Previously on Battlestar Galactica...
Looks like mommy's gonna get some sleep tonight after all.
Cally!
Stay the frak away from me!
I heard you. You're Cylons.
I know that you've been spending a lot of time interrogating the Six.
I'm not torturing her, if that's what you're worried about.
Cottle tells me she's pregnant.
Are you just gonna lie down and quit?
I was wrong about everything.
And all those people who listened and trusted me,
they're dead.
We will find a new home.
This is a promise...
I intend to keep.
Get the Cylon base ship on the horn.
See if our new allies want to come along for the ride.
Frak...
"There is a languor of the life,"
"more imminent than pain."
"'Tis pain's successor,"
"when the soul has suffered all it can."
I don't see anything.
Wait, I see something.
- Where? - Right there.
- Wait... no? - I thought I saw it.
Saw what?
Everyone shut the frak up for a second.
Got it. There.
Yeah, there it is.
I see it.
I see it!
Oh my God, there it is. It's so beautiful!
I still don't see anything.
Try looking with your eyes...
Eye.
Here, Colonel.
See, this is the head,
shoulder, and there's a little hand.
I'll be damned.
It's our baby, Saul.
Our baby.
I need a drink.
Here. Next best thing.
That's a lot of smoking around a pregnant lady.
She'll live.
Look at that, Saul. Do you know what that is, really?
That's the future of the entire Cylon race.
It doesn't even have a name yet and already loading up on the expectations.
All he has to do is be born.
No Cylon-Cylon pairing has ever produced a child, ever.
Believe me, it's been tried.
That means it's...
That means it's possible for our race to survive, even without resurrection.
The Cylon nation will survive.
Ishay, get me the fetal monitor.
I wanna work up a complete bio-physical profile on this...
saviour.
Oh, sorry, Felix.
He's backed up today, but he shouldn't be much longer.
No problem. At least the Cylons are having fun, right?
I mean, Earth's incinerated, Dee's dead.
Suicides are up, fleet's a mess.
President's missing in action, but gotta make sure the Cylons are taken care of.
Rub this into the skin, it will help with the drying and the chapping, right?
No, no, frak that.
I've gone through two jars of that stuff already, it doesn't do anything.
The end cap needs to be refitted.
I already told him it's too high on one side, but he won't listen.
I'm sorry, Felix. I'm really sorry.
Look, I promise I will get you in there as soon as I can.
- It's just been crazy-- - I need help!
- It's busy today, Chief.
- He's peeing blood. - It's gonna be a while.
We'll get him to bed 3. I'll go and get the doctor.
- Sorry. - No problem.
Ishay, where's the damn fetal monitor?
- Can't keep those toasters waiting. - Right.
Admiral! Admiral!
- Yes. - Admiral...
Is Colonel Tigh still serving as Executive Officer,
and aren't you concerned about having a Cylon as second in command?
I'm not going to discuss military protocol, or chain of command.
- Admiral! - Yes.
Is it true you're comtemplating forming a permanent alliance
with the rebel Cylons currently in this fleet?
I'm not gonna talk about hypotheticals.
Mister Vice President, would you support such a move?
No comment.
Serious. Unbelievable.
Where is President Roslin?
Thank you, Playa. The president is resting comfortably aboard Galactica.
Last question.
Yes, Seku.
Do you have any information on the identity of the fifth Cylon?
We believe the fifth Cylon to be dead.
But you're not sure.
No, but we believe she died some time ago...
- "She"? - How do you know it was a woman?
That was the last question. Thank you all very much for coming.
- My gods, I can't believe I said that. - What was that about?
- Forget about it.
A permanent alliance between this government
and Cylons, any Cylons, is out of the question. I hope you both know that.
- Yeah, well, it's not your call. - Is it yours?
Are you the president again?
Sorry, I get confused what your job is on any given day.
Laura Roslin is still the president. She'll make the final call.
And where is Laura Roslin?
Oh, that's right. "Resting comfortably aboard Galactica."
Funny as she kinda dropped out of sight ever since her prophecies about Earth...
turned out to be a bunch of crap.
We're done here.
Just try to shove an alliance with the Cylons down our throats -
there will be consequences, Admiral.
I promise you.
Thank you, Mister Zarek.
Makes it a little bit easier
to know who to hold responsible if there's an unfortunate incident.
I'm not hard to find, Admiral.
I'm right here,
running the government.
For now.
Battlestar Galactica Season 4 Episode 12 "A Disquiet Follows My Soul"
Synchronisation: Javawarrior2003, chiarachi,
PILŲ, LucasCorso, Twilighter, Eleucalypthus
Translated on Addic7ed. com
By Alex28, honeybunny, Daedalus, Isourou-san and BrThing
Minor editing by rogard. And a couple more by Isocrate[SubScene]
The feeling on the base ship is that we'd rather take our chances with you,
than risk running into Cavil's forces alone.
- "We"? - Yeah.
We, the Cylons.
That description fit anyone around here you know?
Have this discussion another time.
What about the FTL question?
It's possible.
It's labour intensive, a lot of grunt work,
but we should be able to upgrade
all the jump drives in the entire fleet with Cylon technology.
Not gonna be easy to sell the Quorum on this one.
Frak the Quorum.
These are civilian ships. What are you going to do?
Upgrade their engines at gunpoint?
We need the Quorum to get civilian cooperation.
All right.
What will it take to get the Quorum to sign off?
Well, the first issue's gonna be whether we
can make these upgrades with Galactica personnel only.
It's one thing to accept Cylon technology.
It's quite another to...
have actual Cylons aboard their ships.
I barely understand this stuff, I'm...
We... are gonna need teams of
Sharons and Sixes,
possibly Leobens just to do the installations.
- Don't go nuts. - We gotta sell 'em on it.
Point out the benefits.
Athena tells me the upgrade should triple the fleet's jump capacity.
Absolutely. And that's conservative.
Their technology-
our technology, is way ahead of ours.
Yours.
Maybe you'd like a chart to keep it all straight.
- What do you think? - Well...
Tripling jump capacity triples our chances
of finding a habitable planet before we run out of food and fuel.
- That I might be able to sell. - What's the catch?
Coz there is a catch, right... former Chief?
We wanna be part of the fleet.
Not just along for the ride.
Full members, citizens, seat at the Quorum, the whole thing.
- What? - Are you insane? - Not negotiable.
You want Cylon technology,
we want safety in case Cavil's forces arrive. Now for citizens...
your oath...
states that you protect us just like everybody else.
And the- the other Cylons,
do you really think that will guarantee your safety?
Yes, they do.
I've convinced them that the Admiral takes this sort of things very seriously.
That he would rather lose the fleet than break the oath.
Unlike certain other people.
I understand your argument.
It makes sense from their perspective.
You're not seriously thinking about this?
Sir.
You're not seriously thinking about this, Sir?
All options are on the table, Mr. Gaeta.
This is a political decision.
I'll have to run it by the President.
Thank you all.
Admiral, can I have a word?
Acute renal failure.
I think we caught it in time to manage with dialysis.
However, there's a chance that this could lead to
chronic renal failure.
And if that happens,
he's gonna lose a kidney.
What's the next step, what do I do? Do I...
give some blood, build up a supply?
We have enough of his type in the blood bank.
He's half Cylon.
You got a lot of half-Cylon blood just lying around, do you?
No, no, you're right, I haven't thought about that.
We should... tap a vein and start a supply right away.
This is ridiculous, you have to tell him.
Ishay!
- Tell me what? - This little boy could die!
- His father should know. - Ishay, zip it!
What the hell is she talking about?
We'll talk about this later.
I guess you better come with me.
Hey, buddy. How's it going?
Daddy's just gonna be there.
All right.
This is gonna be a shock.
But I want you to know that I was bound
by doctor-patient confidentiality in this.
Even though she's dead now, it still applied.
Cally.
You're talking about Cally.
What the frak does she--?
I'm not his father, am I?
I'm sorry.
She found out she was pregnant just before you got married.
She wasn't sure that you were the father.
She wanted me to terminate the pregnancy,
the procedure is illegal, but...
there are ways around it. However, she decided to keep it.
Then later on she asked me to do a paternity test,
because she wanted to know.
And it wasn't me.
Who?
He doesn't know either.
And I'll be damned if he's gonna find out that he's a father,
from a pissed off former deck chief with a Cylon chip on his shoulder.
No, I'll have to tell him.
I'll tell him and then the two of you can work it out on your own.
Take care of him.
Great.
You know, the President stopped returning my calls.
She's going through a rough patch. We all are.
But she'll get through it.
It just takes time.
Okay.
But we need to know how she stands
in this citizenship matter sooner rather than later.
I'll talk to you about it later.
Give me the President.
If we can sway the public opinion towards us,
or at least not against us,
do you think that Zarek and the Quorum can be handled?
He's probably right.
Oh, I'm so stiff.
- You sure you're up for this? - Yeah. It's just...
I'm just stretching. A little aerobics.
Truth is I haven't felt this good in months.
Ow, it hurts. That's good.
When do you have to go in for another Doloxan treatment?
Tomorrow.
Good.
Lee thinks, and I agree with him,
you should address the fleet,
make a public declaration.
That an alliance with the Cylons
is critical for our long term survival.
Sure. Not just yet though. I need a little time.
That's what I told him.
We need you, Laura.
I know that you're tired, but we need you.
I hear you.
I'll do it. Trust me. I need a little time.
Go...
Go.
- Just don't over-do it, all right? - I won't.
Captain Thrace?
Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood, Felix.
Asking permission to give a frak about your mood.
Okay, let's have it.
You tried to throw me out of an airlock once.
Still crying about that?
The charges at that time were
"collaborating with an enemy in a time of war."
I'm waiting for the punch line.
Turns out that the jury that convicted me
was made of two Cylons and a woman married to a Cylon.
Rim shot!
Big laugh, applause, applause, applause.
Are we done?
Oh, no wait, I'm sorry, I've forgotten.
We haven't got to the leg yet.
15 billion people are dead,
and I'm supposed to give a frak about your leg?
Yeah, who killed those 15 billion people, Kara?
- It wasn't me. - No, it was your husband.
Are you enjoying yourself?
Is this how you get your kicks these days?
Oh, wait, I'm sorry. I meant half-kicks.
What was Sam doing on Caprica? Before he so conveniently met you?
You ever wonder?
You think, maybe he...
...nuked a few cities. Executed a few thousand prisoners?
I'm just wondering.
But then again maybe you're Cylon too.
At least I'm not a gimp.
One day, one day soon, there's gonna be a reckoning, Kara.
And once again people are gonna have to answer for what they've done.
Is that a threat?
You're godsdamn right, that's a threat.
Well, you know where to find me, Felix.
And in case you're wondering,
I will definitely hit a cripple.
Or anyone else.
So I guess a pity frak is out of the question then?
Somebody close that hatch.
Let's talk.
Attention! Order, please!
The chair exercises his right to bring a motion forward.
In prison,
you start to confuse your hopes and dreams...
with reality.
You start to...
believe that because you want something to happen,
parole, the pardon..
appeal, -----, you start to believe...
that it will happen.
You live...
on wishes.
The way things should be, instead of the way they are.
And all because you can't face reality.
The leaders of this fleet are succumbing to wishful thinking
because they can't face reality.
And the reality is that the Roslin-Adama administration
has led us nowhere.
Earth was a mirage.
A fantasy they dangled in front of us for four long years
in order to maintain power. A fantasy they dreamed up
as a way to hold on and control the goverment
over the democratic wishes of the population.
So now...
What is our feckless and dispirited leadership doing
to solidify their position after failing us so miserably?
Turning to the Cylons.
To Cylons.
For help.
Aren't the Cylons the reason we're out here in the first place?
Aren't they the enemy?
Or are they suddenly our friends
if that helps keep Roslin-Adama in power?
Point awarded. The chair needs to spring a motion, not make a speech.
Thank you, Mr. Adama.
The chair moves that any decision
allowing Cylons to board any ship
in this fleet be made by the captain and the people
living on that ship and not the Roslin-Adama administration.
What we need right now is unity. This is a fleet wide issue.
We need to stand together. It affects all of us.
- Sagittarion calls the question. - Tauron seconds.
Question has been called and seconded. All those in favor?
All opposed?
Vote is 11 to 1. Motion carries.
No Cylon will board a ship in this fleet
without permission of its people.
Thank you. Thank you.
What?
Motherfrak. Son of a...
It's a big ship.
- You were on a whole round? - Half.
It's more than I've run in a long time.
You're flushed. You look good.
Thank you.
You're not supposed to look good.
You're supposed to be in sickbay with a tube in your arm.
I've changed my mind.
Like hell.
You never intended to go.
Caught.
Send me in the brig. I can run there.
Cottle says you're experiencing a moment of euphoria
as your body recovers from the toxicity of the treatments.
So much for doctor-patient confidentiality.
The president's health is a security issue.
My resignation will be on your desk within the hour.
I'm not gonna hand the presidency over to Tom Zarek.
Then this status quo will have to do.
Stop it.
Listen, we need you.
Zarek's got the Quorum in an uproar.
The president is going crazy,
the government is spinning out of control.
Now... we need you.
Take your hands off me, Bill.
I played my role in this farce.
"A dying leader will guide the people to the..."
bla bla bla. Frakking...
bla bla.
I've been here, I've done that, now what?
Is there another role that I have to play
for the rest of my life?
Do you remember what we said on New Caprica?
How we talked about trying to live for today?
Well, you better think about that, because...
maybe tomorrow really isn't coming.
Maybe today is all we have left.
And maybe...
Just maybe...
I've earned...
the right to live a little before I die.
Haven't I?
What do you think?
Haven't I?
Yes, you've earned it.
I have.
Well, guess what.
So have you.
Now get out of my way.
What manner of forgiveness are you seeking?
Is it that of disobedient children?
- Are you, are you children? - No.
Well, obviously, you're a child.
We have some children here, but to the rest of you...
in your mind's eye,
are you all just children who
transgressed against your Fathers divine will?
No, we've done nothing wrong.
Are you being punished for your multitude of sins?
- Are you? - No.
Is this really our lot?
To have been led
by a Father
to the promised land...
We shouldn't have to suffer.
Keep talking.
...to paradise,
Only to have
paradise cruelly smashed to bits before our very eyes?
Why? Why must we suffer?
Are these the actions of a father towards his children?
- No.
- What kind of father is that? - It's not right.
What have you done?
What have you done to deserve this punishment?
What sins have you commited?
What dark thoughts have you harbored
to condemn you,
condemn you
to wander through the universe without hope?
Without light.
So you have to ask yourself:
What kind of a father abandons his own children to despair and loneliness?
No one!
Perhaps we are not the ones in need of forgiveness.
Perhaps we're not. Perhaps we have been wronged.
Perhaps it is God who should come down here and beg for our forgiveness!
Am I right? Am I right?
Then yell to God!
What has he done for me recently? Where has he been?
There is a disease on board this ship, ****
Am I right? Well, don't tell me... tell it to God.
Cottle told me. I didn't know.
We need to- we should talk.
Get off me!
- It's a godsdamn uprising. - With all due respect, Colonel,
I don't think we're there yet, but we do have a problem.
A problem? Ten of our ships refuse a direct order from the flagship,
another twelve won't even respond to our hails.
They're not doing anything ilegal.
The Quorum gave every ship the right
to refuse any Cylon or Cylon technology aboard.
Jump drive upgrade is a military decision.
Outside of the authority of the Quorum.
And you alone get to make that determination?
Sir?
Yesm Mr. Gaeta.
I get to make that determination.
- You have a problem with that? - Admiral?
We're receiving an emergency signal from our marine commander on board the Hitei Kan.
The crew of the tylium ship has mutinied.
They killed a Cylon and two Marines.
Scramble the MarDet Alert Team and launch the assault Raptor.
This is the XO. Scramble the MarDet Alert Team.
Mutiny aboard Hitei Kan.
Admiral, a tylium ship is pulling out of formation and spinning its FTL drive.
I wanna talk to whoever is in charge of that ship, right now.
Hitei Kan, Hitei Kan, this is Galactica, please respond.
This is a priority signal from Galactica Actual to the-
the current commander of your ship.
Sir, their charge is pulled up.
- Where's my assault team? - Raptors launching now.
Galactica, Athena.
We've cleared the bay and we are en route to Hitei Kan.
Hitei Kan, Hitei Kan, this is Galactica, please respond.
- Mr. Hoshi! - I'm trying Admiral, but they're not-
Wait.
They're communicating with Colonial One, Sir.
The President?
Can't be, she's aboard Galactica. Let's hear it.
The DRADIS- the DRADIS shows a Raptor and Vipers
heading straight for us. They'll be here any minute.
They have no right to board your ship without your permission.
Son of a bitch.
What should we do, Mr. Vice President?
Every citizen has the right to protect themselves from oppression.
Take whatever measures you think necesary.
She jumped!
The Hitei Kan has jumped away, Sir.
Taking all our fuel with them.
You know, there are days that I really hate this job!
Put me on scramble.
Athena.
- Galactica Actual. - I read you, Actual.
You're ordered to board the Colonial One. Locate and arrest the Vice President.
Then bring him back to Galactica.
Roger that, Actual.
Arrest and return to Galactica. What are my orders if he resists?
In that case,
the use of deadly force is authorized.
I don't know anything about being a father.
It sucks.
Except for the parts that don't.
All right.
First lesson of parenting.
Sit.
If your kid's in hospital,
you never leave him alone, no matter what.
Someone's always here.
You get first shift, dad.
Wait.
How long do I sit here?
Until I get back.
That'll be after I sobered up.
Sworn statements.
Transcripts of wireless conversation, shipping records.
All kinds of documents, really. Compiled over the last year.
With one theme:
The buying and the selling of the Vice President's office.
So this is a conversation about extortion.
No. About law and order, but you can call it what you want.
You see, I believe that you would walk happily to the gallows.
Or languish in a cell for the rest of your life,
if you can do it as a martyr to your cause.
But the idea of being publicly humiliated
as a corrupt politician with your hand to tell,
that would scare you.
Somehow I don't think that the legend and the myth
Tom Zarek, the political prisioner and a man of conscience,
can survive the airing of that much dirty laundry.
You really think the fleet is going to sit still,
for a long and politically motivated trial,
while you're making an alliance with the Cylons?
I think without the tylium ship we're not going anywhere.
We're gonna sit here for a long time.
At least you won't be bored.
You think I know where the tylium ship is?
- Yes, I do. - Why?
Because I know that you do.
Read the file.
Some juicy stuff.
Make a great story for the press.
Murder and extortion.
You know what the difference is between you and I, Admiral?
You wear that uniform
and I don't.
You can cool your heels here until I check these out.
I wouldn't eat the food.
Here's our tylium ship.
Well, that was fast. How did you do it?
I appealed to his intellect.
- Should I send in a medic? - No, he's fine.
Well, you're not. Maybe you should see a medic. You look like hell.
I feel like it too, I need some rest.
Oh, you earned it.
Let me know when they find the tylium ship.
- I'll be with the President. - You got it.
Oh.
Give this to Hoshi. Tell him to file it.
Laundry reports?
Hitei Kan, this is Athena.
Stand by to be boarded.
Any resistance will be met with force.
This is your only warning.
Understood.
Every revolution begins with one small act of courage.
But I hope you know how serious this is.
I hope you understand that this will have consequences.
Deadly consequences.
For a lot of people.
I thought about the consequences.
And I'm ready for them. We all are.
How many is "we"?
Enough.
But once it starts, we'll get more support.
People know something has to be done of it.
The world is frakked, it's upside down.
And somebody's gotta turn it right side up.
Are you that man?
I'm one of them. But I need...
a partner.
You've got one.
Let's get... Take it from here, Saul.
See you in the morning.
They've found the tylium ship.
Do you care?
Neither do I.
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