(HUMMING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Are you alive?
Yes.
Prove it.
(GASPS)
(EXPLOSIONS)
It has begun.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Make a hole!
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 12 Battlestars, each representing one of Kobol's 12 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 PA: 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.
(SHUSHING) It's the old man.
Too late. What's up?
Nothing, sir. Just another leak in that frakking 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.
Anything interesting?
Mostly housekeeping.
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 FTL-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.
ADAMA: "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.
(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)
WOMAN ON PA: Attention all hands...
Morning.
Attention on deck!
Chief, Sir. At ease.
This way.
A Mark II.
Haven't seen one of these in about 20 years.
TYROL: If the Commander will take a closer look
(LAUGHING) at the tail numbering.
Nebula 7242 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? Yes, sir.
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? Mmm-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.
Thank you. Thank you all. It's an honor.
You're welcome, sir. Fall out.
MAN: All right. You heard the man. Let's get number three up.
(CHATTERING)
WOMAN ON PA: Attention...
(ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(REPEATING ANNOUNCEMENT)
WOMAN ON PA: ... prior to 2300 hours.
U h-oh.
HELO: Here we go.
If you're gonna play with the big dogs...
BOOMER: No fear.
HELO: I'm in. Bet's to you, XO.
I'm not scared of you. TIGH: I'm in.
(LAUGHING) 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.
TIGH : After. That's right. It was after.
I'm in. Bet's to you, XO.
I'm in. Stay.
How's the wife?
BOOMER: Too early for that kind of money.
(CARDS SLAPPING DOWN)
Hey, did you hear about that Pyramid game on Geminon?
BOOMER: What were you doing on Geminon?
HELO: This girl there I know.
BOOMER: What girl don't you know?
The wife is just fine.
Talk to her lately?
BOOMER: Bet's to you, Lieutenant.
(CLEARS THROAT)
All right.
Thirty to me.
And it looks like I'm gonna bring this lovely little game to a close
because full colors!
(LAUGHING TRIUMPHANTLY)
(WHOOPS)
(HUMMING HAPPILY)
(LAUGHING)
(TIGH GROANING)
Stop!
Okay, I'm fine. I'm fine. Hey, hey, hey.
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.
Are you really gonna press charges against Kara?
For striking a superior officer? You're damned right I am.
ADAMA: Heard you started the day off pretty early.
I wasn't on duty.
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.
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(DOOR SLAMS)
I'm afraid the tests are positive. The mass is malignant.
It's advanced well beyond the...
(LOUD RUMBLING)
BI LLY: 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.
Pl LOT ON I NTERCOM: 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 half hours.
Please sit back and relax and enjoy your flight.
(LOUD SOB)
(BELL TOLLING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
WOMAN 1: I'll take two!
WOMAN 2: All right.
How small they are.
I know. But they grow up so fast.
May I?
Sure.
There.
(BABY CRYING)
So light.
So fragile.
(SHUSHING)
There, there. It's okay.
You're not gonna have to cry much longer.
We really should be going.
Of course.
It's amazing how the neck can support that much weight.
MAN: Chantara.
Honey, let's go.
MAN: I gotta show you something.
Okay. Yeah. Come on.
CHANTARA: Give me a moment.
(BONE CRACKING)
CHANTARA: Just a second.
I'll go with you.
(CHANTARA SCREAMING)
CHANTARA: My God! He's not breathing!
(SOBBING) Oh, my God! Oh, my God! He's not breathing!
My baby!
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...
(BOTH 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.
I'm hot, Gaius.
I'm so hot!
MAN ON RADIO: Viper 450, this is Galactica. Approach port landing bay.
Hands-on speed 105. Checkers red. Call the ball.
APOLLO: 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 105. I have the ball.
TYROL ON RADIO: 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.
(AIR HISSING)
(MAN SHOUTING)
(WOMAN TALKING INDISTINCTLY ON PA)
Morning, sir. Chief Tyrol.
I'll be your crew chief while you're aboard.
Morning, Chief. Captain Lee Adama.
It's a real pleasure to have... 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 PA: 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 LSO, 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 10 years' experience... Here we go.
... breaking down and stripping every component and every system
(BOTH) that's ever been installed in every spacecraft on my hangar deck.
(GRUNTING)
The gimbal is broken.
Shut up, sir.
Morning. ALL: 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.
WOMAN: Good to have you. Welcome, Apollo.
MAN 1: Welcome aboard, Captain.
MAN 2: Great. Welcome.
Thanks to Chief Tyrol and his deck gang, Captain,
you're gonna have the honor of flying the actual Viper
that your father flew almost 40 years ago.
Great. That's quite an honor.
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 CN 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.
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,
you'll call me later, right?
It's about time. I wondered when you'd get here.
DORAL: Secretary Roslin. 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 PA: 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: Yes, that's exactly what I would think.
MAN ON PA: Attention all hands. E VA activity on hull.
Do not radiate any electrical equipment while E VA is in progress.
Thank you.
(TOILET FLUSHING)
In or out.
Excuse me? Get in or get out.
Shut the hatch. Sorry.
Where are you trying to be?
Visitor's quarters. I'm a visitor.
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.
(SIGHING) 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.
(STARBUCK BREATHING HEAVILY)
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.
We must be getting old.
Seems like the funeral was just a couple months ago.
Yeah.
Your old man's doing 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? Nothing?
That's not what I meant. And you know what...
You know what? You should go.
I'm getting 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?
She's a friend. Well, more than a friend. When I say friend...
Get out.
This is just great.
Bye.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Look, it's me, all right?
(STUTTERING) It's totally me. I screwed up.
I am screwed up. I always have been.
It's a... It's a flaw in my character that I have...
I've always hated and I've tried...
Spare me your feigned self-awareness and remorse.
I came here because I have something to tell you.
Oh. Okay.
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.
Commander, could you put your arm around your son?
DORAL: Great. Perfect.
Okay. Thank you very much. See you at the ceremony.
We'll just be leaving this... Through this doorway and to our right.
WOMAN ON PA: Attention, honor guard detail, report to starboard hangar bay.
You want some 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 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 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 even 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.
Why can't you get this through your head?
Zak did not belong in that plane!
He shouldn't have been there.
He was only doing it for you.
Face it. You killed him.
That'll be all, Captain.
So now you're telling me...
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 ON Ml KE: 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 PLAYING)
(ALL APPLAUDING)
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 RADIO: 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.
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.
(ALL APPLAUDING)
You are one surprising son of a bitch.
APOLLO ON RADIO: Colonial Heavy 798, this is Viper 7242.
My call sign is Apollo, and I’ll be your escort back to Caprica.
MAN ON RADIO: Copy that, Viper 7242. Glad to have you with us, Apollo.
BOOMER ON RADIO: Viper 7242, Raptor 312, this is Boomer.
Just wanted to say it was an honor to fly with you, Apollo.
MAN ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen, we are now en route back to Caprica.
lf you look out the starboard window,
you might be able to see one of Galactica's old Mark II Vipers,
which will be escorting us back home.
WOMAN ON TV: We don't have any further information, yet.
MAN ON TV: 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...
(CRASHING)
What have I done?
What am I gonna do?
There's no way out.
I know. I'm sure you know.
(VOICE BREAKING) That's your doing, isn't it?
Wait. Wait. There has to be another way out of here.
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 12 models. I'm N umber Six.
(DEEP RUMBLING) I don't want to die. I don't...
Get down.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(EXPLOSIONS)
(INTERCOM BUZZING)
MAN: CIC 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)
MAN ON PA: Action stations, action stations.
Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
(ALL CHATTERING) 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?
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
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.
This is the Commander.
Moments ago this ship received word
of a Cylon attack against our homeworlds is underway.
We do not know the size or the disposition or the strength of the enemy forces.
But all indications point
(ON SPEAKER) 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.
XO. Sir?
We're in a shooting war. We need something to shoot.
I'll start checking munitions depots.
Dee, 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 them our position.
Tell them we've detected a formation of Cylon fighters directly ahead,
and I intend to attack.
CAG: Boomer, do you copy?
Copy that.
Ease up there, Boomer. Take a deep breath.
Stand by. Helo?
I show 10.
No, no, make that five Cylon raiders on course 324-mark-110.
Speed, 7.1.
Time to intercept, seven minutes.
CAG: 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.
BOOMER: 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.
(BARS THUDDING)
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 them 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, Dee?
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.
HELO: Anybody know what these things look like?
BOOMER: Pictures I’ve seen of the old Cylon fighters
were sort of like a big flying wing.
HELO: Those pictures are 40 years old.
Okay, keep the chatter down. BOOMER: CAG, Boomer.
We've got a lot more contacts showing up. Looks like a couple of squadrons, at least.
All Vipers, weapons free.
Let's go get 'em.
(HUMMING)
(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.
CAG, Boomer. Do you read?
Boomer, this is CAG.
lf 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.
(CAG SCREAMING)
No!
(ALARM BEEPING RAPIDLY)
Boomer, get us out of here! Right.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
PILOT: 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?
APOLLO: No, just picking up a lot of confusing chatter.
Well, to be honest with you, I'm kind of glad you're sticking around.
Makes us all feel better just seeing you out there.
Well, don't get too comfortable.
This old junker I’m in was meant for show, not combat.
lf 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 798 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. Guess we found the main fight.
(RAPID BEEPING)
Missile lock! We got one left.
(HELO YELLING)
We're hit! Oh, really?
(AIR HISSING)
Helo? Hey!
(HISSING STOPS)
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.
(ALARM BEEPING)
(SILENCE)
So we're cruising?
Best way to avoid attracting attention. No power signature, go in a straight line.
Unless somebody actually gets close enough to see us,
we just 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.
(PANTING) Nice. Nice thinking there.
Preliminary reports indicate
a thermo-nuclear device in the 50-megaton range
(ON SPEAKER) was detonated over Caprica City 30 minutes ago.
Nuclear detonations have been reported on the planets Arilon, Picon,
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.
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...
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,
(ALL GASPING)
Picon... WOMAN: Oh, my God.
...Arilon and Tauron.
MAN 1: What about Tauron? MAN 2: 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 you, please, and you,
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, please try and stay calm.
Thank you.
(PEOPLE 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...
U m...
Madam Secretary, we've got your comlink.
Yeah.
Fl SK ON RADIO: 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 798.
Where?
(RAPID BEEPING)
What should we do?
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)
(TOOLS RATTLING)
(EXPLOSION)
That's six.
How you coming on that fuel line? Almost there.
We'll be airborne pretty soon.
Okay, that should do it. Sharon.
HELO: Grab your sidearm.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
Helo... Just stand your ground.
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
Captain, are you all right?
I'm fine.
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... It's a bad situation, isn't it, sir?
Yes, it is. Right.
What if we transfer the "L" containers from Bay 3 to Bay 4?
Then we would have 1, 2 and 3 for passengers.
Yeah, that's doable.
That's a lot of heavy lifting without dock loaders.
ROSLIN : A little hard work is just what the people need right now.
Captain, good to see you again.
Likewise. Thanks for the lift. You should thank her.
Start the cargo transfer and prep Bay 3 for survivors.
PILOT: 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.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
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.
WOMAN: Sixty thousand! We're not taking money!
This isn't a rescue ship.
(ALL TALKING) This is a military vessel and we're not taking money.
WOMAN: Please! You've gotta take my nephew! We are not taking money.
MAN: Please! Take the children!
WOMAN: What about the children?
MAN: What about my wife? WOMAN: 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. MAN: Three?
That's the maximum load if we're gonna break orbit.
Who chooses the three, you? No one chooses. No one.
Lottery.
Everyone gets a number. We put the numbers in a box, take out three.
That's it. No arguing, no appeal. MAN: 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.
MAN ON PA: 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.
SHOOTER: Viper 1104, 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.
STARBUCK: Frak, 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 going on.
Three frakking aborts, Chief? We're on it, sir.
It's the pressure reg valve again. We should pull it.
PROSNA: We can't. We don't have a spare.
Bow up half.
Forward left, one quarter. Stern right full.
MAN ON PA: Inbound enemy contact bearing 247,
range 115 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 Pl LOT: Firing. Miss!
FEMALE Pl LOT: Watch it, watch it. Engines all ahead full.
Ahead full, sir. Engines report ahead full.
MALE Pl LOT: I got him. Terra's got him. Terra's got him! No!
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.
STARBUCK: Come on! Ready!
TYROL: Clear the tube! Let's go! Get her in.
TYROL: Move, move!
(HUMMING)
Oh, frak me!
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.
(ALARM BEEPING)
I'm all right!
(ALARM 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.
(PEOPLE YELLING)
STARBUCK ON RADIO: 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 non-responsive.
We're in an uncontrolled lateral counterclockwise spin.
Send a DC party up to aux control
and have them 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 250.
That's a problem.
Saul, take personal command of the DC units.
Me?
Sir, the stern thruster's still locked open. We need you.
You're either the XO or you're not.
MAN: Casualty list to sick bay.
Sir. MAN ON PA: Sick bay is cut off.
WOMAN ON PA: Attention. All decks switch emergency power relays
to positive and low.
(GROANS)
MAN: Go, guys, go! Move it! Go!
MAN: Chief, we're losing pressure.
The port pod, it's buckling. We need help!
MAN: 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 trying 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 DC teams down from the landing bay.
Give them a 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 them 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!
We gotta vent the compartment!
(ALL COUGHING)
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.
127. One, two, seven.
Here.
Thank the Lords of Kobol. Thank you.
Thank you, thank you.
BOOMER: Last one.
Forty-seven.
(PEOPLE GROANING)
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?
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?
(PEOPLE PROTESTING)
I think you better go.
Stay back, stay back. It's over. It's over!
HELO: Stay back. Stay back. Stay back.
It's over! It's over!
It's over!
Get down! Get down!
(SCREAMS)
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 ID 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.
(SNIFFS)
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.
MAN ON PA: Attention.
Loose, one EMC electrical conduit on decks 15 and 16.
Use extreme caution.
Loose, one EMC electrical conduit on decks 15 and 16.
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.
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 XO 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. MAN: 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.
Priority message, sir.
TIGH : Engineering, spin up FTL drives one and two.
MAN: Spinning up FTL drives one and two.
Lieutenant Gaeta, break out the FTL 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."
PILOT : Geminon Liner 1701, this is Colonial Heavy 798.
No, strike that. This is Colonial One.
MAN ON RADIO: 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... 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... Is your ship all right?
We're both fine. Thanks for asking.
Is your ship's FTL 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.
APOLLO ON RADIO: 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?
(COMPUTER BEEPING)
We got trouble.
Stand by, Galactica. What?
Inbound Cylon fighters.
How long till they get here?
ETA, two minutes.
He's right. We have to go now.
No.
We can't defend this ship again...
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?
(CREW CHATTERING)
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!
(STATIC)
Fifty-kiloton thermo-nuclear detonation.
Cylons moving off, sir.