is frakin'lying.! Combat, this is Tigh.
- Isolate the Dradis console immediately. - Don't listen to him!
Nobody comes near it until I get up there.
Lords of Kobol. This isn't happening to me.
[ Man ] Colonel, your orders, sir? If he moves, kill him.
You mixed the samples up!
I'm human!
[ Chattering ]
It's not hot, sir. Very well. Remove it.
Uh, I don't see anything in the maintenance records, sir.
But I'm pretty sure I first noticed it about a week ago.
You didn't say anything, didn't investigate a new piece of equipment...
that just appeared in C.I.C.?
No, sir. I just assumed that it was part of the museum.
Sorry, sir. There's no excuse. You're not alone, Lieutenant.
Any one of us should have seen the perfectly obvious staring us in the face.
Especially the ship's X.O.
What should I do with it, sir? Take it to Dr. Baltar.
I've given him clearance. He's become our resident Cylon expert.
Have him take it to the lab, figure out whether it's a bug...
or whatever the hell it is.
In the meantime, I want every inch of this ship...
searched for any other equipment that just appeared in the last week.
[ Man On Radio ] Starbuck, Galactica. You should be approaching turn eight.
[ Kara ] Copy that.
Starting to lose wireless contact.
Making the final turn now.
Galactica, Starbuck.
I've reached the threshold.
[ Static, Beeping ]
Galactica, do you read me? [ Static, Beeping ]
That can't be right.
As you were.
[ Keikeya ] And medical supplies are running low again,
Madam President.
Uh, three ships have reported engine trouble and want to know...
when they'll be receiving engineering assistance from Galactica.
It's a good question. Hello.
Commander, have a seat. I'll be with you in a minute.
Keep going, Billy.
Uh, the captain of the Astral Queen...
wants you to know that he's got nearly 500 convicted criminals...
under heavy guard in his cargo hold.
They were being transported to a penal station...
when the attack happened. Oh, great.
He wants to know what to do with them.
What to do with them? Well, with food and medical supplies...
being what they are, I think he's considering just--
No, no. No, we're not gonna start that. They're still human beings.
Tell the captain I expect daily reports on the well-being of his prisoners.
And if there's any mysterious deaths,
the Astral Queen may find herself on her own...
without the Galactica's protection.
Yes, Madam President. Thank you, Billy.
[ Door Opening ]
[ Door Closing ]
You planning to stage a military coup?
What? Do you plan to declare martial law,
take over the government?
Of course not. Then you do acknowledge...
my position as president as constituted under the Articles of Colonization.
Ms. Roslin,
my primary objective at the present time...
is to repair the Galactica...
and continue to fight.
What we know at this moment is there are 50,000 civilian refugees out there...
who don't stand a chance without your ship to protect them.
We're aware of the tactical situation.
And I'm sure that you'll all be safe here on Ragnar after we leave.
After you leave?
[ Clears Throat ] Where're you going? To find the enemy.
We're at war. That's my mission.
I honestly don't know why...
I have to keep telling you this.
But the war is over.
It hasn't begun yet.
[ Sighs ] That's insane.
You would rather that we run?
Yes, absolutely. That is the only sane thing to do here.
Exactly that-- run.
We leave this solar system, and we don't look back.
And we go where? I don't know.
Another star system. Another planet.
Somewhere where the Cylons won't find us.
You can run if you'd like.
This ship will stand and it will fight.
I'm gonna be straight with you here.
The human race is about to be wiped out.
We have 50,000 people left, and that's it.
Now, if we are even going to survive as a species...
then we need to get the hell out of here, and we need to start having babies.
Excuse me.
[ Door Opening ]
[ Kara On Radio ] I didn't get an accurate count.
It looks like two base stars with 1 0 fighter squadrons...
and two recon drone detachments patrolling the area.
Starbuck, were you followed? Negative. No sign of pursuit.
By the way they were deployed,
I'd say they're waiting for us to come to them.
Bring her home.
Thank you, Starbuck. Continue present course.
Return to visual contact and stand by for instructions.
[ Adama ] Captain-- Copy that, Galactica. Starbuck out.
[ Adama ] Lieutenant Gaeta, stay, please.
How the hell did they find us?
Doesn't really matter. They've got us.
Why aren't they coming in after us, sir? Why should they?
They can just sit out there and wait us out. What difference does it make to them?
They're machines. We're the ones that need food, medicine, fuel.
I'm not gonna play their game.
I'm not gonna go out there and try to fight 'em.
Can we plot a jump from inside the storm?
With all this E.M. interference muckin' up the F.T.L. fix?
I agree, sir. I don't think we should attempt a jump...
until we've cleared the storm threshold.
Have to be quick about it though.
They'll launch everything they have first glimpse they get.
[ Tigh ] Stick our nose outjust far enough to get a good F. T.L. fix, then jump?
Hi. Hi.
I-I'm getting ready to head back to the transport.
Oh.
- What about the civilians? - They're probably safe for the time being.
You mean leave them here?
The Cylons may not even know they're here in the first place.
They're probably only after us. That's one hell of an assumption.
[ Tigh ] Well, we can't very well cram 50,000 men...
women and children aboard this ship.
I know this is awkward and all,
but what happened in the passageway was--
Yeah.
I don't know why I did that. Sorry.
I'm not suggesting that. I'm just saying we can't leave them behind.
- They should jump with us. - I don't see how we can manage that...
- without jeopardizing our ship. - We pick a jump spot...
far enough outside the combat zone--
What the hell is outside the combat zone at this point?
They better start having babies.
Is that an order? Maybe, before too long.
Okay, we're gonna take the civilians with us.
We're gonna leave this solar system, and we're not gonna come back.
We're running? This war is over.
We lost.
My father's right. It's time for us to get out of here.
So where are we going, Commander?
The Prolmar Sector.
That's way past the Red Line.
Can you plot thatjump?
I've never plotted a jump that far, sir. No one has. Can you plot that jump?
Yes, sir. Do it...
by yourself.
This is a bad tactical position.
We'll pull the Galactica out five clicks.
The civilians will come out behind us, cross the threshold...
and make the jump while we hold off the Cylons.
Once the civilians have made thejump,
every fighter is to make an immediate combat landing.
- We don't have much time. - I'll tell them.
I want all my pilots to return.
Do you understand?
Yes, sir, I do.
So, can I ask what changed your mind?
You can ask.
So, what do we do about our prisoner?
What? You ca-- You can't-- You can't do this!
You can't just-- You can't just leave me here to die!
You've got food, water, all the luxuries of home.
No, I-I'm begging you. Don't do this!
I'm not a Cylon! Maybe, but we can't take that chance.
I'm not a Cylon!
What kind of people are you?
Don't leave me.!
[ Man On P.A.] Action stations. [ Alarm Blaring ]
Set condition one throughout the ship. Repeat. Action stations. Action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship.
Repeat. Action stations. Action stations.
The fleet is ready to jump, sir. Set condition one throughout the ship.
Lieutenant Gaeta. Yes, sir?
Disperse to all fleet-- final coordinates.
Yes, sir.
Stand by to execute battle plan. Sir.
Weapons grid to full power. Stand by enemy suppression barrage.
Incoming, 72 Cylon fighters, closing at 1 -2-0, mark 4-8.
Enemy suppression fire. All batteries execute.
All batteries commence firing.
[ Man On P.A.] All decks, switch emergency power relays.
Perimeter established.
- Launch Vipers. - Vipers clear to launch.
Broken formation. Razzle-dazzle. Don't let 'em use their targeting computers.
And for frak's sake, stay out of Galactica's firing solution!
[ Gaeta ] Vipers in position.
Signal Vipers, engage fighters only. Leave base stars to us. Execute.
Galactica to all civilian ships. Commencejumping in sequence.
Incoming ordnance!
[ Kara On Radio ] Apollo, do you read me?
Whoo! Come on, boys!
Looks like you broke your ship, Apollo.
I've had worse. But thanks!
[ Shouting ]
Function check on the damage control panel.
[ Shouting ]
They're targeting the landing bays.
We've gotta get those fighters back on board...
and retract the pods, or we won't be able to jump.
Fleet status.
- Last civilian ship is away. - Recall all fighters.
Stand by to secure landing bays.
Galactica to all Vipers. Break off. Come on home. Repeat. Come on home.
Viper 1 026, aboard.
1 1 1 0, aboard. F.T.L., go!
Sub-light, go!
The board is green. Ship reports ready for jump as soon as landing bay's secure.
[ Shouting ]
Two Vipers still out there, sir-- Starbuck and Apollo.
We can't stand toe to toe with those base ships. Retract the pods.
[ Chattering ]
I can't leave 'em here.
Patch me through to Starbuck. [ Dualla ] Sir.
What do you hear?
[ Adama On Radio ] Starbuck, Galactica. What do you hear?
What? Morning, Starbuck. What do you hear?
Nothin' but the rain.
Grab your gun and bring the cat in.
Aye aye, sir! Comin' home.
I'm losing power. I'm not gonna make it, Starbuck. It's over.Just leave!
Damn it! That's an order! Lee, shut up and hold still!
Yaaah!
Oh, no.
[ Screaming ]
You are beyond insane!
Kickin' in the burn!
Come on.
We're coming in a little hot, don't you think?
No. Not really.
Come on.
- They're comin' in. - Hang on!
- They're aboard. - Stand by for jump.
Landing decks secure!
Jump!
.'.'[ Woman Singing In Foreign Language ]
.'.'[ Continues ]
With heavy hearts, we lift up their bodies to you, O Lords of Kobol,
in the knowledge that you will take from them their burdens...
and give them life eternal.
We also pray that you look down upon us now...
with mercy and with love...
just as you did upon our forefathers many years ago.
Just as you led us from Kobol and found the Twelve Worlds,
so now we hope and pray...
that you will lead us to a new home...
where we may begin life anew.
So say we all.
[ Scattered Response ] So say we all.
- So say we all. - So say we all.
So say we all! So say we all.
So say we all! So say we all!
Are they the lucky ones?
That's what you're thinking, isn't it?
We're a long way from home.
We've jumped way beyond the Red Line...
into uncharted space.
Limited supplies. Limited fuel. No allies.
And now no hope!
Maybe it would've been better for us to have died quickly...
back on the colonies with our families...
instead of dying out here slowly...
in the emptiness of dark space.
Where shall we go?
What shall we do?
''Life here began out there.''
Those are the first words of the sacred scrolls.
And they were told to us by the Lords of Kobol...
many countless centuries ago.
And they made it perfectly clear that we are not alone in this universe.
Elosha, there's a 1 3th colony of humankind, is there not?
Yes. The scrolls tell us a 1 3th tribe left Kobol in the Early Days.
They traveled far and made their home upon a planet called Earth,
which circled a distant and unknown star.
It's not unknown.
I know where it is!
Earth--
the most guarded secret we have.
The location was only known by the senior commanders of the fleet...
and we dared not share it with the public.
Not while there was a Cylon threat upon us.
For now we have a refuge to go to,
a refuge that the Cylons know nothing about.!
It won't be an easy journey.
It will be long and arduous.
But I promise you one thing.
On the memory of those lying here before you,
we shall find it.
And Earth will become our new home.
- So say we all! - So say we all!
So say we all! So say we all.!
- So say we all! - So say we all!
- So say we all. - [ Elosha ] So say we all.
- Dismissed. - [ Cheering ]
As you were.
Just trying to avoid another trip to the brig, sir.
Lieutenant Thrace--
Kara--
What you did out there today with Lee Adama,
it was, uh, a hell of a piece of flying.
The commander has always said that you were the best pilot he has ever seen.
Well, today you proved it.
Now,
about yesterday...
during the game--
Well, maybe I was out of line too.
And I just--
I wanted to say, um,
I'm sorry.
Well, don't you have anything to say?
Permission to speak off the record, sir.
Granted.
You're a bastard.
You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?
I am offering you a clean slate here.
I'm not interested in a clean slate with you.
You're dangerous.
You know why? This'll be good.
[ Chuckles ] Because you're weak.
Because you're a drunk. Are you done?
Yes, sir. You're returned to flight status.
Let's see how long that lasts.
[ Knocking ]
[ Door Opening ] Come in.
Firstly, I suppose that I should thank you for deciding to bring us--
Listen, you were right, I was wrong.
Let's just leave it at that.
All right.
There's no Earth.
You made it all up.
President Adar and I once talked about the legends surrounding Earth.
He knew nothing about a secret location regarding Earth.
And if the president knew nothing about it,
what are the chances that you do?
You're right. There's no Earth.
It's all a legend.
Then why?
Because it's not enough to just live.
You have to have something to live for.
Let it be Earth.
They'll never forgive you.
Maybe.
But in the meantime,
I've given all of us a fighting chance to survive.
And isn't that what you said was the most important thing--
survival of the human race?
- Who else knows? - Not a soul.
All right.
I'll keep your secret.
But I want something in return.
I'm listening.
If this civilization is going to function,
it's going to need a government,
a civilian government run by the president of the colonies.
So you'll be in charge of the fleet...
but military decisions stay with me.
Yes.
Then I'll think about it, Madam President.
[ Man ] I guess I'm gonna start reprogramming.
Your escape is a temporary one at best.
We will find you.
Yeah, you can try. It's a big universe.
You haven't addressed the real problem, of course.
Yes, yes. There may be Cylon agents...
living among us, waiting to strike at any moment.
Some may not even know they're Cylons at all.
They could be sleeper agents programmed to perfectly impersonate human beings...
until activation.
If there are Cylons aboard this ship, we'll find them.
We? You're not on their side, Gaius.
I am not on anybody's side.
And tomorrow I'll begin a formal combat patrol around the fleet.
Good. Have a good night.
I just-- Why don't we...
save this for another time, son?
.'.'[ Woman Singing In Foreign Language ]
[ Chattering ]
Dualla--
Ta-da!
Nice to be small. There you go, Chief.
Nice to be small.
.'.'[ Continues ]
Good night, Commander.
Good night, Captain.
[ Shallow Breaths ]
We have to get out of this storm.
The radiation affects our silica relays.
Where did they go? I don't know.
They were prepared for a big jump. We can't let them go.
Hmm. Unfortunately I agree.
If we do, they'll return one day and seek revenge.
It's in their nature. [ Doral ] We have no choice.
It may take several decades to track them down.
Don't worry. We'll find them.
[ Number Six ] By your command.