Previously on Battlestar Galactica...
We haven't been properly introduced.
I'm Leoben.
I'm looking forward to spending a little more time with you, Starbuck. We have a lot to talk about!
It's gonna be fun.
Congratulations, Commander.
The Pegasus is your command.
I am picking up a large planetary body.
It's habitable...
We may have just found a world that can support human life.
I know in my gut that settling on this planet's gonna mean disaster for humanity.
And I will not say otherwise just to win an election.
I take the office of President of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol and...
I'm going to sign my first executive order,
requiring to immediately establish settlements on the planet we have come to know...
as New Caprica.
If you want to move down there, go ahead. Be my guest.
Go down and cat around with all the men.
Saul... I want you.
At last, a safe haven we can call home.
Oh, my gods...
It's a Cylon fleet. They found us.
We have to get out of here, sir.
We can't just leave all those people behind.
There's nothing we can do.
We're in no shape for a fight, sir.
- They'll be wiped out. - We don't have a choice!
We need to get out of here right now!
Begin Jump prep. We're leaving.
But we'll be back...
Cylons just Jumped into orbit.
And the fleet's Jumped away. They've left us...
On behalf of the people of the Twelve Colonies...
I surrender.
I'm looking for Kara Thrace.
$$$ Saleh Al-Nahari - Jeddah $$$ a.adama@hotmail.com
Saison 3 - Episode 01 & 02
Do you know...
that every time they take you out of this cell,
we come in here and we change those little hash marks on your little calendar there you're trying to hide.
Potatoes, gravy...
even some carrots.
Heavenly Father, we thank you for the bounty of this table.
Yes.
Come on! Don't stop!
Come on!
You son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!
Yet!
Ahh, baby! Ahh!
Oh, boy...
All right, we're armed.
They're inbound. Let's move!
I need a knife.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I must say I quite enjoyed that.
I'm so glad...
And, uh...
when do I get what I want?
I believe that's happening right now.
We reviewed your case today.
And I must say there was great disappointment on the review committee.
Come on.
We gotta get you processed. It'll take an hour or so. Bureaucracy must be served.
But if you're lucky, you'll get home by dinner time.
Colonel...
Come on.
I'm not gonna hold this door open forever.
Attention New Capricans. Affective immediately, potable water...
Saul!
Gods... Gods...
What did they do to you? - It's all right, I'm out. That's all that matters.
Let's get out of here.
Okay.
Okay. Ready?
Now!
Oh, for death's sakes.
Come on, come on! Is that thing gonna work or what?
Worked that time.
Go... go, go!
Frakin' insurgents.
You look...
so lovely tonight.
I'll see you soon... Kara.
Take your time.
134th day of the Cylon occupation of New Caprica.
Today is Mars day.
Somehow it seems appropriate to honor the god of war... on a day when it feels like perpetual war is the only realistic prospect for us.
We've had no contact with Galactica since it left four months ago.
But I refuse to believe that Adama has abandoned us.
Our insurgency has been striking back against the Cylons whenever and wherever possible.
Although at times these attacks seem like futile gestures, I believe that they are critical to moral,
to maintaining some measure of hope.
But in order for the insurgency to have a more meaningful impact we need to strike a high profile target.
It is simply not enough to kill Cylons, because they don't die.
They resurrect themselves, and they continue to walk among us.
It is horrifying.
The Cylon Occupation Authority
continues to exert complete control over the city and we remain at their mercy.
The Colonial Government under President Gaius Baltar functions in name only.
Let's review why we're here, shall we?
We're supposed to bring the word of "God" to the people, right?
To save humanity from damnation by bringing the love of "God" to these poor, benighted people.
We're here because a majority of the Cylon felt that the slaughter of mankind had been a mistake.
We're here to find a new way to live in peace. As God wants us to live.
And it's been a fun ride so far. But I want to clarify our objectives.
If we're bringing the word of God, then it follows that we should employ any means necessary to do so, any means.
Yes, fear is a key article of faith, as I understand it.
So perhaps it's time to instill a little more fear into the people's hearts and minds.
Let's, uh...
let's execute Baltar.
What? What?!
That's not gonna happen.
Just because he's your favorite toy, shouldn't be allowed to interfere with the larger issues here.
- I think that I have cooperated... - Gaius is with me!
Anyone who wants to challenge that will have to deal with me.
Well, it doesn't matter.
If we'd killed him at the beginning, it might have worked.
But now, most humans think of him as a traitor, and would actually cheer his death.
Fine, fine... We don't kill Baltar.
We round up the leaders of the insurgency, and we execute them, publicly.
We round up at random groups off the street, and we execute them, publicly.
Send a message that the gloves are coming off.
The insurgency stops now, or else we start reducing the human population to a more manageable size.
I don't know, say, uh... less than a 1,000.
We need to stop being butchers!
The entire point of coming here was to start a new way of life.
To push past the conflict that's separated us from humans for so long.
And what has it gotten us? It's not like they welcomed us with... with...
Frak it. Never mind...
You're all living in a fantasy world.
Consider the irony in that! Delusional machines.
What's the universe gonna come up with next?
Is it really worth it, Caprica?
Is the love of that man really worth possibly losing all of this?
If you ever experienced love, you wouldn't have to ask.
In recent months, the Cylons have been recruiting and training humans in an attempt to establish a human police force.
It is hard to think of anything more despicable than humans doing the dirty work of the Cylons,
led to believe they were merely taking the civilian security out of the hands of the Cylons.
And members of the human police have since become an extension of the Cylons' Corporeal Authority.
And while their names are kept deeply confidential, there is no question...
some of them are people we might least expect.
Hundreds of us have been rounded up by the Cylons, held in detention, questioned, tortured.
Others... have simply vanished.
In recent weeks, we've been gaining access to some very important documents from a source within Baltar's administration.
No one knows who this mysterious benefactor is.
But he communicates with the insurgents by means of a secret signal.
We pray every day for the men and women who risk their lives to fight the Cylons. They have everything to lose.
And such little hope of something to gain.
Hey, Jake.
Here we go.
Looks like Mommy's gonna get some sleep tonight after all.
Sometimes I hate everything about this place.
Sometimes it's...
it's magic.
I gotta go.
I'll be back in a couple hours.
One of these days, you're just not gonna come back, are you?
You'll just vanish, and... that'll be it.
I'll never see you again.
Nick will never know his father.
Couple hours. I promise.
- Good to see you, Colonel. - It's good to be seen.
I know you're wondering, so I'll save you the trouble.
The eye is gone.
Ripped it right out onto the floor. Picked it up and showed it to me.
Looked like a hard-boiled egg.
Big boom today.
- Hope that was you two. - Oh, yeah. Heavy raider too.
Good men. What's our next target?
Well... I got these today.
They're security plans for the graduation ceremony at the New Caprica Police Academy.
These are right out of the ministry files. Where are you getting this stuff? Who's your source?
I have no idea... Source won't tell me what their name is. It's probably safer for all of us.
We've been getting stuff like this for weeks.
Humans working for the Cylons. Makes you wanna puke.
Yeah, well, all the top occupation brass is gonna be at the graduation. Even... President Baltar.
- Gaius Baltar? - Yes, sir.
I think we can get a shot at him too. The problem is, it's gonna be tough avoiding human casualties.
Don't avoid them. Send a message:
You work with the Cylons, you're a target.
No boundaries for the Cylons. There's no boundaries for us!
Anything we can do to nail that son of a bitch, Gaius Baltar, is worth doing.
- Where are we on the wireless? - Uh... nowhere.
Every day, we try and contact the Raptor, and every day the Cylons jam the transmission.
I've asked to the inside source to tell us which of the Cylon jamming frequencies are the weakest, but so far, I got nothing.
You guys are dreaming. There's no Raptor there, okay?
There hasn't been one for the past four months, either.
Galactica's not coming back.
They're not. Accept it.
Watch your frakkin' mouth!
There's a Raptor out there every day, listening for a wireless call.
It's out there because that was the plan if anything happened.
And it's out there because the old man isn't just gonna leave us to the Cylons.
The old man left me to the Cylons, Colonel.
And if it wasn't for my wife being a royal pain in the ass, and refusing to let it go, I would be dead a year now.
Any word on Kara?
Nothing... In four months.
Hi, honey. I'm home.
You kill me... I download.
I come back. We start over...
Five times now.
I'm trying to help you, Kara.
I only want you to see the truth of your life.
The reason why you suffered and you struggled for so long.
That's why God sent me to you. That's why God wants us to be together.
- All right? - You're right...
- You're right. - Good.
- And I hear you. I do. - Good.
- So thank you. - You're welcome.
Thank you for putting up with me.
I'm so sorry.
Put it down, Kara.
Just put it down.
- I'm a patient man. - You're not a man.
And I'm willing to wait. You just need more time.
I don't need more frakkin' time. It's never gonna happen.
Of course it's gonna happen. You're gonna hold me in your arms.
You're gonna embrace me. You're gonna tell me that you love me.
I've seen it.
You're insane...
To know the face of God is to know madness.
I'm going to bed.
Be nice if you joined me.
Either way, you'll be spending the night with me.
I do love you, Kara Thrace.
Good night.
Let me out!
Let me out of here!
I don't belong here! Let me out!
LET ME OUT!!!
- Boomtrack adjust yourself a rolling 20 degrees. - Snowbird 3, get information.
Okay, Snowbirds, let's nail this exercise.
How many times do we are gonna run this thing?
What, you're not having fun yet?
Come on, focus, Snowbirds!
Snowbirds, Galactica: Regroup into deployment formation and proceed to position one.
Snowbird One to Snowbirds: drop point in eight seconds.
Okay, Snowbirds, let's get this deployment bang on. The admiral's watching every move.
Roger, Kat.
We go on your command.
Bomb bay doors open.
All Vipers... break now, now, now!
Deploy drones on my mark.
Three... two... one...
Mark!
Frak me!
Gods damn it, Snowbird four! What the hell happened? Can the chatter, Snowbirds!
This is the CAG: Abort maneuver.
I say again: decoy squadron, abort maneuver.
Roger that, leader. Snowbirds, fall back. Abort drill. Await further instructions.
Hey, get off my wings.
Galactica, Kat: it is a mess out there. We got decoy drones heading every which way. Request instructions.
Roger that, Kat. Abort acknowledged.
You're approaching bingo fuel anyway. Bring your birds back home.
Belay that.
Strike my last. Stand by.
Launch a tanker bird. Let them practice their in-flight refueling before they recover the drones.
Have them run the exercise one more time.
Yes, sir.
16 times now, sir.
The next one will be 17, won't it?
Yes, sir.
Launch the tanker.
All units, Galactica:
Recover drones and prepare to run training mission again. We're launching the tanker bird.
Tanker?
Once you've tanked up, head back to position Alpha and prepare for training run 17. Galactica out.
What the frak are they doing over there?
This is the commander. Get the admiral on the line.
Admiral, considering how long our pilots have been in the air, I suggest we recall the birds and scrub the training exercise.
If we can't do this in a training scenario, how the hell are we supposed to pull this off with Cylon raiders on our asses?!
Tell me! - What the frak do you want from me?
I don't know how we're supposed to do any of this crap at half-strength!
Collision! We've had a collision.
- Give me your status, Kat. - Bingo, Molar, speak to me!
I'm losing flight control! I got red lights all across the board!
Kat, I'm in a lateral spin and losing hydraulics. My wing's clipped.
Galactica, Kat: I'm declaring an emergency. Requesting priority landing for two bent birds.
- Pull them in! - Yes, sir.
Roger that, Kat. Bring your birds back home.
This whole thing is frakking insane. We got two ships at half-strength.
We got crews that haven't seen action in a year and a half.
And you're acting like the only problem is they're not working hard enough.
Have you taken a look at yourself in the mirror lately?
You're weak, soft!
Mentally and physically.
This isn't about me.
You've had four months to get your act together.
And so far, all you've been able to frakkin' do is to complain and whine about how hard it is.
Well, guess what.
It's gonna get a lot harder. Do you understand me?
Now I want you to turn around and get your fat ass out of here.
Get your men ready! Or I'll find someone who can.
DISMISSED!
I don't like this one, Colonel.
I think we're the ones crossing the line here.
It's the only way it's gonna work. Kid's got access and clearance.
You gotta be square on this. You can't back out once you start.
I'm not backing out.
It's wrong, Colonel. You know that, don't you?
He's a soldier, Chief. Not the first time we've sent a soldier on a one-way mission. You know that, don't you?
- This is different... - This is our best chance to take out Gaius Baltar.
Maybe the only one... We're sure as frak gonna take it.
Every since they killed Nora...
I got nothing to live for.
All right...
You look me in the eye, and you tell me that you are committed to this.
I'm committed.
All right...
May the gods be with you.
Some things you just don't do, Colonel. Not even in war.
Well, maybe you'll feel different when you're sitting in detention.
Duck volunteered. He's going.
It's a hard thing to say, but... it seems like I don't know who my son is anymore.
Same goes for the crew of the ship.
I feel pretty much alone.
Except maybe for you.
I wish I could go back a year and tell that Admiral Adama about this conversation.
A year's a long time.
Can I ask you something... very personal?
Do you feel guilty about leaving the people behind on New Caprica?
I don't do guilt.
You know... A year ago...
when you put me in the cell... I was at a crossroads.
I sat in here for weeks, just consumed with rage at all the things that had happened to me.
And at some point, I realized it was all just guilt.
I was angry at myself for the choices I had made.
Betraying my people...
and losing the baby.
So... I had a choice.
I could either move forward or stay in the past.
But the only way to move forward...
was to forgive myself.
You know, I don't think we can survive.
I don't think... the fleet or Galactica or the people on New Caprica can survive...
unless the man at the top finds a way... to forgive himself.
Two of our pilots almost got killed because they've been in the cockpit for 11 hours.
And he wants to bust my balls.
"You're soft"... Can you believe that?
What?
Oh, you agree. Is that it?
Forget it. I'm not looking for a fight.
Oh, no, no, no, no. Don't do that.
You got something to say, come out and say it.
He's right... You are soft.
I'm not talking about the weight.
You've lost your edge.
Your confidence.
You lost your war, Lee.
And the truth is, you're a soldier who needs a war.
And you don't wanna hear it, because you've got it in your head that your father's the soldier.
And you sure don't wanna be like him. But you are like him.
You're more like him than you know.
That's one of the reasons I married you.
Okay, it's working. I think...
Is it working or isn't it?
They keep jamming us.
So much for our source on the inside.
Ten minutes left.
And lots of nothing on the wireless, as usual.
Keep an eye out for Raiders.
Last listening bird almost got popped by a pair yesterday.
I almost got it.
Ow, frak! Turn that thing down!
It's working.
Time's up... Spin up the FTL and get ready to go.
Hold on.
I'm picking something up.
It's a Colonial transmission. It's a low power signal, but... the recognition codes match.
Oh, yeah. We got a link to the ground.
Okay, send the coded response. Spin up the drive, and let's get the hell back to Galactica.
I've got a signal. A Raptor just made contact with us.
What's it say?
"We will make contact this frequency every 12 hours.
"Prepare SITREP for Command Authority.
"Have hope. We're coming for you."
We made contact. I say again: We made contact with the ground.
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.
It's really gonna be okay.
These are all the surveillance pictures taken by the insurgents.
I think we can match names to about 50 of these photos.
But our best guess puts the total police force at around 200.
200?
I wouldn't have believed there'd be 20 people who would turn against their own kind.
I want those names. I want the rest of the names.
That's tough. The Cylons are afraid the population will go after any human who joins the New Caprica Police.
As well they should.
I...
I know I haven't lived a model life...
I made a lot of mistakes...
But I'm gonna need your protection today.
Mr. President.
Morning, Gaeta.
It's time... for the graduation ceremony.
Oh, yes...
The ceremony.
About the ceremony... there's a been a change of plan.
I won't be going.
Security concern.
Don't look so worried.
There'll be other graduations.
Right, okay. I'll just...
Let the staff know.
I think we should call off the strike.
There's no reason to go forward with it if the Galactica's gonna come back.
What, and pass up a golden opportunity to kill Gaius Baltar?
Other than that, Colonel, I fail to see the point.
Think with your head, Chief, not with your heart.
The only way they stand a chance of getting us off this rock is if the Cylons are too distracted battling a full-blown uprising when they get here.
All right, if your source on the inside says Baltar's not gonna be there, abort.
Otherwise, stick with the plan.
Hey, Duck.
Good morning.
And welcome to all graduates.
You are the hope.
You are the dream of a new tomorrow for humans and Cylon alike.
And I salute you... For the risks that you have taken for just showing up today.
Today, you begin a new career and a new life as provisional police officers.
And looking out across this room, I see that the significance of this new path is not lost on you.
Congratulations. It's good to have you with us.
Congratulations, Sergeant. Meet you is a pleasure.
Congratulations, Captain. It's great to have you with us.
I'll see you soon, Nora.
Everyone of importance is being looked at right now. You're no exception.
I can help you, Laura...
in ways I can't help myself.
I can protect you, but you have to understand the situation has changed.
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 legitimised in any shape or form.
Something scares the Cylons after all.
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!
33 people killed and their only crime was putting on a police uniform,
trying to bring some order to the chaos out there.
By arresting innocent people in the dead of night. Detaining them without charge.
- Torturing them for information! - Wait a minute. Nobody's been tortured.
- Tell that to Colonel Tigh. - Nobody has been tortured.
We're done here.
I hope you understand the severity of the situation.
I'd 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 in effect. Severe penalties will be imposed
on anyone found on the streets.
Curfew is in effect. Severe penalties will be imposed
on anyone found on the streets.
Do you understand your orders? 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.
You know, they're taking 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.
Ready for the sitrep.
Send it twice, just to make sure.
Here are the names of those to be arrested and sent to detention.
I, uh...
- I know some of these people. - I'm sure you do.
They're all insurgents, Jammer. We have to break the cycle of violence.
OK, suit up.
You won't have to wear those much longer. People will see you as heroes.
Not tonight.
Numbers five through ten, take the tents to the right.
Follow down to the end. The rest of you guys gotta keep quiet, OK?
New Caprica Police! You're under arrest for colluding with the insurgency.
- You're under arrest. - This is an NCP raid! Get your hands up!
- Ms Cally Tyrol. - No!
No!
My baby! No!
That's my baby! No!
Hey. Oh, no, no, no.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. I got you. I got you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, there you go.
Mommy's coming back. It's OK.
It's OK.
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 enlisted available there.
Could be taking heavy losses. They mentioned a crackdown.
Get a breakdown of available pilots in the insurgent group.
Somebody's gotta fly those ships.
Those ships aren't going anywhere yet.
"Cylons have removed launch keys from Colonial ships. "
"Location unknown. " Came from Tyrol.
- Can we manufacture new launch keys? - Forget it.
The specs are incredibly sophisticated. It would take weeks just to do the R & D.
Best option is for the people on the ground to find the original launch keys.
- Assuming they weren't destroyed. - No. No way.
Cylons would keep them safe in case they needed to use one of those ships.
She's right. Keys gotta still be there.
Make a weapons drop to the insurgents. They know the land.
They've been hitting the Cylons in the teeth.
Given the tools, they can find the keys.
No way. The only thing you've got going for you so far
is the Cylons reduced their defence perimeter to five baseships.
Put heavy weaponry down there, they'll know we're in contact.
Call in ten more baseships and your whole plan's 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?
Detention is run by a separate ministry. They don't give us any reasons why...
Godsdammit, 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 OK?
Jammer, what's going on?
I heard about last night. About Cally being on one of those lists. I'm really sorry.
Frakking human police, huh? 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 they thought they were doing something good. Let us police our own.
They're just frakking idiots. What did they expect?
You don't know any of those guys? Any names?
Names? No. N-No idea.
Damn.
What's up with Cally? Why did they put her in detention?
I don't know. She hasn't done a thing. I just talked to Gaeta.
Says he doesn't know squat, or so he says.
- Gaeta's a good guy. - He's a frakking collaborator.
You know what? 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 'em 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.
Good girl.
Unbelievable.
- What? - Admiral's putting boots on the ground.
Wants to send an officer as a liaison between us and the Resistance
to coordinate the rescue op.
- Makes sense. What's the problem? - It's who he's sending.
- He's frakking kidding with this, right? - I wish he were.
Hoshi, I want a Raptor ready in five minutes on the hangar deck.
- Inform the flagship I'm coming aboard. - Aye, sir.
- What are you gonna do? - What I should've done a long time ago.
- You can't do this. She's a Cylon. - Well, I trust her.
- That's a mistake. - Well, it'll be my mistake, won't it?
You're 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.
You have the right to risk the lives of the men and women under your command.
But you are risking the lives of the entire human race.
- I'm trying to save the human race. - No. That's what you're not seeing.
The human race? That's the 2,000 people huddled in those civilian ships
that got away when the Cylons came back. They're the safe bet.
We should guard their survival like after the attack on the Colonies.
- Sharon can penetrate Cylon defences. - It's not about her.
The Centurions can't distinguish her from other humanoid models.
Did you know that? They were programmed that way.
The Cylons didn't want them becoming self-aware and suddenly resisting orders.
They didn't want a 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.
Make plans to resume the search for Earth with Pegasus and the civilian fleet.
- With Pegasus? What about Galactica? - I know why we left those people behind.
I know that it was their choice in the first place to be down there.
And I realise that the survival of the human race outweighs anything else.
But this time...
I can't live with it.
I 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 fertilised your egg, we transferred it to a woman who carried it to term.
She was pretty, funny.
Great smile. You would've 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 got spiritual clarity from me.
She'll be hungry soon.
There's food on the table.
- You wouldn't let your own child starve? - It's not my child.
- I don't even know if it's human. - Half-human. You know 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's no excuse for that.
You see, little things like that, they don't matter any more.
In fact, not too frakking much really matters any more.
I've got one job here, lady, and one job only. To disrupt the Cylons.
Make them worry about the ant hill they've stirred up 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 I am 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 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 moralising and your high-minded principles
and stick 'em 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. Off-load the rest. - Let's go to isolation.
The detentions are just causing more resentment and more enemies.
I know. We don't have another option.
We have to show suicide bombings won't be tolerated.
Excuse me, sir. Can I talk to you for a moment?
Yeah, sure, Jammer. I'll catch up with you.
Sir, I don't know exactly how to broach this.
Nor do I know exactly what I expect you to do about it.
But, um, I thought, you know, since we were...
- Since we were back on Galactica... - Yeah, Jammer, just spit it out.
We picked up Chief Tyrol's wife in the last raid. Cally.
She's in detention. I think she's on a 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 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. It's...
Then frak you, Sharon, you stupid frakked-up toaster!
How many times do I have to shoot you?
If you can't help me, then just go away
and leave us alone!
All human personnel prepare to present ID
before passing through security scanner.
Have your IDs out. Keep coming.
Everyone, have your work IDs ready. Step on up.
Work IDs out. Straight ahead, move it.
Hey, you! Open your bag. Open your bag.
Stop her!
23 Cylons critically wounded.
14 had to be euthanised.
They had casualties, too. Four human dead.
Who gives a frak about that? Pardon my language.
The power substation was crippled.
Half the city's without power. Estimates put repairs at two weeks.
Still think we're being too hard on the humans?
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 as well. How about you?
- We agree also. - Most of us do, anyway.
Enough.
What's this?
This orders the executions of all the detainees on the next page.
- It requires your signature. - My signature?
You're the president.
Read it later. Sign now.
Just cos you've decided to do this doesn't mean you need to drag him into sin.
Don't you lecture me about sin.
I didn't commit the first act of Cylon-on-Cylon violence in history.
- What's she talking about? - She crushed my head in with a rock.
- Interesting she didn't tell you. - I had to do it. I'm not proud of it.
This is all very interesting. Very edifying. Sign the order.
- You don't need my signature. - We do.
We're here as allies of the government of the Colonies.
Everything we do requires your signature.
They're worried 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'll have to salve 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!
There's nothing you can do, Gaius.
But it'll be OK.
It's you.
Help me.
You have to sign it. They'll kill you if you don't.
Sign it! Sign it! Sign it! 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 survive to fight another day.
Raise your right hand and repeat after me.
- "I, Sharon Agathon... " - I, Sharon Agathon...
- "... do pledge my faith and my loyalty... " - ... do pledge my faith and my loyalty...
"... to the protection of the Twelve Colonies... "
... to the protection of the Twelve Colonies...
"... 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.
Looks good on you.
Belongs on you. You know what this means to me.
They're like pieces of your heart you can look at.
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.
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 on you, Lieutenant.
Whew!
That was really something.
I thought you might like that.
But you... you didn't do the twist this time.
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.
Hm.
How is Saul?
Fine.
When's his next meeting with the insurgents?
No point 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 him 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 will brief us on the rescue mission
- and coordinate our evac plans. - I'll be damned.
It's really happening. Who's 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? - Uh, they left that up to us.
OK, here's my suggestion.
If they jump into Breeder's Canyon out here...
Come.
- Hi, guys. - Hey, Ellen.
As 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 realise that. I'll meet them halfway - here.
There's good cover from the air. It's pretty isolated.
We 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. You got the message memorised?
All the wireless freqs? All right, then give me the message, too.
I'll do that, Saul. Don't get up.
Thanks.
I've assembled a team. We've been out half a dozen times.
We have provisions for a couple of days and 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. - Not now.
This is a death warrant! Have you seen the names on this list?
Do you have any idea what they're about to do? 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?
- Look at the names, Gaius! - I've seen them!
I've seen them, all right?
There was nothing I could do.
Move! Move! Move!
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 head of a labour union...
Let's be honest. You don't think there's any reason to kill any of them.
- Right. - Well, we made a decision.
All of us. Like when we listened to you and Caprica Six
when we came here to start this new and glorious chapter.
This has nothing to do with executing Cally.
No one enjoys the thought of mortal death. 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?
Well, not much to do in detention.
How long have you been held?
Four months. I told Baltar I wouldn't have any part in collaborating with the Cylons
and he got a little pissed.
He's a little pissed at me, too.
Jump complete. Right on target.
I'm dropping down to the landing point. There's some heavy turbulence up ahead.
Follow the river. Make sure you hug the bank.
OK, once we reach the rendezvous point, stay back.
Go, Panthers!
C- Bucks rule!
Hey, Sam.
- It's been a long time. - Funny. 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. Come on, let's go!
Come on, five minutes. Everyone out. Let's go.
Tell me something, Laura.
Last year?
You tried to steal the election, didn't you?
Yes, I did, Tom.
Oh.
- I wish you'd gone through with it. - Me, too.
We'll wait until nightfall before we go back. There's a system of tunnels.
- Our level is under... - Shh!
Did you hear that?
Down! Get down!
You. Over here.
Run. Run.
Don't look back. Go!
- Bingo. Let's... - This just in...
Lightning.