"NARRATOR:" "previously on Battlestar Galactica." "We network the FTL computer with the Nav, DC and fire control computers." "Once they're linked, we'll only need 1 0 minutes to complete the calculations." "Really?" "You're going to outthink the Cylons at computer software?" "Cylons are hacking our network." "Attempting to access our mainframe." "(electricity BUZZES)" "What the hell was that?" "It's the virus, sir." "I think it must have spawned copies of itself in some of the computer systems." "It's knocked out main power and auxiliary units." "(PEOPLE screaming) I love you, Chief." "What do you want from me, Helo?" "She's a Cylon." "(GUN fires) I'm not going to let you kill her, okay." "She's carrying my child." "I have terminal breast cancer." "Dr. Cottle will verify the diagnosis." "I have a few months to live." "Five-four-two-eight-niner." "So, how are we feeling today?" "(CLATTERlNG)" "Great!" "(MEN laughing)" "HELO:" "Thought I'd find you here." "(coins rattling)" "Karl Agathon." "(MEN chattering)" "You wanna sit in?" "(CHUCKLES)" "Maybe next time." "So, he's the Cylon lover?" "You know what?" "I don't care who or what he fraks." "He saved my ass down there, all right?" "(sighing)" "How could anyone fall in love with a toaster, though?" "Same way I hear everyone was high-fiving our Sharon right before she put two in Adama's chest." "The bastards frak with your head." "Yeah." "Just ask the Chief." "(dripping)" "I knew it." "I need a drink." "Tanned, rested and ready!" "Look at you." "Rested, anyway." "Nothing to do but eat and sleep in the can." ""Unauthorized discharge of a firearm." What a bogus charge." "They should have given you a medal for popping that toaster." "(PEOPLE chattering)" "Chief, I heard that you went to bat for me." "Forget it." "I just want you to know..." "Forget it." "I need all the knuckle draggers I can get." "TYROL:" "Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing and still couldn't trap a landing worth a damn." "Had to bend her undercarriage back into place after every landing." "Approaches made her nervous." "She was afraid you'd be watching." "I usually was." "Screw it." "(MEN chattering)" "You're folding with three up?" "Are you crazy?" "Not when you've got me beat." "Prince high red, right?" "Been playing with these cards for so long, I know every fold." "So, life's a bitch." "What do you want to do, cry about it?" "No, I just want it to end, okay?" "The bad food, the endless rotations, pretending that a card game is the high point of our day!" "It's not going to last forever, all right." "Earth is out there." "(SMlRKlNG) Right." "We could all be chasing our tails over some half-assed planetarium show." "You guys can all go to hell." "(coins rattling) I'm gonna go find Helo." "Good idea." "Maybe that Cylon whore taught him a few tricks." "(groaning)" "Look, Chief." "I never intended for Sharon to know that." "You know, it just kind of evolved." "Just a couple of lovesick kids, huh?" "I know how she felt about you." "Okay?" "She loved you." "Did she fill you in on the rest of the plan?" "She and I were going to muster out at the end of our service." "You know?" "That we would get married, maybe we would have children." "(sighing) I guess I'm just a big frakking idiot, though, huh?" "Probably that godsdamn toaster's plan all along." "Don't call her that." "To sucker some moron into giving her a kid." "But you know what?" "I should probably be grateful to you." "Probably be grateful." "You know why?" "Because that freak in her belly could've been mine." "(groaning)" "Hey." "You okay?" "Sorry." "Son of a bitch !" "(gasping)" "(BOTH grunting)" "That's enough, Chief." "You don't get to call it." "Enough !" "(GRUNTlNG)" "(BOTH grunting)" "Come on, you damn toaster lover!" "(panting)" "(SPANNER CLANKlNG)" "(BOTH panting)" "I don't even know why I'm mad at you." "My Sharon's dead." "That thing in the brig, that isn't Sharon." "Roger, Blue leader." "Say fuel state." "(screaming)" "(RADIO FEEDBACK)" "What the hell is that?" "It was us, sir." "But I can't find the source of the transmission." "Something's triggering our comm system to broadcast an automatic signal." "Which the Cylons could trace to get a fix on our position." "Let's assume that for now." "Update and distribute emergency jump sites, just in case they show up again." "Dee, get me a..." "(gasping)" "(MEN chattering)" "(sighing) I'm okay, sir." "No." "No, stay down." "We'll get you to Doc Cottle to make sure everything's okay." "Mr. Gaeta, find out what happened." "(DUALLA EXHALlNG) I'm okay." "Mr. Gaeta?" "A power surge energized the board." "System's been twitchy ever since the Cylons infiltrated our network." "Mr. Gaeta, this is more than a twitch." "The commander's right." "I don't care if you have to go through this program line by line." "Fix it." "Excuse me?" "You heard me." "Sir, I'm running every diagnostic we've got." "Checking each line of code could take days." "I am not interested in excuses." "Fix it." "It's not an excuse, sir." "It's a frakking fact!" "(sighing)" "Mr. Gaeta." "Yes, sir." "Pull yourself together." "I'm sorry, sir." "(MEN chattering)" "What the hell is his problem?" "Months on the run and what do we have to show for it?" "Casualties." "Deteriorating conditions." "This crew needs a rest." "It's finally hitting them, Saul." "Our old lives are gone." "The only thing we have to look forward to is this." "Chief, where's 2-8-niner?" "I need her for drills today." "She was grounded, sir." "What?" "For how long?" "Permanently." "We're salvaging what we can, but it's gone." "Damn it, I need that ship online." "What can I tell you, Captain?" "Engine mounts are shot, cockpit seals are cracked." "If it was a horse, they'd shoot it." "Got something, Chief." "APOLLO:" "Chief, come on." "Work with me here." "I need your help." "What do you want me to do?" "Work my crew to death?" "No." "Just do your best." "Nobody's expecting any miracles." "(PEOPLE chattering)" "Maybe that's the problem." "TYROL:" "Frak it, why not?" "What's going on, Chief?" "All right, here's the deal." "We are going to build a new fighter." "(SNlCKERS)" "What about the rest of the ships?" "I'm three days backlogged on repairs as is." "This is strictly an off-duty project." "Nobody takes one minute away from regular maintenance and repairs." "You got it?" "You don't think we can do this?" "I wouldn't even know how to begin." "What else is new?" "Screw you." "Okay." "He's talking about fabricating a frame, avionics, life support." "It's frakking impossible." "You know what, then?" "Forget you. I don't need you." "Chief, wait." "It's not like that." "I said forget it." "Get back to work." "That's an order." "(CLEARS THROAT)" "How much time do I have?" "Weeks." "A month at the outside." "Will I be able to work?" "Unless the cancer goes to your brain." "If that happens..." "(GUN firing)" "Someone's a tad aggressive." "Just shut up and shoot." "My gods, between you and Racetrack, it's like..." "Having a conversation is like walking through a minefield." "(CHUCKLES) And you're the last person who should be lecturing me about manners." "From what I hear, you've also been riding Chief Tyrol pretty good." "Press it." "(machine buzzing) I just reminded him that I expect Viper maintenance to take precedence over his hobby project." "STARBUCK:" "Nice." "I'm surprised he didn't take a swing at you." "Come on, Starbuck." "You don't actually think that piece of junk's gonna actually fly, do you?" "(GUNS firing) 50 cubits says he gets it in the air." "Yeah?" "And who's gonna fly it?" "It's not gonna be me." "Don't look at me!" "APOLLO:" "I wasn't looking at you." "What?" "I'll fly it." "You?" "Me." "Why?" "Because while everyone else is standing around whining..." "APOLLO:" "We're whining?" "... theChiefis  doing something positive." "(BOTH CHUCKLE) I'm deeply moved." "Really?" "Honestly, I am." "(STARBUCK laughing)" "(APOLLO laughing)" "His lips are blue!" "(whispering) You look like a blueberry." "There's no oxygen in here." "There's no oxygen in here." "No oxygen." "(STARBUCK laughing)" "(gasping)" "(STARBUCK wheezing)" "I'm out." "(BOTH gasping)" "Nice shot." "(ALARM sounding)" "The environmental computer decided that the firing range was over pressurized and started bleeding out air to compensate." "Two more minutes, we may have been dead." "Power fluctuations." "Equipment failures." "Sir, I think I've found what's causing it." "What is that?" "BALTAR:" "A Cylon logic bomb." "A heuristic computer virus." "It's capable of learning, evolving." "It's probably running in parallel with every computer in the ship right now, just waiting to be activated." "No doubt left behind when the Cylons infiltrated the network Colonel Tigh set up the day you were shot, sir." "That was weeks ago." "Why now?" "Most likely, sir, it took that long for it to crack our encrypted pass-codes." "And once that happened, it started testing its ability to control our systems." "Electrical, environmental." "How do you kill it?" "Well, that's the tricky part." "If it's a Cylon virus, it is extremely difficult to eradicate." "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky then." "Because I have an expert onboard." "Tell Helo to run this past our prisoner." "(GRUNTlNG)" "(MEN chattering)" "Come on." "Come on." "For frak's sakes." "Son of a bitch !" "Gods damn it!" "(machine humming)" "I got it." "Go back to work." "It's a two-man job, Chief." "You want this wing up or not?" "On three." "One, two, three." "TYROL:" "Great." "Great, hold it there." "Pull it that way." "Sir, we're continuing to experience power spikes and equipment failures across the ship." "Thank you." "We'd better up our alert status and put our damage control teams on standby." "Not yet." "Have you seen the ship that the Chief is building?" "His imaginary fighter?" "I don't need to see it." "I know it's a waste of time." "The deck crew doesn't seem to think so." "We need to focus on the fleet we've got left, not get bogged down in some pipe dream." "You should shut it down." "It may come to that." "This project, it's giving them something." "I'm not going to take that away until I have to." "(MEN chattering)" "Doc Cottle cleared me." "And I feel like hitting something." "Okay." "Don't square up." "Rotate, and just drop the knee." "(MAN chattering)" "That's nice." "Now, if you want to throw them, I'll be you." "Head in a lock, grab the wrist, secure the arm and I'm just gonna drop the knee, rotate 45." "Okay." "(EXHALlNG)" "Are you all right?" "Yeah." "Just like we did in basic." "Let's bring a live opponent into the mix." "(MAN chattering)" "MAN:" "Nice." "And strip the knife." "(knocking ON DOOR)" "DUALLA:" "Billy." "Hey." "Hey." "How long have you been onboard?" "I just arrived." "HELO:" "Do you have actual memories of being with the Chief before the Cylon attack?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry." "You asked." "Do you still love him?" "Helo, you're the father of my child." "You're the first in my heart and nothing is ever going to change that." "All right." "We have to get to this." "Dr. Baltar says it's some sort of CyIon logic bomb." "Do you see anything?" "Can you flip?" "Sharon?" "Sharon." "I need to talk to Commander Adama." "Right now." "Why?" "It's a Cylon virus, all right." "It's been learning your systems." "Testing, adapting, finding weak spots." "For what?" "So they can turn Galactica's systems against you." "Crash you into other ships, detonate your weapons stores, suffocate the crew." "What about you?" "The baby?" "I'm a liability to them, a mistake." "Helo, this logic bomb will run its course in a matter of hours." "Once it does, the Cylons will be on top of us." "They're going to kill us all." "Commander Adama..." "Whatever it is you have to say, make it quick." "(machines humming)" "Well, I hate to say it, but you've got the cockpit too far back." "You're gonna run into CG problems when you maneuver." "We're not going for maneuverability, Captain." "We're going for speed." "Besides, you didn't think this thing would fly anyway." "Well, it sure as hell won't with the cockpit rammed up its..." "Dee?" "Hey!" "APOLLO:" "What are you doing here?" "Communications, I think." "She's great with hydraulics, but this comm system is a mess." "Ten-hut." "I had to see this with my own eyes." "Won't be long before we have the whole ClC down here." "You working on this class project, too, Apollo?" "No." "It's good to see someone has a little sense." "Where's the Chief?" "Tool room?" "Aye, getting some rack time, sir." "(DOOR opening)" "TlGH:" "What's this, Chief?" "(DOOR closing)" "Making solvent, sir." "To clean engine parts." "Solvent, my ass." "I know a still when I smell it, what the hell are you up to?" "(liquid dripping) I need booze to trade for parts." "I'm scrounging most of what I can from the fleet." "But I need engines." "I know I need Commander Adama's permission to cannibalize one of the wrecks." "Engines or not, we both know that piece of crap out there is never going to fly." "I gotta try, Colonel." "What's the point?" "Because that ship, the work, that's all I've got left." "I don't have that, I..." "(TAP SQUEAKlNG) I almost forgot." "I promised the XO of the Baah Pakal I'd help him out." "Sir?" "He's got some obsolete DDG-62 engines that's taking up space on his flight deck." "They're probably crap but I told him that I would have a crew in there to haul them out as soon as possible." "Glad to be of help, sir." "Good." "Madam President, your shuttle's ready." "Of course." "Thank you again for letting me use your quarters." "Please." "I wanted to return this." "This was a gift." ""Never lend a book," l know." "But I've had it far too long." "It belongs in your collection." "I'm late for a quorum meeting." "is there a problem?" "Our computers have been infected by a Cylon virus corrupting systems throughout the entire ship." "I've just been notified that this is a prelude to an all-out attack by the Cylons." "I assume you've tried to disable it." "Mr. Gaeta and the Vice President are handling that right now." "I'm not hopeful." "Commander, I'm not sure what I can offer you here besides my moral support." "Actually, Madam President, I could use your advice." "You want to what?" "Completely erase our computer drives, cold restart the entire ship's system and then restore them using our prewar backups." "Leaving us with our pants down until we're back online." "The Commander will never go for this." "I've already spoken to him, sir." "What did he say?" "He's considering it." "It's the only way to destroy the virus." "I thought the Commander told you to stay out of this." "I'm sorry, do you want to survive this one or not?" "All right, so we calculate a jump and get some distance on these Cylon bastards..." "No, sir, we can't risk a jump." "All of our systems are compromised, including navigation." "The virus could drop us in the middle of a sun." "We're running out of time." "Our signal's gonna catch up with the Cylon fleet." "If we haven't come up with anything before then..." "They'll take control of all of our systems and then they'll have a hundred ways to kill us." "I've just come from seeing our Cylon prisoner." "She's offering a possible solution to the problem." "And you're wondering if you can trust her." "It took everything I have not to put my hands around her throat." "I can't believe I'm contemplating this." "We both know the Cylons are experts at manipulation." "They will do anything to confuse you." "This is not the one who shot me." "Can they really be that different from one another?" "Commander, if you're asking me if it's possible that your judgment's been clouded, by your history with this particular Cylon model, I'd have to say yes." "But we created them." "There's always a chance we might find common ground." "(MAN CHATTERING ON RADIO)" "We need to work quickly." "We're on borrowed time." "Let her go." "GUARD:" "Yes, sir." "Dee, do you still carry your father's pocketknife?" "Give it to her." "Mr. Gaeta, can you set me up with a fiber-optic comm link?" "I need broadcast to all frequencies and direct contact to the mainframe." "ADAMA:" "Do it." "GAETA:" "Sir." "Right here, Sharon." "Thanks." "GAETA:" "Dradis." "Here they come." "Multiple targets." "(ALARM sounding)" "Bearing 371 carom 552." "Cylon raiders." "Bastards tracked us, all right." "Launch Vipers." "(ALARM blaring)" "(PEOPLE shouting)" "MAN ON RADIO:" "apollo, the raiders are holding." "APOLLO:" "Galactica, Apollo." "Raiders are holding formation." "Repeat, raiders are holding formation." "What the hell?" "BOOMER:" "Okay, this is how it's going to work." "The raiders are going to send a signal to activate the virus." "It could take a few seconds." "On my mark, initiate the computer wipe." "Miss the window..." "The virus takes over every system in the ship." "Sometimes you gotta roll the hard six." "Right, Commander?" "(BOOMER groaning)" "What the hell is she doing?" "(BOOMER moaning)" "DUALLA:" "They've made contact, sir." "GAETA:" "It's moving too fast, I can't follow it." "We gotta stop this." "Stand by to execute computer wipe on my command." "System is ready, sir." "Wipe the hard drives now." "Do it." "STARBUCK:" "My gods, what are they doing?" "(ALARM blaring)" "Weapons are still offline." "No dradis." "Systems down." "We're looking at a godsdamn bloodbath." "We're defenseless." "HOTDOG:" "apollo, Hotdog." "Here they come!" "All right, copy, Hotdog." "Gods, there must be hundreds of them." "Cylons are still moving in." "She set us up!" "(electricity buzzing)" "Give me your sidearm." "GUARD:" "Yes, sir." "If they're coming for you, they're gonna be very disappointed." "Do it." "TlGH:" "What are you waiting for?" "This." "(engines shutting DOWN)" "(groaning)" "What the hell?" "We just transmitted a signal." "Galactica?" "They seem to have lost power." "They're drifting out of control!" "What the hell?" "Cylons sent a computer virus." "But we just sent one back." "Apollo, this is Galactica." "Kill the bastards." "STARBUCK:" "Yeah!" "Come on, baby." "Roger that." "Vipers, weapons free." "Engage." "This is payback." "(APOLLO WHOOPING)" "Yeah!" "How do you like that?" "You seeing this?" "APOLLO:" "Got this toaster padlocked." "Come on!" "(APOLLO LAUGHING) I got another where that one came from!" "STARBUCK:" "Guys, clean them up." "Come on, Iet's go." "Officers." "GUARD:" "Yes, sir." "Take this thing back to its cell." "(MEN chattering)" "(machines whirring)" "There you go, Chief." "Nice to be small, huh?" "Ship's got more than one engine." "Get to it." "We are so damn close." "There has got to be some extra metal lying around that we can use to skin this thing." "Floorboards, extra bulkheads, something." "Most of it's ticketed for Viper repair." "HELO:" "Who says you need metal?" "Carbon composite." "STARBUCK:" "Good call, Helo." "It's gonna be hard as hell to see on dradis but the question is, will it fly?" "Just watch me." "STARBUCK:" "Instruments: in the green." "Fuel pressure: nominal." "Apollo, Starbuck." "Blackbird flight is cleared for launch." "Run-up." "MAN ON RADIO:" "Maglock secure, initiate launch sequence." "Don't blow up on me, you bastard." "clear for launch." "DUALLA:" "Blackbird is away." "Will you take it easy?" "Start slow." "You're testing the ship." "It's not about the pilot showing off." "STARBUCK:" "Who's showing off?" "APOLLO:" "Gods damn it, what is this?" "What are you trying to prove?" "I'm not trying to prove anything." "You've got to be kidding me." "(WHOOPING)" "Oh, lords." "Okay." "Let's see what this baby can do." "(PANTING)" "(STARBUCK WHOOPING)" "APOLLO:" "Starbuck, where are you?" "Starbuck, do you hear me?" "Starbuck!" "MAN:" "I'm not..." "APOLLO:" "She's gone!" "Galactica, Apollo." "I've lost her." "I've lost her." "DUALLA:" "No dradis contact." "APOLLO:" "Starbuck, where are you?" "Starbuck, come in." "Starbuck, do you read?" "Kara, are you okay?" "Of course, you lost contact." "It's a damn stealth ship, remember?" "Oh, you... (STARBUCK AND APOLLO LAUGHING)" "(ALL clapping)" "officer:" "Commander on deck." "As you were." "ROSLlN:" "Chief Tyrol?" "This is the Blackbird?" "Yes, ma'am." "Madam President, this is an honor." "No, the honor's mine." "It's remarkable." "Just a ship, ma'am." "ROSLlN:" "You're much too modest." "After what we've been through, it would be very easy to give up, to lose hope." "But not here." "Not today." "This is more than a ship, Chief." "This is an act of faith." "It is proof that despite all we've lost, we keep trying." "And we will get through this, all of us, together." "I promise." "Commander." "(CLEARS THROAT)" "Madam President, this was supposed to be a surprise," "but, well." "Thank you." "If you'll do us the honors, Madam President." "Of course." "Okay." "(gasping)" "(PEOPLE laughing)" "Kidding." "(CORK POPS)" "(ROSLlN LAUGHS)" "(ALL clapping)" "Hell of an idea, using carbon composites." "MAN:" "It was a good job." "Nice work." "That was lovely." "They wanted to do that for you." "Thank you." "None of this would have been possible if you hadn't trusted the Cylon." "I took your advice, met on common ground." "What was that?" "We both wanted to live."