"Resume...jump prep." "Resume jump prep." "[ P.A. Rings ]" "[ Woman On P.A.] Attention, all hands." "Jump prep under way." "Set condition two throughout the ship." "Set condition two throughout the ship." "[ Machine Whirring ] Lieutenant, what did you do to my Viper?" "I wondered why the engine gave out." "We're gonna have to pull the whole mounting." "Get the high lift." "I don't know how you managed to fly this thing, much less land it." "It's not something I wanna think about now." "Where's Prosna?" "He's gotta get that fraking gimbal locked or I'll have his ass." "He's dead, sir." "He died in the fire." "How many did we lose?" "Eighty-five." "Right." "Oh, Lieutenant" "I don't know if you heard about Apollo, but" "Heard what?" "Right." "Any word on Sharon?" "No, sir." "You okay, Chief?" "Chief?" "Get back to work." "Three, two, one, launch." "[ Beeps ]" "Drone deployed and transmitting." "Now they'll come find us?" "There's a lot of interference around here." "A lot of noise." "Keeps my wireless from working." "But hopefully, once that communications pod I launched gets far enough away from here, a Colonial ship will pick up the signal and start lookin' for us." "Is everyone on Caprica dead?" "I don't know." "My dad is in the Colonial fleet." "They told me he's missing, but I think he's dead too." "What's your name?" "Boxey." "You know something?" "Both my parents died when I was little too." "[ Boxey ] Who do you live with?" "[ Sharon ] A bunch of other people on a ship called the Galactica." "[ Number Six ] You know what I love about you, Gaius?" "You're a survivor." "[ Tigh ] The board is green." "The ship reports ready tojump, sir." "Then take us to Ragnar, Colonel." "Lieutenant Gaeta." "Yes, sir?" "Execute the jump." "All decks prepare for immediate F.T.L.jump." "The clock is running." "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, I hate this part." "one." "Jumping." "Report." "Taking a bearing now." "We appear to be in geosynchronous orbit directly above the Ragnar anchorage." "[ Applause, Cheering ]" "Colonel Tigh." "Sir?" "Let's update your chart for a course... right down into the eye of the storm." "Yes, sir." "[ Man On P.A.] Attention, magazine safety officers." "Report to C.I.C." "[ Groans ]" "[ Groaning ]" "Captain Apollo?" "That was fun." "[ Laughing ]" "I think it worked." "What exactly did you do?" "I basically just used the-- the hyperdrive to manipulate the energy coils." "I put out-- put out a big pulse of electro-- magnetic energy that must've disabled the warheads." "Oh" "I'm" " I'm hoping that it looked like a nuclear explosion." "Oh, so that's what that was." "So, uh-- Did it fool the Cylons?" "I don't know." "But if-if they weren't fooled, then they'd be on top of us by now." "Does the rest of the fleet know about this trick?" "I doubt it." "It was just a theory we toyed with in war college." "But" "It never used to work during war games." "The Cylons would see right through it and destroy the targets anyway." "The lesson here is not to ask follow-up questions but simply to say," ""Thank you, Captain Apollo, for saving our collective asses."" "You're welcome." "Now, if I could suggest-- Evacuate the passenger liner... and get the hell out of here before the Cylons realize their mistake." "I'm right with you, Captain." "Five seconds to turn three." "Five seconds." "Aye, sir." " And turn." " Bow pitch positive one half." "Stern pitch negative one quarter." "Bow yaw negative three-quarters." "Crossing into the ionosphere." "[ Over P.A. ] All hands, be ready for some chop." "Lords of Kobol, hear my prayer." "Take the souls of your sons and daughters lost this day," "especially that of Lee Adama, into your hands." " And hard seal." " [ Metal Bang ]" " Hard seal secured, sir." " Copy that, sir." "We show hard seal as well." "Go find me some bullets, Chief." "Copy that, sir." "All right, get your gear." "Let's move out." "[ Straining ]" "All right, people, let's be quick about this." "Cally, find the genny, get some lights on in here." "Yes, Chief." "Let's find out where the lift is, get it fired up." "[ Shuddering ]" "Come on." "Excuse me." "My husband, he's in the Colonial fleet in Geminon." "The Colonial fleet in Geminon." "Okay, I'll see what I can do." "If you'll head right this way." "Have you heard anything of Geminon?" "Come on." "Captain, I've got two communication pods left, sir, but that's it." "No jiggers, no drones, no markers, nothing." "Well, at least you've still got your electronic suite." "That old crate of mine can barely navigate from "A" to "B."" "That old crate may have saved your life, sir." "How's that?" "The Viper Mark VIIs-- the Cylons shut them down like they threw a switch or something." "And I've been hearing reports like that from all over." "The only fighters that are having any success at all are either old or in need of some major overhaul." "Is that him?" "Yeah." "Hope he's worth it!" "Sorry, sir." "Don't be." "I hope he's worth it too." "Dr. Baltar, Captain Lee Adama." "The president's asked to see you, sir." "President Adar is alive?" "No, I'm afraid Adar is dead." "President Laura Roslin was sworn in a couple of hours ago." "Oh." "Who?" "If you'll come with me, uh, she's this way." "[ Man ] If there's anything we can do." "[ Woman ] We'll be here." "[ Laura ] I really appreciate it." "Thank you so very much." "Oh, Dr. Baltar, it's a pleasure to meet you." "We met at last year's Caprica City Symposium." "Oh, yeah, of course." "Uh, you'll have to forgive me." "I'm-I'm bad with faces." "Oh, no, that's perfectly all right." "I'm sure I wouldn't remember me either." "Doctor, I need you to serve as my chief scientific consultant and analyst... regarding the Cylons and their technology." "I'd be honored, Madam President." "Lieutenant Valerii" " Is it Valerii?" "Yes." "I understand that your ship has a limited faster-than-light capability?" "Uh,yes, sir." "The Raptor was designed to make shortjumps ahead of the fleet, scout for enemy ships, then jump back and report." "I want you to go out there and find as many survivors as you can and bring them back to this position." "We will then form a convoy." "We will guide them out of the combat zone and into safety." "Yes, sir." "Everybody hold fast." "I don't want any trouble." "Okay, let's talk." "But I'm not goin'tojail." "What?" "You understand me?" "I am not goin' to jail." "Nobody's takin' you to jail." "Just calm down." "Frakin' right, you're not." "We're not the police." "We're not here to arrest you." "Now put your gun down." "Yeah, maybe." "So who the hell are you?" "We're from Colonial Fleet." "We just came to get some equipment from the station to get back in the fight." " What fight?" " You don't know?" "Know what?" "There's a war on." "Give me your weapon." "You think I'm stupid or somethin', is that it?" "You think I'm stupid?" "You expect me to believe that?" "I want passage outta here!" "I want a safe transport ship with an untraceable jump system, okay?" "Now!" "Look, I don't have time to argue with you, so here's the deal." "We've got over 2,000 people on that ship." "Now, if you think you can shoot every single one of us, fine." "But if not, get the hell outta my way!" "Okay-- Now.!" "Okay." "Get his weapon." "If he moves, shoot him." "[ Number Six ] I see they've put you to work." "Ignoring me won't help." "No, I've decided you're an expression of my, uh, subconscious mind playing itself out during my waking states." "So I'm only in your head?" "Exactly." "Hm." "Have you considered the possibility that I can... very well exist only in your head... without being a hallucination?" "Maybe you see and hear me because while you were sleeping," "I implanted a chip in your brain that transmits my image... right into your conscious mind." "No, see, that's me again." "My subconscious self is expressing irrational fears, which I also choose to ignore." "What are you working on?" "If you were really a chip in my head, I wouldn't have to tell you, now, would I?" "Indulge me." "I'm trying to figure out how you managed to pull this kind of an attack." "You virtually shut down the entire defense network without firing a shot." "Entire squadrons lost power just as they engaged the enemy." "The C.N.P. is a navigation program but you, uh" "You made changes to the program." "You said you were building in... back doors for your company to exploit later." "All true, in a sense." "That was your job." "Officially." "Unofficially, I had other motives." "We had something, Gaius." "Something... special." "This is insane." "And what I want most of all is for you to love me." "Love you?" "Of course, Gaius." "Don't you understand?" "God is love." "No!" "Hey, hey, hey, hey." "Take it easy, guys." "Just slow down." "We don't know much more than that." "It's just imperative that we get our equipment and get out of here." "What's in there?" "Stuff." "Get a light." "Where's your spaceship?" "Docked on the other side of the station." "Be careful!" "Don't stack 'em so high." "Okay, those warheads over there-- Here's the deal." "They would've brought a nice price on the open market." "So you're an arms dealer, huh?" "People have a right to protect themselves." "I just supply the means." "You don't look too good." "Be careful with that, all right?" "Hey, be careful with that.!" "Look out.!" "[ Clamoring ]" "It's hot!" "Commander?" "Commander Adama?" "Stay back, stay back!" "It's hot." "It's hot." "It's hot." "It's unstable." "You guys, go back to the ship." "We need hand lifts, fire equipment and a plasma torch." "Go!" "Wait!" "Wait, Chief." "Listen." "[ Laughing ] [ Coughing, Groaning ]" "[ Tyrol ] Commander Adama?" "Yeah." "Anybody hurt out there?" "No, sir." "We've got some equipment comin', sir." "We're gonna get you out of there right away." "No!" "No, get all the bullets and equipment into the ship." "Don't waste anybody on anything else." "Is there another way out of here?" "Yeah." "Listen, uh" " Listen, we're gonna go out another way." " Sir, I don't think that's a wise idea." " You got your orders." "Tell Colonel Tigh he's in command until I return." "Yes, sir." "Let's go." "[ Keikeya ] Most of the passengers are from Geminon or Picon, but we've got people from every colony." "Give Billy a copy of your passenger manifest and a list of all your emergency supplies." "All right." "What about the power situation?" "Our batteries are running pretty low." "Captain Apollo will be making an engineering survey of all the ships this afternoon." "Uh, actually the Captain said it'll be more like... this evening before he can coordinate the survey." "All right, this evening then." "But you will get your needs tended to, Captain." "You have my word on it." "Thank you, Madam President." "You're welcome." "Hi." "What's your name?" "Cami." "Hi, Cami." "I'm Laura." "Are you alone?" "[ Clears Throat ] She was traveling with her grandparents... but grandmother's having some health problems since the announcement." "Not to worry, though." "We're taking care of her." "My parents are going to meet me at the spaceport in Caprica City." "The spaceport." "I see." "We're going out for dinner, and I'm having chicken pie, and then we're going home, and then Daddy's going to read to me, and then I'm going to bed." "Uh, message from Lieutenant Valerii." "She's found a fuel refinery ship filled with Tylium." "Oh, good." "About time we caught a break." "That brings us up to about 60 ships so far?" "Not bad for a few hours work." "No, sir." "But only about forty of those ships have faster-than-light capabilities." "We should start transferring people off the sub-lights onto the F. T.L. 's as soon as possible." "All right." "Colonial One, Raptor 31 2." "I'm back, and I brought a friend." "[ Man Over Radio ] Welcome back, Boomer." "We got a lot of thirsty ships here eager to make your friend's acquaintance." "Did you pick up any other contacts out there?" "Negative." "There's no one left." " Got a visitor!" " We see him." "Can you jam his signal?" "Trying." "It definitely scanned us before itjumped." "We have to go." "Now." "Cylons'll be here any minute." "Will they track us through a jump?" "No, sir." "It's impossible." "Theoretically impossible." "Theoretically." "There are still thousands of people on the sub-light ships." "We can't just leave them." "I agree." "We should use every second to get as many people off the sub-lights as we can." "We can wait to jump until we pick up a Cylon strike force moving" "We're easy targets." "They're gonna jump in the middle of our ships... with nukes and wipe us out before we have the chance to react." "We can't leave them behind." "You'll be sacrificing thousands of people." "But we'll be saving tens of thousands." "Sorry to make it a numbers game, but we're talking about the survival of our race." "We don't have the luxury of taking risks and hoping for the best... because if we lose, we lose everything." "And Madam President, this is a decision that needs to be made right now." "Order the fleet to jump to Ragnar immediately." "Madam President, something else you should be aware of." "I have cancer." "I know." "Little things." "Couple of comments you made." "My prognosis is doubtful." "I wish I could say it was the least of my worries." "But the world is coming to and end... and all I can think about is that I have cancer and I'm probably going to die." "How selfish is that?" "It's not selfish." "It's human." "Is there something you wanted to say to me?" "Well, I-I just thought you should know." "That little girl you met earlier, Cami" "Her ship can't make the jump." "Thank you." "[ P.A. Beeps ]" "This is your pilot speaking." "Passengers, please take your seats and stand by tojump." "Thank you." "Set E.S.B. trajectory." " [ Man Over Radio ] Colonial One, for God's sake,you can'tjust leave us here." " Set." "Cycle cryo-fans." "Colonial One, this is Picon 36." "I can't believe you want us to leave these people behind." "Cycled." "At least tell us where you're going." "We'll follow at sub-light." "Please!" "No." "If they're captured, then the Cylons know too." "I've got 50 people on board." "Colonial One, do you copy this?" " Spinning up F.T.L. drive now." " Don't leave us here." "Show a little humanity." "We don't have any weapons." "All ships prepare to jump on our mark." "Five," "Colonial One, please respond." "four," "May the Lords of Kobol protect those souls we leave behind." "three," "I've got Dradis contacts." "Inbound targets heading this way." "two," "[ Woman Over Radio ] I see them too." "Are they Colonials?" "one," "[ Man ] Oh, my God, they're Cylons!" "mark." "[ Woman Over Radio ] I hope you people rot in hell for this.!" "[ Groans ] You all right?" "I'm fine." "It's just somethin' about this place." "What about this place?" "Yeah, ever since I got here, somethin' in the air affects my allergies." "You always keep me in front of you." "Military training, right?" "Never turn your back on a stranger?" "That kind of thing?" "Suspicion and distrust." "That's" " That's military life, right?" "So you're a gun-dealer-philosopher, I take it, right?" "[ Laughs ] I'm an observer of human nature." "When you get right down to it, humanity is not a pretty race." "I mean, we're only one step away from... beating each other with clubs like savages fighting over scraps of meat." "Maybe the Cylons are God's retribution for our many sins." "What if God decided he made a mistake, and he decided to give souls to another creature, like the Cylons?" "God didn't create the Cylons." "Man did." "And I'm pretty sure we didn't include a soul in the programming." "Let's go." "How about you go first for a while?" "Copy that." "Chief says we're lookin'at three hours minimum... before we have all the warheads in our magazines." "The book says there's also 50 tons of quandal" "[ Man Over P.A.] Action stations.!" "Action stations.!" "We have multiple contacts through the storm towards the anchorage." "Looks like more than 50 ships." "Cut us loose from the station." "Launch the alert fighters." "[ Over P.A. ] Set condition one throughout the ship." "Prepare to launch-- Wait.!" "Wait." "I'm getting Colonial signals now." "Confirm that." "Don't just accept friendly I.D." "Confirmed, sir." "Incoming ships are friendly." "[ Over P.A. ] Action stations stand down." "The lead ship is requesting permission to come alongside, sir." "They say" "They say they have the president of the colonies aboard." "Grant their request." "We are in the middle of repairing and rearming this ship." "We can't afford to lose a single man off the line to start caring for refugees." "We have 50,000 people out there." "Some of them are hurt." "Our priority has to be caring for refugees" "[ Tigh ] My priority is preparing this ship for combat." "In case you haven't heard, there's a war on." "Colonel, the war is over, and we lost." "We'll see about that." "Oh, yes, we will." "In the meantime, however, as president of the colonies," "I'm giving you a direct order..." "You don't give orders on this ship!" "to provide men and equipment.!" "Hold on, Colonel." "At least give us a couple of disaster pods, huh?" "Us?" "Sir, we have 50,000 people out there." "Fifty thousand." "Some of them are sick, some are wounded." "Two disaster pods, Colonel." "You can do that." "Because you're the old man's son and because he's gonna be... so damned happy you're alive." "Okay." "Two pods." "But no personnel." "You get them yourselves and you distribute them yourselves." "And you are all off this ship before we jump back." "You report to the flight deck." "You're senior pilot now, Captain." "Yes, sir." "Knowing this place is gonna be a museum, they might have given us a map." "Oh, I think it's this way." "Yeah?" "Yep." "As soon as the other magazine's loaded, I want a status report on Commander Adama's whereabouts." "Okay." "[ Laughs ]" "I don't" "Dualla." "Hi." "Um, we're kind of lost... again." "We need to get to the C.I.C. Could you" "It's this way." "It's this way." "There's someone I want you to meet." "A new crew member." "And he's gonna need some quarters." "I think I can manage that." "Hey." "[ Exhales ]" "I thought you were dead." "Well, I thought you were in hack." "[ Chuckles ]" "It's" " It's good to be wrong." "Well, you-you should be used to it by now." "Everyone has a skill." "So, how" " How go the repairs?" "On track." "Another hour and she'll be ready to launch." "So I guess you're the new CAG now." "Yeah, that's what they tell me." "That's good." "That's the last thing I want." "Not a big enough dipstick for the job." "[ Man Over P.A.] Attention, D.C. T. 1 4, report to port hanger bay." "Attention, D.C. T. 1 4, report to port hanger bay." "I'll be in the squadron... ready room." "Hey." "Does your father know you're still breathing?" "[ Scoffs ]" "I'll let him know." "[ Clears Throat ]" "[ Groaning ]" "[ Straining ]" "What is it about this place?" "What's it doin' to me?" "Must be your allergies." "I don't have allergies." "I didn't think so." "What you got is silica pathways to the brain, or whatever it is you call that thing you pretend to think with." "It's decomposing as we speak." "It's the storm, isn't it?" "It puts out something." "Something you discovered has an effect on Cylon technology." "That's it, isn't it?" "And this is a refuge." "That's why you put a fleet out here." "Last ditch effort to hide from the Cylon attack, right?" "Well, it's not enough, Adama." "I mean, I've been here for... hours." "Once they find you, it won't take them that long to destroy you." "They'll be in and out before they even get a headache." "Maybe." "But you-- but you won't find out because you'll be dead in a few minutes." "How does that make you feel, if you can feel?" "I can feel more than you could ever conceive, Adama." "But I won't die." "When this body dies, my consciousness will be transferred to another one." "And when that happens-- [ Groans ]" "I think I'll tell the others exactly where you are... and then I think that they'll come here... and they'll kill all of you... and I'll be here watching it happen." "You know what I think?" "I think if you could've transferred outta here, you would've done it long before now." "I think the storm's radiation really clogged up your connection." "You're not goin' anywhere." "You're stuck in that body." "It doesn't matter." "Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things you've done." "[ Gagging ]" "[ Groaning ]" "So let me get this straight." "You're saying that the Cylons... found a way to use your navigation program to disable our ships?" "Essentially, uh, yes." "I think they're using the C.N.P. to infect your ships with some kind of computer virus... which makes them susceptible to Cylon commands." "Uh, well you can see we-we do have... your C.N.P. navigation program here on Galactica." "But our computers aren't networked... so it's never been loaded into primary memory or even test run." "Good." "Well, that's good." "You shouldn't have any problems then." "Still, I should, uh, purge all remaining references to it that appear on your memory tapes." "Right." "I should probably retrofit the newer Vipers as well." "Uh, here's the checklist for the C.I.C. computer." "Ah." "Thank you." "Must be hard for you." "Mm." "What do you mean?" "Just having something you created... twisted and used like this must be... horrible." "The guilt?" "I remember you telling me once... that guilt was something small people feel... when they run out of excuses for their behavior." "It is... hard." "Uh" "I feel... responsible, in a way, uh, for what happened." "But you don't." "That's part of the reason I fell in love with you." "You have a clarity of spirit." "You're not burdened by... conscience or guilt or regret." "I bet." "Uh" "Just try to remember it's not really your fault." "I mean-- [ Chuckles ]" "You didn't mean for any of this to happen." "It's not like you knew what they were gonna do." "It's not like you knew you were lying." "Not like you were breaking the law." "Not like you cheat on women." "Not like the world's coming apart and all you can think about... is Gaius Baltar." "No." "No, I know... exactly what you're saying." "I know." "Right." "Well" "Just let me know if you need anything." "You know, I really do hope you make it out ofhere alive." "I think we can have a real future together." "Yeah, that'll be special." "You don't have to be sarcastic." "Especially when I'm trying to help you." "How are you trying to help me?" "How-How are you trying to do that?" "See anything there that looks familiar?" "No." "Should I?" "Now you mention it, I" "I have seen something like it... somewhere before." "Yes." "[ Gaius ] In your briefcase." "[ No Audible Dialogue ]" "You used to carry it around with you." "You said it was your electronic organizer." "That would be a lie." "Then it's" "It's a Cylon device." "That would follow." "Did you-- No." "Not my job." "Then that means-- Say it." "There's another Cylon aboard this ship." "Everything okay there, Doc?" "Uh, yeah, fine." "I've just finished erasing the program from the defense mainframe." "I'm just going to check it again." "[ Man On P.A.] Attention." "Recovering spacecraft aft." "Repeat, recovering spacecraft aft." "You're not helping." "I'm sorry." "How can I help?" "Well, for a start, you can tell me what that is." "Honestly, I don't know." "Well, it hasn't exploded." "Yet." "I'm just guessing." "I have to warn them." "[ Laughs ]" "I do." "How do you propose to do that?" ""Oh, look, a Cylon device."" ""Really?" "Well, how do you know what a Cylon device looks like, Doctor?"" ""Oh, I forgot to mention I'm familiar with their technology... because I've been having sex with a Cylon for the last two years now."" "I'll come up with something." "I love surprises." "Speaking of sex." "I" "I don't think that's such a good idea right now, really." "Really." "Why not?" "No one will know." "It'll be our little secret." "[ Panting, Moans ]" "Doctor." "[ Gasps ] Yes?" "You asked for a report on how many civilian ships had your C.N.P. program." "Right." "Thank you." "Are you all right?" "You look a little flushed." "I'm fine." "Thank you very much." "Okay." "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking someone else might need to be implicated as a Cylon agent." "[ Number Six ] He doesn't seem the type." "And I don't remember seeing him at any of the Cylon parties." "Funny." "He's a civilian." "He's an outsider." "And he's been aboard this ship for weeks... with virtually unlimited access to this very room." "There is one problem though." "Morally?" "Practically." "So far, aboard this ship, no one even suspects... the Cylons look like us now." "This just gets worse and worse." "Now the Cylons look like us." "Down to our blood." "You realize what this means." "They could be anywhere." "Could be anyone." "I've had time to think about it." "So what do we do?" "I don't know." "How we doing on the warheads?" "Magazine two is secure." "Three and four within the hour." "Something else-- Lee is alive." "Commander?" "[ Sniffs ]" "I'm sorry." "I, uh, gotta go." "Ship's doctor says at first glance... everything in Leoben's body appears human." "Internal organs, lymphatic system, the works." "Well, the, uh, tissue sample yielded unique chemical compounds... during the cremation that revealed the nature of the samples to be synthetic." " So, he was a Cylon?" " Yes, he was." "And now we have a problem." "A big one." "[ Adama ] If the Cylons look like us, then any one of us could be a Cylon." "That's" " That's a very frightening possibility." "We need a way to screen human from Cylon." "And that's where you come in." "Me?" "Um" "Rumor has it you're a genius." "Well, uh," "I'll certainly give it my all," "Commander." "Keep this to yourself for now." "We don't want to start panic or people to begin accusing their neighbors... of being Cylons because they don't brush their teeth in the morning." "I'll be very discreet." "You understand the mission." "Put my head outside the storm, look around, listen for wireless traffic, come home." "No heroics." "This is strictly recon." "Look, listen, return." "You don't have to worry about me." "My taste for heroics vanished about the time I engaged that first Cylon fighter." "Lee," "Zak failed basic flight." " What?" " Or at least he should have." "But he didn't... because I passed him." "His technique was sloppy, and he had no feel for flying." "But I passed him... because he and I" "Because I felt something, and I let it get in the way of doing my job." "And I couldn't fail him." "Why are you telling me this?" "Why-Why now?" "It's the end of the world, Lee." "I thought I should confess my sins." "Set!" "Halt!" "No sudden moves." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Wait a minute, guys." "Down on your knees and cross your ankles now!" "All right." "J-J-Just wait a minute." "W-What?" "What do you want?" "Hands behind your head." "If he's really a Cylon, why hasn't the storm radiation made him sick by now?" "Well, I can only theorize that it takes a while for the storm's effects... to become readily apparent on Cylon physiology." "By the time he'd encountered Leoben, he'd been here for several hours." "I don't suppose it matters to you that I am not a Cylon!" "Smartest thing you could do right now would be to shut your mouth." "Are you sure?" "One can never be a hundred per cent sure." "B-But the evidence, uh-- The evidence seems conclusive." "Basically" " Basically all I did was I expanded on-- on your doctor's analysis of Leoben's corpse." "I then went around the C.I.C. discreetly... taking random hair samples of people who'd been working there." "I subjected that to a special form of spectral analysis... that I've been experimenting on for quite some time now." "I then wrote a clinical computer subroutine... to screen that for synthetic chemical combinations." "Uh" " His ones" " His samples were the only samples... to register as synthetic, as you can see." "I'll take your word for it." "Right." "And just like that..." "Dr. Baltar invents the "Amazing Cylon Detector."" "Gentlemen, I understand your concerns." "This is a difficult situation." "But I think you need to take a step back, take a deep breath... and really look at what you're doing here!" "I want everyone aboard this ship screened." "No exceptions." "No problem." "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "Look, I-I-I don't know about anybody else, but I can tell you that I-I-I'm human." "I'm from Moasis." "It's a couple stops out of Caprica City." "I-I grew up on the south side." "I went to the Kobol Colleges o-on Geminon!" "I-I studied public relations!" "Oh, by the way, I-I don't know if this is important-- might be important, might not be important-- but earlier when I was on the C.I.C., I noticed that Mr. Doral... seemed to be doing, um" "Well, I'm not exactly sure what it was that he was doing, but he seemed very interested in this odd looking device... on the bottom of the, uh, Dradis console." " What are you" " What?" " Yep." "We should really make a copy of your brain pattern at some point." "What device?" "What are you talking about?" "He's lying." "He is frakin'lying.!" "Combat, this is Tigh." " Isolate the Dradis console immediately." " Don't listen to him!" "Nobody comes near it until I get up there." "Lords of Kobol." "This isn't happening to me." "[ Man ] Colonel, your orders, sir?" "If he moves, kill him." "You mixed the samples up!" "I'm human!" "[ Chattering ]" "It's not hot, sir." "Very well." "Remove it." "Uh, I don't see anything in the maintenance records, sir." "But I'm pretty sure I first noticed it about a week ago." "You didn't say anything, didn't investigate a new piece of equipment... that just appeared in C.I.C.?" "No, sir." "I just assumed that it was part of the museum." "Sorry, sir." "There's no excuse." "You're not alone, Lieutenant." "Any one of us should have seen the perfectly obvious staring us in the face." "Especially the ship's X.O." "What should I do with it, sir?" "Take it to Dr. Baltar." "I've given him clearance." "He's become our resident Cylon expert." "Have him take it to the lab, figure out whether it's a bug... or whatever the hell it is." "In the meantime, I want every inch of this ship... searched for any other equipment that just appeared in the last week." "[ Man On Radio ] Starbuck, Galactica." "You should be approaching turn eight." "[ Kara ] Copy that." "Starting to lose wireless contact." "Making the final turn now." "Galactica, Starbuck." "I've reached the threshold." "[ Static, Beeping ]" "Galactica, do you read me?" "[ Static, Beeping ]" "Galactica, do you read me?" "[ Static, Beeping ]" "That can't be right." "As you were." "[ Keikeya ] And medical supplies are running low again," "Madam President." "Uh, three ships have reported engine trouble and want to know... when they'll be receiving engineering assistance from Galactica." "It's a good question." "Hello." "Commander, have a seat." "I'll be with you in a minute." "Keep going, Billy." "Uh, the captain of the Astral Queen... wants you to know that he's got nearly 500 convicted criminals... under heavy guard in his cargo hold." "They were being transported to a penal station... when the attack happened." "Oh, great." "He wants to know what to do with them." "What to do with them?" "Well, with food and medical supplies... being what they are, I think he's considering just" "No, no." "No, we're not gonna start that." "They're still human beings." "Tell the captain I expect daily reports on the well-being of his prisoners." "And if there's any mysterious deaths, the Astral Queen may find herself on her own... without the Galactica's protection." "Yes, Madam President." "Thank you, Billy." "[ Door Opening ]" "[ Door Closing ]" "You planning to stage a military coup?" "What?" "Do you plan to declare martial law, take over the government?" "Of course not." "Then you do acknowledge... my position as president as constituted under the Articles of Colonization." "Ms. Roslin, my primary objective at the present time... is to repair the Galactica... and continue to fight." "What we know at this moment is there are 50,000 civilian refugees out there... who don't stand a chance without your ship to protect them." "We're aware of the tactical situation." "And I'm sure that you'll all be safe here on Ragnar after we leave." "After you leave?" "[ Clears Throat ] Where're you going?" "To find the enemy." "We're at war." "That's my mission." "I honestly don't know why..." "I have to keep telling you this." "But the war is over." "It hasn't begun yet." "[ Sighs ] That's insane." "You would rather that we run?" "Yes, absolutely." "That is the only sane thing to do here." "Exactly that-- run." "We leave this solar system, and we don't look back." "And we go where?" "I don't know." "Another star system." "Another planet." "Somewhere where the Cylons won't find us." "You can run if you'd like." "This ship will stand and it will fight." "I'm gonna be straight with you here." "The human race is about to be wiped out." "We have 50,000 people left, and that's it." "Now, if we are even going to survive as a species... then we need to get the hell out of here, and we need to start having babies." "Excuse me." "[ Door Opening ]" "[ Kara On Radio ] I didn't get an accurate count." "It looks like two base stars with 1 0 fighter squadrons... and two recon drone detachments patrolling the area." "Starbuck, were you followed?" "Negative." "No sign of pursuit." "By the way they were deployed," "I'd say they're waiting for us to come to them." "Bring her home." "Thank you, Starbuck." "Continue present course." "Return to visual contact and stand by for instructions." "[ Adama ] Captain-- Copy that, Galactica." "Starbuck out." "[ Adama ] Lieutenant Gaeta, stay, please." "How the hell did they find us?" "Doesn't really matter." "They've got us." "Why aren't they coming in after us, sir?" "Why should they?" "They can just sit out there and wait us out." "What difference does it make to them?" "They're machines." "We're the ones that need food, medicine, fuel." "I'm not gonna play their game." "I'm not gonna go out there and try to fight 'em." "Can we plot a jump from inside the storm?" "With all this E.M. interference mucking' up the F.T.L. fix?" "I agree, sir." "I don't think we should attempt a jump... until we've cleared the storm threshold." "Have to be quick about it though." "They'll launch everything they have first glimpse they get." "[ Tigh ] Stick our nose outjust far enough to get a good F. T.L. fix, then jump?" "Hi." "Hi." "I-I'm getting ready to head back to the transport." "Oh." " What about the civilians?" " They're probably safe for the time being." "You mean leave them here?" "The Cylons may not even know they're here in the first place." "They're probably only after us." "That's one hell of an assumption." "[ Tigh ] Well, we can't very well cram 50,000 men... women and children aboard this ship." "I know this is awkward and all, but what happened in the passageway was" "Yeah." "I don't know why I did that." "Sorry." "I'm not suggesting that." "I'm just saying we can't leave them behind." " They should jump with us." " I don't see how we can manage that..." " without jeopardizing our ship." " We pick a jump spot... far enough outside the combat zone" "What the hell is outside the combat zone at this point?" "They better start having babies." "Is that an order?" "Maybe, before too long." "Okay, we're gonna take the civilians with us." "We're gonna leave this solar system, and we're not gonna come back." "We're running?" "This war is over." "We lost." "My father's right." "It's time for us to get out of here." "So where are we going, Commander?" "The Prolmar Sector." "That's way past the Red Line." "Can you plot thatjump?" "I've never plotted a jump that far, sir." "No one has." "Can you plot that jump?" "Yes, sir." "Do it... by yourself." "This is a bad tactical position." "We'll pull the Galactica out five clicks." "The civilians will come out behind us, cross the threshold... and make the jump while we hold off the Cylons." "Once the civilians have made thejump, every fighter is to make an immediate combat landing." " We don't have much time." " I'll tell them." "I want all my pilots to return." "Do you understand?" "Yes, sir, I do." "So, can I ask what changed your mind?" "You can ask." "So, what do we do about our prisoner?" "What?" "You ca" " You can't-- You can't do this!" "You can't just-- You can't just leave me here to die!" "You've got food, water, all the luxuries of home." "No, I-I'm begging you." "Don't do this!" "I'm not a Cylon!" "Maybe, but we can't take that chance." "I'm not a Cylon!" "What kind of people are you?" "Don't leave me.!" "[ Man On P.A.] Action stations." "[ Alarm Blaring ]" "Set condition one throughout the ship." "Repeat." "Action stations." "Action stations." "Set condition one throughout the ship." "Repeat." "Action stations." "Action stations." "The fleet is ready to jump, sir." "Set condition one throughout the ship." "Lieutenant Gaeta." "Yes, sir?" "Disperse to all fleet-- final coordinates." "Yes, sir." "Stand by to execute battle plan." "Sir." "Weapons grid to full power." "Stand by enemy suppression barrage." "Incoming, 72 Cylon fighters, closing at 1 -2-0, mark 4-8." "Enemy suppression fire." "All batteries execute." "All batteries commence firing." "[ Man On P.A.] All decks, switch emergency power relays." "Perimeter established." " Launch Vipers." " Vipers clear to launch." "Broken formation." "Razzle-dazzle." "Don't let 'em use their targeting computers." "And for frak's sake, stay out of Galactica's firing solution!" "[ Gaeta ] Vipers in position." "Signal Vipers, engage fighters only." "Leave base stars to us." "Execute." "Galactica to all civilian ships." "Commencejumping in sequence." "Incoming ordnance!" "[ Kara On Radio ] Apollo, do you read me?" "Whoo!" "Come on, boys!" "Looks like you broke your ship, Apollo." "I've had worse." "But thanks!" "[ Shouting ]" "Function check on the damage control panel." "[ Shouting ]" "They're targeting the landing bays." "We've gotta get those fighters back on board... and retract the pods, or we won't be able to jump." "Fleet status." " Last civilian ship is away." " Recall all fighters." "Stand by to secure landing bays." "Galactica to all Vipers." "Break off." "Come on home." "Repeat." "Come on home." "Viper 1 026, aboard." "1 1 1 0, aboard." "F.T.L., go!" "Sub-light, go!" "The board is green." "Ship reports ready for jump as soon as landing bay's secure." "[ Shouting ]" "Two Vipers still out there, sir-- Starbuck and Apollo." "We can't stand toe to toe with those base ships." "Retract the pods." "[ Chattering ]" "I can't leave 'em here." "Patch me through to Starbuck." "[ Dualla ] Sir." "What do you hear?" "[ Adama On Radio ] Starbuck, Galactica." "What do you hear?" "What?" "Morning, Starbuck." "What do you hear?" "Nothin' but the rain." "Grab your gun and bring the cat in." "Aye aye, sir!" "Comin' home." "I'm losing power." "I'm not gonna make it, Starbuck." "It's over.Just leave!" "Damn it!" "That's an order!" "Lee, shut up and hold still!" "Yaaah!" "Oh, no." "[ Screaming ]" "You are beyond insane!" "Kickin' in the burn!" "Come on." "We're coming in a little hot, don't you think?" "No." "Not really." "Come on." " They're comin' in." " Hang on!" " They're aboard." " Stand by for jump." "Landing decks secure!" "Jump!" ".'.'[ Woman Singing In Foreign Language ]" ".'.'[ Continues ]" "With heavy hearts, we lift up their bodies to you, O Lords of Kobol, in the knowledge that you will take from them their burdens... and give them life eternal." "We also pray that you look down upon us now... with mercy and with love... just as you did upon our forefathers many years ago." "Just as you led us from Kobol and found the Twelve Worlds, so now we hope and pray... that you will lead us to a new home... where we may begin life anew." "So say we all." "[ Scattered Response ] So say we all." " So say we all." " So say we all." "So say we all!" "So say we all." "So say we all!" "So say we all!" "Are they the lucky ones?" "That's what you're thinking, isn't it?" "We're a long way from home." "We've jumped way beyond the Red Line... into uncharted space." "Limited supplies." "Limited fuel." "No allies." "And now no hope!" "Maybe it would've been better for us to have died quickly... back on the colonies with our families... instead of dying out here slowly... in the emptiness of dark space." "Where shall we go?" "What shall we do?" ""Life here began out there."" "Those are the first words of the sacred scrolls." "And they were told to us by the Lords of Kobol... many countless centuries ago." "And they made it perfectly clear that we are not alone in this universe." "Elosha, there's a 1 3th colony of humankind, is there not?" "Yes." "The scrolls tell us a 1 3th tribe left Kobol in the Early Days." "They traveled far and made their home upon a planet called Earth, which circled a distant and unknown star." "It's not unknown." "I know where it is!" "Earth" "the most guarded secret we have." "The location was only known by the senior commanders of the fleet... and we dared not share it with the public." "Not while there was a Cylon threat upon us." "For now we have a refuge to go to, a refuge that the Cylons know nothing about.!" "It won't be an easy journey." "It will be long and arduous." "But I promise you one thing." "On the memory of those lying here before you, we shall find it." "And Earth will become our new home." " So say we all!" " So say we all!" "So say we all!" "So say we all.!" " So say we all!" " So say we all!" " So say we all." " [ Elosha ] So say we all." " Dismissed." " [ Cheering ]" "As you were." "Just trying to avoid another trip to the brig, sir." "Lieutenant Thrace" "Kara" "What you did out there today with Lee Adama, it was, uh, a hell of a piece of flying." "The commander has always said that you were the best pilot he has ever seen." "Well, today you proved it." "Now, about yesterday... during the game" "Well, maybe I was out of line too." "And I just" "I wanted to say, um," "I'm sorry." "Well, don't you have anything to say?" "Permission to speak off the record, sir." "Granted." "You're a bastard." "You just don't know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?" "I am offering you a clean slate here." "I'm not interested in a clean slate with you." "You're dangerous." "You know why?" "This'll be good." "[ Chuckles ] Because you're weak." "Because you're a drunk." "Are you done?" "Yes, sir." "You're returned to flight status." "Let's see how long that lasts." "[ Knocking ]" "[ Door Opening ] Come in." "Firstly, I suppose that I should thank you for deciding to bring us" "Listen, you were right, I was wrong." "Let's just leave it at that." "All right." "There's no Earth." "You made it all up." "President Adar and I once talked about the legends surrounding Earth." "He knew nothing about a secret location regarding Earth." "And if the president knew nothing about it, what are the chances that you do?" "You're right." "There's no Earth." "It's all a legend." "Then why?" "Because it's not enough to just live." "You have to have something to live for." "Let it be Earth." "They'll never forgive you." "Maybe." "But in the meantime," "I've given all of us a fighting chance to survive." "And isn't that what you said was the most important thing-- survival of the human race?" " Who else knows?" " Not a soul." "All right." "I'll keep your secret." "But I want something in return." "I'm listening." "If this civilization is going to function, it's going to need a government, a civilian government run by the president of the colonies." "So you'll be in charge of the fleet... but military decisions stay with me." "Yes." "Then I'll think about it, Madam President." "[ Man ] I guess I'm gonna start reprogramming." "Your escape is a temporary one at best." "We will find you." "Yeah, you can try." "It's a big universe." "You haven't addressed the real problem, of course." "Yes, yes." "There may be Cylon agents... living among us, waiting to strike at any moment." "Some may not even know they're Cylons at all." "They could be sleeper agents programmed to perfectly impersonate human beings... until activation." "If there are Cylons aboard this ship, we'll find them." "We?" "You're not on their side, Gaius." "I am not on anybody's side." "And tomorrow I'll begin a formal combat patrol around the fleet." "Good." "Have a good night." "I just-- Why don't we... save this for another time, son?" ".'.'[ Woman Singing In Foreign Language ]" "[ Chattering ]" "Dualla" "Ta-da!" "Nice to be small." "There you go, Chief." "Nice to be small." ".'.'[ Continues ]" "Good night, Commander." "Good night, Captain." "[ Shallow Breaths ]" "We have to get out of this storm." "The radiation affects our silica relays." "Where did they go?" "I don't know." "They were prepared for a big jump." "We can't let them go." "Hmm." "Unfortunately I agree." "If we do, they'll return one day and seek revenge." "It's in their nature." "[ Doral ] We have no choice." "It may take several decades to track them down." "Don't worry." "We'll find them." "[ Number Six ] By your command."