"Previously on Battlestar Galactica." "You kill me, I download, I come back, we start over." "You're gonna hold me in your arms." "You're gonna tell me that you love me." "I don't belong here!" "Let me out!" "Where are you getting this stuff?" "Who's your source?" "I have no idea." "The source won't tell me what their name is." "It's probably safer for all of us." "Mr. President?" "Good morning, Gaeta." "It's a Colonial transmission." "The recognition codes match." "Oh, yeah, we've got a link to the ground." "We've got a signal." "What's it say? "Have hope." "We're coming for you."" "We made contact!" "Colonel Tigh has formed an insurgent group against the Cylons, and now they're ready and waiting for instructions on how to coordinate the rescue effort." "It's gonna be okay." "What's our next target?" "I got these today." "They're security plans for the graduation ceremony of the New Caprica Police Academy." "Our best guess puts the total police force at around 200." "I wouldn't have believed there'd be 20 people who would turn against their own kind." "I don't like this one, Colonel." "I think we're the ones crossing the line here." "He's a soldier, Chief." "Not the first time we've sent a soldier on a one-way mission." "Send a message." "You work with the Cylons, you're a target." "No boundaries for the Cylons, there's no boundaries for us!" "We round up the leaders of the insurgency and we execute them publicly." "Send a message that the gloves are coming off." "Everyone of importance is being looked at right now." "You're no exception." "I can help you, Laura, in ways I cannot help myself." "I can protect you, but you have to understand the situation has changed now." "The insurgency has crossed the line." "Suicide bombings." "It's abhorrent." "It's contrary to everything that we believe in." "So you..." "You and I, we will..." "We will publicly condemn these tactics." "They cannot be legitimized in any shape or form." "There is something that scares the Cylons after all." "I should think using men and women as human bombs should scare us all." "Desperate people take desperate measures." "All right, look me in the eye." "Look me in the eye and tell me that you approve of sending young men and women into crowded places with explosives strapped to their chests." "I'm waiting for you to look me in the eye and tell me that you approve!" "Thirty-three people killed, and their only crime was putting on a police uniform, trying to bring some order to the chaos out there." "Order?" "By arresting innocent people in the dead of night, detaining them indefinitely without charge, torturing them..." "Now wait a minute." "Nobody's been tortured!" "...for information!" "Tell that to Colonel Tigh." "Nobody has been tortured." "We're done here." "I hope you understand the severity of the situation and ask you to obey the dictates of your conscience, which is what I've always done." "Of that I have no doubt." "Please give this lovely lady her shoes back, then get her out of here." "Curfew is now in effect." "There should be no people on the street without clearance." "Curfew is now in effect." "There should be no people on the street without clearance." "Do you understand your orders, Captain?" "Everything clear?" "Yes, sir." "Good." "Don't worry, we have your back." "Did you hear?" "The Cylons cut food rations today." "We heard." "How long before the next Raptor transmission?" "Two minutes." "Yeah, they're talking about shutting down the marketplace." "It's a security risk." "We'll shift targets." "You were gonna hit the marketplace." "The market, full of civilians." "This is crazy." "You know, we need to figure out whose side we're on." "Which side are we on?" "We're on the side of the demons, Chief." "We're evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go." "I'm surprised you didn't know that." "Contact." "Get ready for the sitrep." "Send it twice, just to make sure." "Here are the names of those to be arrested and sent to detention." "L..." "I know some of these people." "I'm sure you do." "They're all insurgents, Jammer." "We have to break the cycle of violence." "Okay, suit up." "You won't have to wear those much longer." "Eventually, your people will see you as heroes." "Not tonight." "Take numbers five through 10." "They're gonna be in tents to the right." "Follow down to the end." "The rest of you guys have got to keep quiet, okay?" "This is the New Caprica Police!" "You are under arrest for colluding with the insurgency!" "Don't move!" "You're under arrest!" "You are under arrest." "This is an NCP raid!" "Get your hands up!" "Cally, come here!" "No!" "No!" "This is an NCP raid." "Get your hands up." "Let go of me!" "No!" "My baby!" "No!" "No, let go of me!" "No!" "Hey, no, no, no, no." "I got you, I got you." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "There you go." "Mommy's coming back." "It's okay." "It's okay." "Their numbers are a little thin." "It says here Tigh commands 1,150 armed effectives." "That's a lot less than he should have if you count all former Fleet officers and enlisted available down there." "He could be taking heavy losses." "They mentioned a Cylon crackdown." "We should get a breakdown of available pilots in the insurgent group." "Somebody's gotta fly those ships off the ground if we're gonna pull this off." "Those ships aren't going anywhere yet." ""The Cylons have removed launch keys from grounded colonial ships." ""Location unknown." It came from Tyrol." "Can we manufacture new launch keys?" "Forget it." "The specs on launch keys are incredibly sophisticated." "It would take weeks just to do the R and D." "The best option is for Saul and the people on the ground to find the original launch keys." "Assuming they weren't destroyed." "No." "No way." "The Cylons would want to keep them safe, just in case they need to use one of those ships someday." "She's right." "The keys gotta still be there somewhere." "We can make a weapons drop to the insurgents." "They know the lay of the land, they've been hitting the Cylons in the teeth for months." "Give them the tools." "They can find the keys themselves." "No." "No way." "The only thing you've got going for you so far is that the Cylons reduced their defense perimeter to just five base ships." "You put heavy weaponry down there, they're gonna know for sure that we're in contact with the population." "They'll call in 10 more base ships, and then your whole plan is frakked." "Funny." "I thought this was our plan, sir." "Moving on, the military plans you have in your hands are to be with you at all times." "Why'd they pick her up?" "She hasn't done anything." "We've got a baby, for Gods' sakes." "I don't know." "I'll try to find out." "How long are they gonna hold her?" "The detention is run by a separate ministry." "They don't give us any reasons why they..." "Gods damn it, Felix!" "She hasn't done anything." "We've got a baby." "I know, Galen." "I'm sorry." "How do you do it?" "How do you help them day after day?" "How do you look yourself in the mirror?" "I gotta get my son." "Cameron's watching him, but she's got problems of her own." "Chief." "I'll see what I can do." "I'll see if there's something I can find out." "Why don't you try and do something?" "Hey, you okay?" "Jammer, what's going on?" "I heard about last night." "About Cally being on one of those lists." "Yeah." "I'm really sorry." "Yeah." "Frakking human police, huh?" "A bunch of traitors if you ask me." "Some of those guys who joined up," "I bet they're in over their heads, you know?" "Especially now with these suicide bombings." "At first, I bet you they thought they were doing something good, you know?" "Get the Cylons off the streets, let us police our own." "The police are frakking idiots." "What did they expect?" "You don't know any of those guys, do you?" "Any names?" "Names?" "No." "No, no idea." "Damn." "What's up with Cally?" "Why did they put her in detention?" "I don't know." "She hasn't done a gods-damn thing." "I just talked to Gaeta." "He says he doesn't know squat, or so he says." "Gaeta's a good guy." "If he knows something..." "He's a frakking collaborator." "You know what?" "One day, when this is all over, guys like Gaeta are gonna get strung up." "Guys like you and me, we're gonna be there, tying the knots, making them tight." "It's been a couple of ugly days." "I know you don't care about that, but life means something to us." "So I've decided to show you just how precious life can be, how, even in the worst of times, it can restore your faith." "Remember that breeding farm on Caprica?" "I remember I blew the frak out of the place." "It wasn't a total loss." "We were able to salvage certain things, certain medical samples, like your ovary." "What's that?" "This is Kacey." "Kacey, this is Kara, your mother." "Hi." "Unbelievable." "What?" "Admiral's decided to put some boots on the ground, wants to send an officer as a liaison between us and the resistance elements on the planet to coordinate the rescue op." "It makes sense." "What's the problem?" "It's who he's sending." "He's frakking kidding with this, right?" "I wish he were." "Mr. Hoshi, I want a Raptor prepped and ready in five minutes on the hangar deck." "Inform the flagship I'm coming aboard." "I want a private meeting with the Admiral." "Aye, sir." "What are you gonna do?" "What I should have done a long time ago." "You can't do this." "She's a Cylon." "Well, I trust her." "Well, that's a mistake." "Well, it'll be my mistake, won't it?" "You are gambling with the lives of everyone on this ship." "Everyone on my ship." "I don't need a lecture from you about the responsibilities of command." "We're done here." "I'm not finished." "This entire plan is a reckless gamble." "And yes, you certainly have the right to risk the lives of the men and women under your command, but that's not the issue." "The issue is you are risking the lives of the entire human race." "I'm trying to save the human race." "No." "No, you're not." "That's what you're not seeing." "Right now, the human race, well, that's the 2,000 people huddled in those civilian ships that managed to get away when the Cylons came back." "They're the safe bet." "They're the ones who survived and we should guard, just like we did after the attack on the colonies." "Sharon can penetrate the Cylon defenses." "It's not about her." "The Centurions can't distinguish her from the other humanoid models." "Did you know that?" "Admiral..." "They were deliberately programed that way." "The Cylons didn't want them becoming self-aware and suddenly resisting orders." "They didn't want their own robotic rebellion on their hands." "You can appreciate the irony." "Dad..." "I know what you're saying, but we have a responsibility to the people that we left behind." "Remember what Roslin said." ""Our first responsibility is to the survival of humanity."" "We can't lose sight of that." "Over the last year, we've lost sight of almost everything." "We got soft." "But if we go back to New Caprica now, and we lose, it's over." "Humanity just stops and an admiral's stars don't give you the right to make that gamble." "You're right, Son." "You should make plans for resuming the search for Earth with Pegasus and the civilian fleet." "With Pegasus?" "What about Galactica?" "I know why we left those people behind." "And I know that it was their choice in the first place to be down there, and I realize that the survival of the human race outweighs anything else." "But this time," "I can't live with it, can't face it." "Maybe I'm a coward, but I'm going back..." "Dad, you won't have a chance." "I'm going back, Son." "Once I fertilized your egg, we transferred it to a human woman who carried it to term." "She's pretty, funny, great smile." "You would have liked her." "Although her mother died during childbirth, Kacey's heart never failed." "I guess she gets that will to live from you." "I've seen her path." "It's difficult but rewarding." "She'll know the mind of God in this lifetime." "She'll see patterns that others do not see." "She probably gets that spiritual clarity from me." "She'll be hungry soon." "There's food on the table." "You wouldn't let your own child starve, would you?" "It's not my child." "I don't even know if it's human." "Half human." "I mean, you know that she's yours." "You just won't admit it." "Where the frak are you going?" "Take this with you!" "Hey!" "Don't leave me alone with this!" "Frak." "I don't know who or what you are, but I do know this." "I'm not your mother." "I don't care that it's effective." "I don't care that the Cylons can't stop it." "It's wrong." "No more suicide bombings, Colonel." "You understand?" "What, are you working for the Cylons now?" "I'm sorry." "There was no excuse for that." "You see, little things like that, they don't matter anymore." "In fact, not too frakking much really matters anymore." "I've got one job here, lady, and one job only, to destruct the Cylons, make them worry about the anthill they've stirred up down here, so they're distracted and out of position when the old man shows up in orbit." "The bombings?" "They got the Cylons' attention." "They really got their attention." "And lam not giving that up." "We are talking about people blowing themselves up." "You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins and other times I think you're just a naive, little schoolteacher." "I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something, it don't make a gods-damn bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground." "In the end, they're just as dead." "So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick them someplace safe until you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again." "I've got a war to fight." "Let's go." "Move it." "This way." "Offload the rest." "Let's go to isolation." "Move!" "The detentions are just causing more resentment and more enemies." " We're losing ground with the people." " Let's move!" "Get going!" "I know." "We don't have another option." "We have to send the message that suicide bombings won't be tolerated." "Excuse me, sir." "Can I talk to you for a moment?" "Yeah, sure, Jammer." "We'll catch up later." "Okay." "Sir, I don't know exactly how to broach this, nor do I know exactly what I expect you to do about it, but since we were..." "Anyway, since we were back on Galactica..." "Yeah, Jammer, just spit it out." "We picked up Chief Tyrol's wife on the last raid." "Cally." "She's in detention." "I think she's on the list." "Frak!" "Kacey?" "Kara?" "Hi, Cally." "It's me." "Boomer." "I wish I had a gun." "Are you all right?" "Physically, I mean." "What do you want from me?" "Look, a lot's happened in everyone's life." "But I want you to know..." "I want you and Galen to know that I'm happy for you, especially since you started a family." "Something that him and I talked about once before." "Can you get me out of here?" "I don't know." "I have nothing to do with internal security..." "Then frak you, Sharon, you stupid, frakked-up toaster." "How many times do I have to shoot you, anyway?" "If you can't help me, then just go away and leave us alone!" "All human personnel prepare to present identification before passing through security scanners." "Have your IDs out." "Everyone have both your IDs ready." "Step on up." "Worker IDs out." "Straight ahead, move it." "Hey, you!" "Open your bag!" "Open your bag!" "Stop her!" "Twenty-three Cylons critically wounded." "Fourteen had to be euthanized." "They had casualties, too." "Four human dead." "Who gives a frak about that?" "Pardon my language." "The power substation is crippled." "Almost half the city is without power and our best estimates put the repairs at two weeks." "You still think we're being too hard on the human population?" "We have a very serious, very straightforward problem." "Either we increase control or we lose control." "That's a fact." "We think it's time for stronger measures." "We agree." "We agree." "We agree as well." "How about you?" "We agree also." "Most of us do, anyway." "Enough." "What's this?" "This orders the summary executions of all the detainees listed on the next page." "It requires your signature." "My Signature?" "You're the President." "Read it later." "Sign now." "Just because you've decided to do this doesn't mean you need to drag him into sin with you." "Don't you lecture me about sin." "I'm not the one who committed the first act of Cylon-on-Cylon violence in our history." "What's she talking about?" "She crushed my head in with a rock back on Caprica." "Interesting she didn't tell you." "It was something I had to do." "I'm not proud of it." "This is all very interesting, very edifying." "Sign the order." "You don't need my signature." "Well, actually, we do." "We're here as allies and friends of the legitimate government of the Colonies." "You are the President, so everything we do requires your signature." "In other words, they're worried about what God might think if they commit murder." "They're covering their existential asses." "I won't do it, all right?" "I won't do it." "You're going to have to solve your consciences some other way." "Then we'll find another president." "Stop this!" "This is crazy!" "Dear God." "She'll be back." "But if he pulls that trigger now, you won't." "Sign it!" "Sign it!" "Sign your name!" "Sign it!" "Sign it!" "Sign it!" "There's nothing you can do, Gaius." "Sign your name on that paper!" "It'll be okay." "It's you." "Help me." "You have to sign it." "They'll kill you if you don't." "Sign it!" "Sign!" "Sign!" "Sign your name!" "Sign it!" "I can't." "I won't." "You can't force..." "Sometimes you have to do things you hate, so you can survive to fight another day." "Raise your right hand and repeat after me." "I, Sharon Agathon..." "I, Sharon Agathon... do now pledge my faith and my loyalty... do now pledge my faith and my loyalty... to the protection of the 12 Colonies of Kobol... to the protection of the 12 Colonies of Kobol... and will carry out the lawful orders of my superiors... and will carry out the lawful orders of my superiors... as an officer... as an officer... in the Colonial Fleet." "In the Colonial Fleet." "Congratulations, Lieutenant." "I never thought I'd live to see the day." "Me, neither." "It looks good on you." "It belongs on you." "This uniform, it means a lot to me, Sharon." "I know it does, Helo." "It means a lot to me, too." "I won't betray it." "The bird checks out, Lieutenant." "Thanks." "Can I ask you a question?" "How do you know?" "I mean, how do you really know that you can trust me?" "I don't." "That's what trust is." "Good hunting, Lieutenant." "That was really something." "I thought you might like that." "But you..." "You didn't do the twist this time." "What do you call..." "What's that deal you did right at the end?" "What do you call that?" "You mean the swirl?" "Oh, the swirl." "Boy, that's really something." "Well, you said you wanted something memorable." "How is Saul?" "Fine." "And when is his next meeting with the insurgents?" "No point in denying it, Ellen." "We know he's their leader." "Why do you think we let him out of detention?" "I thought it was because of the twist." "Well, yes, that too, for sure." "But having the Colonel out and active with the resistance presents us with certain advantages." "I don't know anything about..." "Let's just consider your denials as read, shall we?" "I want a specific place, I want a specific time for a very high-level meeting of the insurgency leadership." "And if I don't get it, we pick up Saul again, and this time, he'll lose more than an eye." "Tomorrow, the Galactica is going to send two Raptors, several Marines and a ground liaison officer is gonna help brief us on the rescue mission and help coordinate our evac plans." "I'll be damned." "It's really happening." "Who is the liaison officer?" "Sharon." "I hope that's your idea of a joke." "Admiral Adama has given her a uniform and a billet." "She is a serving officer, which is more than you can say about us, technically speaking." "The old man's lost his mind all right." "Where's the rendezvous?" "They left that up to us." "Okay, here's my suggestion." "If they jump into Breeder's Canyon, out here in the southern range..." "Come." "Hey, guys." "Hey, Ellen." "Anyway, like I was saying, if they jump in here, they won't get picked up on Cylon dradis." "That's a long way out there, a lot of ground to cover by foot." "I realize that." "I'm gonna meet them halfway, right about here." "Now, there's good cover from the air, it's pretty isolated." "I've gotta be sure." "It may be the most important meeting we're ever gonna have." "Colonel, I'm sure." "This is the place." "The Cylons will not find them here." "All right, give me the map." "Have you got the message memorized?" "All the wireless freqs?" "All right, then give me the message, too." "I'll do that, Saul." "Don't get up." "Thanks." "Colonel, I've assembled a team of about six to eight." "We've been out about half a dozen times." "We have got provisions for a couple of days if we need them." "We have access to running water." "I know that place like the back of my hand." "This is gonna work." "Gaius!" "Gaius!" "Did you sign this?" "Tell me you didn't sign this, Gaius." "Not now, Mr. Gaeta." "I'm very tired." "This is a death warrant!" "Have you seen the names on this list?" "Do you have any idea what they're about to do out there?" "Are you listening to me?" "I didn't have any choice." "What the hell's the matter with you?" "There are over 200 names on this list." "Have you even looked at the names?" "Look at the names, Gaius!" "I've seen them!" "I've seen them, all right?" "There was nothing I could do." "Let's go!" "Move!" "Move!" "Move!" "Move!" "Move!" "And you do triple digits." "You can do that." "Let me see." "Laura Roslin?" "Come with us, please." "Killing Tyrol's wife will only embitter him against us." "He's the head of a labor union, an organized faction..." "Come on, Sharon, let's just be honest with one another." "In your view, you don't think there's any reason to kill anyone." "Correct?" "Right." "Well, we made a decision, all of us, just like when we listened to you and Caprica Six when we came here to start this new and glorious chapter in Cylon-human relations." "This has nothing to do with whether or not we execute Cally." "No one enjoys the thought of mortal death, Boomer." "But she tried to murder you." "Maybe it's Gods' justice." "Need a lift, Mr. Vice President?" "I guess so." "I haven't seen much of you lately." "Been busy these days, huh?" "Well, not much to do in detention." "How long have you been held?" "Four months, I think." "I told Baltar I wouldn't have any part of collaborating with the Cylons, and he got a little pissed." "He's a little pissed at me, too." "Jump complete." "Right on target." "Okay, hang on, guys." "We're dropping down to the landing point, and there's some heavy turbulence up ahead." "Follow the river." "Make sure you hug the bank." "Yes, sir." "Okay, once we reach the rendezvous point, stay back and provide cover." "Go Panthers!" "C-Bucks rule!" "Hey, Sam, been a long time." "Funny, I..." "I feel like I see you every day." "Come on." "Lords, please don't take her life." "It was my mistake." "Don't punish her for it." "It was an accident, Kara, nothing more." "Kacey." "Kacey." "Oh, my Gods." "Honey." "Let them stretch their legs for a minute." "Yes, sir!" "Let's go!" "All right, everybody out!" "Five minute rest break!" "Come on, move!" "Everybody out!" "Five minute rest break, max!" "Let's go!" "Come on, five minutes." "Everyone out!" "Let's go!" "Tell me something, Laura." "Right up front!" "Last year, you tried to steal an election, didn't you?" "Yes, I did, Tom." "I wish you'd gone through with it." "Me, too." "We'll wait until nightfall before we go back to the city." "There's a system of tunnels we've been using." "Our levels under..." "You hear that?" "Down!" "Get down!" "Move, take cover!" "Go, go, go!" "You, over here." "Run." "Run, don't look back." "Go!" "Let's go."