Here you go.
Thanks.
One more for the road?
Keep out the cold and wet.
Oh, no, not for me.
Curfew's in 20 minutes, the sun's going down even quicker
and the last thing I want to do is spend the night in a Cylon jail cell.
Cylons show up to help us, first thing they do is build a jail.
He's so beautiful.
You two should have one.
We're working on that.
Okay.
Great work if you can get it.
Thanks, bye.
Bye, be safe.
We need to find you a lady, buddy,
you're starting to walk funny.
Hey, if Nora has a sister, I'm there.
Sorry, I can't help you.
Story of my life.
Oh, no, no, no. We quit.
If we're going to have a baby we've got to clean up our act.
Did you hear about Longo?
No. What?
Toasters got him. They found his weapons stash.
Do you think Duck will bite?
Jammer's finding out right now.
The Cylons didn't get them all.
Longo had these hidden under his latrine.
This is all that's left? This is frakking pathetic.
If this keeps up, we'll have nothing but rocks left to throw at the bastards.
Yeah, and nobody to throw them.
They shot him in cold blood?
Toasters claim when they found his stash he was reaching for his gun.
What? Charlie's not that stupid.
Those frakkers murdered him.
Gods. Poor Charlie.
Hiding weapons in his tent. What does he expect?
And now they want us to do their dirty work for them.
Are you kidding me? New Caprica Police? What a bunch of crap.
Some people say it's a good thing. What?
Get the Centurions off the streets and let us patrol them ourselves.
Maybe Charlie would still be alive if they had human...
Oh, no, no, no, no. No matter how you try to swing this,
you work for the toasters, it's treason. That's it.
Let's go.
Oh, hell. I forgot my hat back at the Chief's.
I'll see you later. All right.
See you, man. Yeah.
What do you think about him being a godfather?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah? Yeah.
It's bed time.
Adama's not going to have a hope in hell of getting us off this rock
if we don't put together an effective fighting force.
I'm going to have to keep these here until we find a better hiding place.
Colonel, I got a wife, a newborn, I can't...
We'll move them as soon as we can.
Well?
Duck hates the toasters, no doubt about that.
He's also an ex-Viper jock with 40 kills.
Talk to him, make him understand that we need him.
Throw in some poetic crap about the struggle for liberty
against the Cylon oppressors, whatever it takes.
We need more people, or this resistance movement is gonna die in its crib.
Look. Part of me would love to kick some chrome-plated ass with you guys,
but it's not going to happen.
I just got other plans.
Other plans, what the frak is that?
Nora.
So what? I got a wife and a kid.
You don't think I worry about them?
What kind of future are we gonna leave them if we just lay down and quit?
That's just a spineless excuse.
Duck's no coward, Chief.
He made his choice, we made ours.
Let's leave it at that.
Frak that.
We give thanks for the food you have presented us.
May this harvest be spared the blight.
So say we all. So say we all.
We picked up all the weapons from the other sites.
They're in crates marked "machine parts. "
Smuggle them over here a few at a time.
Wait a minute.
You want to hide firearms in the temple?
Something wrong with that?
This is sacred ground.
The Cylons respect that, which is why they leave the temple alone.
And that makes it the perfect hiding place.
But it's sacrilege.
Well, I'll tell you what. You say a prayer, ask the Gods to forgive us.
We move the guns in tonight.
If it pleases you, great Aphrodite, grant us a child.
If it pleased her, you'd be pregnant already.
Well, maybe if you came to temple with me once in a while...
The Gods help those who help themselves.
Okay.
Why don't you get your butt over here and help me, then?
Jammer and Tyrol tried to recruit me today.
For the resistance?
I turned them down.
Thank the Gods.
There was a time when I would have done it in a heartbeat but...
I guess things change.
How?
You.
Still clear.
Okay, let's go. Let's go.
Let's go.
May the Gods forgive us.
Let's go. Let's go.
Jammer, let's go.
Reveille, Up all bunks!
I thought we left all that military crap aboard Galactica,
You're already late.
Tyrol's gonna kick your ass. Here.
Do you, maybe, want to meet me at temple when you get off?
I don't do temples.
It would really mean a lot to me.
I don't need all the bells and whistles.
I talk to the Gods in my own way.
But I'll be there in spirit.
I'll see you later tonight.
Okay.
Now go, go, go, go.
Five more minutes. Five more minutes.
You're lucky Galen comes from a religious background.
Duck says he believes, but I can never get him in here with me.
Galen's having his own crisis of faith.
Finding out Brother Cavil was a Cylon didn't help.
Still, you got him to agree to hold the dedication ceremony
to the Gods for your son.
A small miracle.
Well, it's the small ones that keep me going.
Like finding fresh greens for sale?
I got you some. I thought you might be too busy.
Oh, thank you. It's our temple!
What's that?
Go back! Go back! Infidels!
Stand aside, we're coming in! Cylons.
Centurions? What do they want in here? Come on!
Open the temple! If you insist!
Stand your ground!
Wait, my bag.
Did she say anything?
No.
It happened so quickly, she didn't suffer.
Here.
I should've been there, I should've been with her.
She even asked me to go.
There's nothing you could've done.
I could've died with her.
Sometimes the will of the Gods is not...
Frak the Gods, the Gods killed her!
Were there guns at the temple?
Doesn't matter.
Toasters thought there were.
That's not an answer, Chief.
Yeah.
Go. Go, just leave.
Listen... Go!
Ten dead, 12 wounded. They shot the temple to shreds.
Never dreamed we'd get this lucky.
Lucky?
The Cylons are cracking down, they're making random arrests.
One thousand people protested outside Colonial One today.
Temple massacre pushed people over the edge.
Population's with us now.
Solved our recruitment problem.
More than 150 people joined up in the last three days.
A hell of a bargain for a few confiscated weapons.
What about the 10 innocent people?
Why don't you tell Duck what a bargain you got for Nora's life?
You got that ass-backwards, sonny,
we didn't shoot those people, the chrome jobs did.
'Cause we hid weapons there. Hey!
We're not playing pattycake here.
These bastards burned up 20 billion of us.
You gonna say that's our fault, too?
Instead of bawling like a little girl,
you should focus on getting some payback.
Is that all this is about to you?
Blood for blood?
We're at war, war is messy.
People get killed.
Good people, nice people.
Get that through your head or get out.
We don't need any crybabies in this outfit.
Of all the people for the toasters to grab, it had to be Jammer.
That little frak could give us all up.
Jammer may be a pain in the ass but he's no traitor. He's not going to talk.
Well, I hope you're right about him, for all our sakes.
This is so frakked up.
I am so completely frakked.
Sorry to keep you waiting. Have a seat, Mr. Lyman.
What the hell am I doing here? I haven't done anything.
Please.
Can I call you James, or do you prefer Jammer?
They weren't supposed to cuff you. Totally unnecessary. I apologize.
You're going to tell me why I was arrested?
You're not under arrest.
I brought you here because I wanted to talk about what happened at the temple.
All I know about the temple is that you blew 10 innocent people to pieces.
Yeah.
It might be hard for you to believe, but we all feel sick about it.
It's tragic. There's no other word for it.
The Centurions overreacted.
But I think if you're honest with yourself,
you'll admit that the shooting wasn't entirely our fault.
That's bullcrap.
We have always left your temple alone.
Never dreamed of sending Centurions there
until someone decided to hide weapons in it.
We didn't shoot those people, you did.
True. I accept full responsibility for that.
But bringing instruments of death into a house of worship is a sin.
Don't you agree?
Think about it, James.
Whoever hid those weapons in there must've known we'd catch wind of it.
Maybe they even leaked the information to us,
maybe they wanted it to happen.
Why?
Because some people are afraid of peace.
Afraid to stop fighting, afraid of what they might be without it.
But you're not one of those people, are you, James?
You'd like to put all this bloodshed behind you.
Get a place of your own one day, a farm, maybe.
A wife, kids, a life.
Well, who wouldn't?
Well, it's not impossible. It could happen.
It could happen for you, for me, for all of us.
How?
Individuals like you and I have to be brave enough
to demonstrate that there's a better way.
Others are already doing it.
That juice comes from farms right here on New Caprica,
where Cylons and humans are working together,
growing things instead of killing each other.
The power grid's almost complete, so is the water system,
thanks to your engineering teams and ours.
And when we can finally have human beings policing the streets
instead of Centurions, we will...
So that's what all this is about?
You want me to join the New Caprica Police?
That's never going to happen. I'm not a frakking collaborator.
I'm not asking you to be.
All I'm asking is that you help me prevent
another tragedy like the temple shooting.
And why am I supposed to do that?
Show this at the gate, they'll let you in to see me right away.
If you hear of anything that might lead to more bloodshed,
get hold of me.
Maybe the two of us can find a way
to stop more innocent people from being killed.
Hey.
How did you know?
Boomer told me.
What's it like in there, anyway?
It's pretty rough?
Yeah, they had some skin job all over me
about the temple massacre, the weapons.
Who, what, where. You know, the usual stuff. Just like you'd expect.
And?
I told him to go frak himself.
Good.
I would have liked to have seen the look on his face.
Yeah. He was one pissed-off toaster.
Bet he was.
With this mark, we dedicate Nicholas Stephen Tyrol
to the service of Ares and Apollo.
May he prove worthy of their blessings and those of mighty Zeus.
So say we all.
He's wet again.
Oh, here, give him to me. I'll get him.
No, it's okay. It's my turn.
Thanks, sweetie.
Chief.
One sec.
What's up?
What the hell is that?
I joined New Caprica Police.
You're gonna work for the toasters after they killed Nora?
Some motherfrakker obviously told them we were hiding weapons in here.
If I join them, maybe I can find out who.
It's pretty dangerous.
Welcome back to the fight.
Thanks, Chief.
Hey, Duck.
Be careful.
Yeah.
Hey, Chief?
They know that we got more people onboard.
It's time for a major hit on the skin jobs.
Anders found us a source for ammonium nitrate.
Good.
We'll need to find a place to turn it into explosives.
I was thinking under the grain storage tent.
That's right across from the hospital.
If we frak up and that stuff explodes, those patients...
The patients will have to take their chances.
Right.
Okay. Let me go check the perimeter.
I thought you quit.
What frakking difference does it make now?
Take it easy, bro.
Yeah. Easy.