ADAMA: Previously on Battlestar Galactica.
What about the FTL question? It's possible.
It's labor-intensive, a lot of grunt work,
but we should be able to upgrade all the Jump drives
in the entire Fleet with Cylon technology.
It's not gonna be easy to sell the Quorum on this one.
The question has been called. All in favor?
All opposed?
The vote is eleven-to-one. Motion carries.
No Cylon will board a ship in this Fleet
without permission of its people.
Ten of our ships refuse a direct order from the flagship.
Another 12 won't even respond to our hails.
They're not doing anything illegal.
Jump drive upgrades is a military decision.
And you alone get to make that determination?
Yes, Mr. Gaeta.
You have a problem with that?
Sir, the tylium ship's pulling out of formation
and spinning up their FTL drives.
Hitei Kan has jumped away, sir.
TIGH: Taking all our fuel with them.
You think I know where the tylium ship is.
I know that you do.
ATHENA: Hitei Kan, this is Athena.
Stand by to be boarded.
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. I need a partner.
You've got one.
ZAREK: Every revolution begins with one small act.
Somebody close that hatch.
Let's talk.
It's fresh. You want a cup?
Ever since they started grinding it out of algae, I've lost the taste.
We've got three more civilian captains pitching fits,
refusing to allow the Cylon engineers on board.
I thought we settled that a couple of days ago.
Tylium ship didn't get the message.
They're screaming bloody murder to anyone who'll listen,
claiming that they're being illegally seized by our marines.
I'm tired of this.
Go to Lee.
Tell the Quorum that if they don't get their ships in line,
they can all share a blanket in Zarek's cell.
I'll make the call, but...
Mmm. Smells good.
Hello, Colonel.
ADAMA: Good morning. Madam President.
ROSLIN: How's it going?
You were saying, Saul?
(STAMMERING) It's just...
Given the Fleet's mood toward Cylons,
you might not want me taking point on this.
I'll be up there in a minute.
Yeah.
Mr. Vice President.
Rumors are already starting to spread. Good luck keeping a lid on them.
Believe me, the Fleet's the least of our worries.
You're clear, sir.
And Connor called in. We're good to go at the small arms locker.
C deck? Narcho and Private Paley.
They're all over it.
(GRUNTS)
Move out, Corporal.
Our biggest problem's still the Quorum.
Isolate them for a few hours, but...
They'll huff and puff,
but reality will trump their sense of duty soon enough. With one exception.
We've been through this.
He's a wild card. We're talking about the Admiral's son.
Push his buttons. I hear you're good at that.
The Colonel's right, you know.
The Fleet has never been comfortable with this "blanket Cylon amnesty" thing.
This coffee is terrible.
Siccing Lee on the Quorum is only going to be seen as a shot across the bow.
He can hedge it all he wants, but the delegates will see that
it comes straight from you.
He can handle it.
Yes, he can. And so can you.
And I'm not getting involved.
Lee can take care of himself and you can take care of yourself.
And I am not getting pulled back in.
Yeah.
The legendary Adama silence.
I can see right through it.
This passive-aggressive pretense that you're okay if I don't get involved.
I don't do passive-aggressive.
Yes, you do. You just don't know that's what it is.
(LAUGHS)
Well, get some rest.
Rest.
I'll try to make it home for supper.
I'll have it ready.
(CHUCKLES)
Cantrell's the key. Tell Lee if he can get to Cantrell...
I'm not.
(TOOL CLANKS)
Son of a bitch! I got a fuel leak over here!
Frakking spark could blow the whole place.
Hey, you guys, I need all of you to clear the deck, now!
Now!
Sitrep, Lieutenant.
Raptor's transponder's down for the count, and LSO's good to go, sir.
What the hell? What are you... What are you doing?
This ship's on hold for an emergency medical transport,
not some bogus VIP shuttle.
Sorry, Chief, I assumed the LSO called it in.
This bird's been cleared for launch ASAP.
No, I didn't get the order.
GAETA: Our new mission takes priority.
The Admiral believes that Zarek may have an attempt on his life here on Galactica.
Given the Vice President's controversial status,
he's being transferred to Colonial One.
All right.
As soon as I confirm it with CIC.
Uh... You have confirmation.
Laird.
The Admiral doesn't want this leaking out.
Well, I'm sorry, I can't take your word for it.
MAN: Good riddance. Frakker's been up Adama's ass
since he transferred him from Pegasus.
(GRUNTS)
He won't be the last.
Get on that ship. Not yet.
Damn it, I need you...
I know what you need.
I also know a little about revolution, Mr. Gaeta.
Success doesn't hinge on some grand, operatic idea or the "will of the people. "
It hangs in the cumulative moments, each one building on the next.
And it can be lost with the slightest hesitation.
I started this and I'll see it through.
Now get on that frakking ship.
(THEME MUSIC)
Colonel Tigh, sitrep.
CAP is out and dradis shows no enemy contacts.
Fleet's still jacked up on Zarek's anti-Cylon bull.
Lee's giving the Quorum a shove,
but it'd take a cavity search to find the backbone in that sorry bunch.
(BEEPING)
Felix. I'm showing a launch, but we don't have anything listed in the flight log.
Laird probably rescheduled it and it didn't make it into the system.
See if you can find the update.
I've got Nowart rounding up every marine that can still pull a trigger.
So, if you get fed up playing chicken with these bastards,
say the word.
Hitei Kan was a special case.
If we have to shoot up every ship we go into,
you can kiss this alliance goodbye.
Nothing. I better call down to the deck, just to make sure.
Hold up. Hold up. Is that your launch?
Because I'm not seeing a squawk code.
Is there a problem?
We've got an unidentified contact off the flight deck.
No transponder ID, I'm thinking dradis ghost.
Last thing I need.
Four years without a pit stop, equipment's sketchy as hell.
Mr. Gaeta. Order a full diagnostic on dradis.
Yes, sir. Right away.
(ALL CLAMORING)
(GAVEL POUNDING)
Order! Order!
I remind you once again that Mr. Zarek was taken into custody
because he was agitating against a lawful order.
Now these Cylon FTL drives are essential
if the Fleet is going to move on.
Mr. Vice President.
Don't look so surprised, Lee.
Even your father knows when he's holding a losing hand.
I'll take it.
(CHUCKLES)
Yeah, I used to be pretty good at this game.
Oh, yeah?
Making the shot, winning the big game.
Can't believe that used to matter to me.
Yeah, that life back in the Colonies.
It's like a dream to me now.
And the further away we get...
(CHUCKLES)
Gods, I remember you and me back at Joe's Bar,
slamming drinks, shooting pyramid.
(CHUCKLES) Those were good times.
They were, weren't they? Mmm-hmm.
I really thought there was something between us, you know?
When that didn't happen, I wondered, was it me?
No, Diana, I was...
But now, I'm thinking no.
Maybe it was something else, some Cylon thing, your programming.
Gods, I know it's been months, but I just can't let it go.
(GRUNTS)
Save it! We got him!
(PANTING)
Save it.
Private Jaffee, log this.
Yes, sir.
(BEEPING)
Admiral, I'm getting a fire warning on Deck C,
near the main antenna array.
Order the damage control team to C deck,
have them report back to me with their assessment ASAP.
Yes, sir.
Admiral, if the wireless array goes down,
we could lose communications across the Fleet.
Given our current situation, I'm thinking this fire might not be an accident.
Zarek's true believers would have a field day if we went dark.
Very well.
Have the marine fire unit accompany the DC party
and prepare an evacuation of all personnel from C deck.
Yes, sir.
(BEEPING)
STARBUCK: (CHUCKLES) Look at you, the proud papa.
When I named you Hotdog, I sure as hell got that right.
Knock it off. Come on, don't be shy.
There had to have been other conquests for the great Brendan Constanza.
And you frakked half the Fleet.
What do you have to show for it?
MAN OVER PA: Attention! Fire in Compartment C.
Evacuate sections 29 through 42.
(ALARM SOUNDING)
STARBUCK: Narcho?
You heard the alarm, Captain. Evac the area, I'm in charge here.
Since when do they put pilots in charge of damage control?
Hey, I'm talking to you...
Take your frakking hands off me!
Gods, nobody even knows what you are anymore.
Son of a bitch.
Grab as much as you can carry and get up to the hangar deck.
You, take those four people on D deck.
Anybody asks any questions, you tell them it's routine, Admiral's orders.
GAETA OVER PHONE: Gaeta, CIC.
This is Starbuck. Give me the Admiral, now.
He's busy, Captain.
Gods damn it, we've got civilians arming themselves down here.
Gaeta!
GAETA: Gaeta, CIC.
This is Lee Adama.
Get my father on the line.
I'm sorry, Lee, we're having a bit of an emergency right now.
APOLLO: Is it serious?
Nothing damage control can't handle, but you know the Admiral.
Yeah, well, I thought I did.
Well, maybe you can help.
Do you have any idea why Tom Zarek was released?
Released? When?
Oh, that's just perfect.
First he tells me to threaten the delegates with jail,
then blindsides me by giving Zarek a pass.
Doesn't make sense to me, either.
As soon as your father gets back, I'll be sure that he knows you called.
Problems on the home front?
Have to say, Lee, you don't seem particularly happy to see me.
I'm glad you're out.
My father overreached when he had you arrested.
But I hope you've changed your mind about the Cylon FTLs.
We need those drives.
At least the Admiral thinks we do.
The problem with you, Lee, is that you're trying to have it both ways.
Honor thy father, be true to your oath
as the Caprican Representative.
At some point, the two don't mix.
Do you know why he released me?
Because I'm only a threat if he recognizes civilian authority.
I'm afraid our experiment in democracy is about to end.
Adama entertained it until now because of Roslin,
but since she abdicated the throne...
No. He wouldn't do that.
Really? Because he did it before.
Tell me, what excuse did he give this time
when he refused to take your call?
You're leaving. For Galactica.
To prove you wrong.
Sir, we just lost communications, shipwide.
Switch to secondaries.
GAETA: They're a no-go. Backups are down as well.
And the fire seems to be escalating,
I'm seeing cascading system failures across the board.
Main antenna and backup, both down at the same time?
GAETA: With comms down, the damage control team
has no way of relaying the status of the fire.
MAN: Galactica, come in. Galactica, come in.
Galactica, do you read?
Sir, are you trying to tell me that all communications are still out?
RACETRACK: Yeah.
What the hell's being done...
(GROANS)
Whatever this is about, you're making a big mistake.
Oh, sure. We're confused. Maybe we should have a trial and sort it all out.
After four years of fighting with those Cylon things,
did you really think you could make a deal with them?
So where are your precious Cylons now?
(GUNSHOT)
Take it from someone who died once, it's no fun.
Let him go.
Frak you.
(GRUNTS)
I could do this all day. Who's next?
Racetrack? Connor?
Let him go.
Kara, we need to get the hell out of here.
Kara, now.
Follow me. Please.
(SKULLS GRUNTING IN PAIN)
Hang on, buddy. Hang on.
You're gonna be all right. Frak!
I know, it tastes kind of yucky.
I'll get more sugar next time I'm in the galley, okay?
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
ATHENA: Okay.
Sharon, you better get her finished up, and down to daycare.
(LOUD BANGING)
Helo. Helo?
I don't know, I don't know, just get Hera.
In here!
Go ahead, Captain, grab for it!
Okay, easy, easy, easy.
You want me, fine, just leave them out of it.
Get her out of here! Move! Easy.
ATHENA: Hey!
Remember me, big man? From Pegasus?
You and that toaster Tyrol wasted my friend Thorne.
Yeah.
We didn't want that to happen.
You had a choice, but you backed the skin job over your own kind.
And to prove how messed up it was,
instead of showing you the airlock,
your Cylon-loving admiral promoted you to CAG.
Frak you.
Sorry.
I'm saving myself for your sweet toaster wife.
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Skulls? Racetrack?
Gods, I flew with them.
Semper frakking fi. Damn it.
The way Connor was talking, they got people ready to move on every deck.
The hangar deck's just a beachhead.
They want the ship.
(EXHALES)
Zarek played me just right.
Must have made some new friends.
Yeah, with a hell of a lot of firepower.
Vipers, Raptors, gun batteries.
You know, we can't do this alone.
Kara...
Right now, all we can count on is you and me.
Take a breath, Lee.
Feels good being alive, doesn't it?
What the hell was that?
I'm feeling right for the first time in weeks.
Okay. Kara, my dad, where is he?
He was in the CIC when communications crapped out.
Okay, CIC's protected.
He won't give up without a fight. The President?
Don't know.
All right. Cover me. Go.
What do they have down there, a forest fire?
Where the frak are my damage reports?
HOSHI: Admiral, sensors are still showing red,
but these trace gas readings don't make any sense.
They're normal.
TIGH: If something was burning down there,
the carbon monoxide levels would be spiking through the roof.
If the fire's compromised our sensors, it's possible all our readings are suspect.
With communications out, we have no way of verifying anything.
All I know is, I'm tired of being blind.
Private Jaffee.
Double-time it down to C deck.
Check in with the damage control team,
get their reports and haul ass back.
Yes, sir.
MAN: Drop him.
Hey, see you real soon.
Karl.
They're gonna kill us.
Sam, can you get me something to stop the bleeding?
Yeah. All right.
Don't you see?
Our children represent everything that the humans hate.
With the resurrection gone, the thought that the Cylon race
can survive through natural procreation terrifies them.
Enough. You're scaring her.
Right now they need us alive.
To use as bargaining chips against the rebel Cylons.
Especially you.
Look, if you're expecting some grand wisdom, you can forget it.
I don't have any more answers than you do.
Well, you might want to keep that to yourself.
MAN: No, they're coming down.
We're heading toward them right now. We can't hold them off.
MAN 2: Drop the girl.
B deck! B deck!
We got a visual! Move, move, move!
Come on, hurry.
Come on, here!
MAN: We need more ammo!
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(GUNFIRE)
Admiral, I checked the array.
The equipment's been jury-rigged, sensors, too.
Sergeant of the Guards, get your marines in here! Nobody gets in or out!
What the hell are you doing?
What is this?
Admiral!
GAETA: Hold your fire! Cease fire! Hold your fire!
Nobody fires without my order!
Admiral, get your staff to stand down!
You son of a bitch...
Stand down, Colonel.
Everyone! Stand down!
You killed this boy...
Admiral Adama,
I am removing you from command of this ship.
I am taking you into custody on the charge of treason.
You swore an oath when you put that uniform on.
You pledged to defend this ship and her crew.
You swore the same allegiance.
What happened to your oath?
For seven years I have done my frakking job, and for what?
To take orders from a Cylon?
To let machines network our ship?
You. You are not the leader that you were when we started.
You're just a sad old man that has let his heart
and his affection for a Cylon cloud his judgment.
I want you all to understand this!
If you do this, there will be no forgiveness.
No amnesty.
This boy died honoring his uniform.
You, you'll die with nothing.
Sergeant of the Guards, take the senior staff, put them in a holding cell.
Place Admiral Adama and Colonel Tigh under arrest.
Do it!
Sir... Don't touch me!
Please, sir.
GAETA: Take him!
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
(MAN SCREAMS)
This isn't right. Where are the guards?
Madam President, you all right?
I'm fine.
STARBUCK: Get inside.
There's been an uprising.
I'm not sure how many of the crew are involved.
It is widespread.
Your father must know about this. Can't the marines stop it?
Well, there should have been marines outside that hatchway.
Madam President, we are in danger of losing this ship.
Oh, my Gods. Bill.
Yeah, I don't know. Without comm, we can't get through to CIC.
But it is bigger than Galactica.
Zarek's already back on Colonial One. He wants the Presidency.
Of course, frakking Zarek.
He always had dangerous ideas.
But it's not too late to stop this.
Address the Fleet, call for calm.
The people will listen to you.
I'll do whatever it takes, and I will not allow Tom Zarek
to assume the Presidency under any circumstances.
I have an idea about the wireless. Let's go.
Sir, intercom's up.
I'm getting multiple reports of gunfire near the engine room.
Order Redwing to move in with his marines.
I want that area secured.
(GUNSHOTS FIRING)
Specialist Gage!
Stay with us.
Stack a heavy pile right here.
Stop them coming in that door.
Come on, people. Faster's better.
They could show up at any time. Let's go.
You understand, I have no desire to leave you.
No desire at all.
But I have to go.
If they're coming for anyone, they're coming for me.
And you'll all be safer.
No, it's our fault, Gaius, because we can't protect you.
And I'm so sorry for that.
Your transport will be here soon.
I want you to take this.
And I want you to know that we will pray for you,
for your safe return. Okay?
I'm deeply... Right. Okay, okay.
(EXHALES)
Mr. Tyrol. Mr. Tyrol.
You are absolutely certain that it's imperative I leave?
Look, I only know what Jeanne saw.
The hangar deck's gone, CIC weapons are next and then nobody's safe.
Hang on. Right.
So we should be getting out of here soon... Go.
...and getting hold of some weapons maybe, because...
Jeanne, I don't want the statue, you can keep the statue.
You keep the statue.
Clear.
APOLLO: Madam President, wait.
No, it's all right. They know who I am.
I need to speak to Dr. Baltar.
No, you're not welcome in here.
Hey, I got this. Go ahead.
Go on.
I need to see Baltar.
There's something you need to know.
I got people all over the ship giving me information.
The Admiral was just led away from the CIC.
Where to? No idea.
My guess would be the brig.
Don't trust the ship's comm systems.
We're using these.
The hangar deck's lost to us.
If you can get your father to the secondary storage bay within the hour,
I'll get him off the ship.
I'll handle the Fleet. Go.
Galen, why are you doing this?
The old man deserves a better fate than what he'll get from them.
Go find your father, Lee.
ADAMA: It's Nowart, isn't it?
That's right, sir.
I thought I remembered you. Marine.
You put it on the line when we took New Caprica.
Got pretty hairy down there, sir.
Hey, screw the war stories.
I remember you, too, Maldonaldo.
Big mouth, not much of a soldier.
It doesn't matter, 'cause when this is over, there's gonna be a reckoning.
And live or die, it's how you act today that's gonna matter.
So what's it gonna be, Nowart?
Admiral, don't do this.
I'll be damned if I'm gonna let a guy like you run me off my own ship.
You want to shoot? Go on.
Let's see if you got a pair. I don't want...
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Put your hands behind your back. You all right, Saul?
I'll live.
What about him?
I think we'll take him with us. Go.
You going somewhere?
Yes, as a matter of fact I am.
They consider it to be a precautionary measure, sensible,
given the delicate nature of the Fleet.
Very sensible, considering the Fleet's
tearing itself to pieces right now.
Have you come to pray?
No, I have something more tangible in mind.
There is a chance that we can avoid more bloodshed
if I address the Fleet
and reassure them the Cylons mean no harm.
While your faith in your oratorical skills is impressive,
and I'd love to help, but, unfortunately,
communication down here is just as dodgy as...
I know you have a wireless.
You've been using it to communicate with your flock
all these months.
It's a trick, Gaius.
I wish it were.
She's afraid of your teachings.
She will take the wireless, and she will silence you...
All right, okay, hold on.
Thank you.
She's got a point, hasn't she?
I mean, if you can convince the Fleet,
why can't you convince her?
The thing is that I never really believed in your conversion,
so I was counting on your well-honed sense of self-preservation.
I'm so sick of your insinuations.
I recall your sudden allegiance to the priestess Elosha
and the scrolls of Pythia the last time
your political fortunes were in doubt.
Tell me, how is that working out for you now?
If it makes you happy, maybe we're both frauds
and this is our last chance to atone that.
Civilians are trying to barricade the aft supply hold.
I'm on it.
Gaeta wants us to back up Redwing in the engine room.
They got four civvies down, but there's still some holdouts,
so we're gonna need some more firepower.
Where were you taking us?
The brig.
Gaeta wants all essential personnel and Cylons held...
Might see some friendly faces there.
Get up.
Sir, ships' captains are calling.
They want to know why Galactica's
not responding to their hails.
Put them up on speaker. All of it.
And then get me a scrambled line to Tom Zarek.
MAN 1: We're unable to reach Galactica.
WOMAN 1: Admiral Adama, do you read?
Are they going to jump away like last time?
MAN 2: Who's in charge of Galactica?
MAN 1: Can't trust Admiral Adama.
MAN 2: Is any vessel in communication with Colonial One?
I have Colonial One.
Mr. Zarek, I've taken command of Galactica.
The Admiral and his senior staff are in custody.
Adama's still alive?
You sound disappointed.
It's a loose end. I'm sure you have your reasons.
Still, congratulations are in order.
With the future of the Fleet at stake,
you've done a very courageous thing.
We can fine-tune our rationalizations later.
I'm still bringing communications back online.
And the Fleet's in an uproar.
Don't worry. They'll fall in line.
Especially after I shower them...
ROSLIN OVER PA: Women and men of the Fleet, this is your President.
What the frak?
We have come to a crossroads in our long and painful journey.
Tom, are you hearing this?
Turn on your wireless.
ROSLIN: Of all the decisions...
Where's this coming from? I don't know.
...since assuming the Presidency,
none was more frightening or more difficult
than agreeing to this alliance with the Cylons.
But we have come to a crossroads
in our long and painful journey.
Cylons and humans have been at war for generations.
We know nothing else.
And we have been locked in a struggle
that has seen both sides suffer unspeakable loss.
But with our supplies running low
and our options limited, our former enemies
may represent our last, perhaps our only hope.
To those in the Fleet and on Galactica...
Find that frequency, Gage.
...who would reject this alliance, I am asking you...
Isolate the signal!
Sir, I don't know how to.
Gods damn it.
ROSLIN: I am begging you to reconsider
and place your trust back in those
who have brought you this far, and to reject those traitors
who would use your fear of the Cylons
to destroy colonial civilization...
(ELECTRONIC FEEDBACK)
WOMAN: President Roslin, do you read?
MAN: Galactica, do you read?
Sir. It's the Vice President.
I couldn't get near the brig.
And even if he is in there...
What's going on?
This corridor.
(FOOTSTEPS PATTERING IN DISTANCE)
It's all right, Lee. We're all right.
Thank Gods.
What the hell is this?
Easy, he's our prisoner. Starbuck.
Starbuck!
Lower your weapon.
They've taken over the ship.
If you want it back, this is the only way.
We don't have time to take prisoners.
Get out of my face. Move!
Starbuck!
They are not your men anymore!
They are the enemy!
ROSLIN: Felix Gaeta. Who would've thought?
You probably knew him better than anyone back on New Caprica.
Well, obviously his loyalties were divided even back then.
Seems we both made rather bad choices
when it comes to our presidential aides-de-camp, wouldn't you say?
How many men do you think Gaeta has? Enough.
Hold up here.
Middle of this mess, you really think
Tyrol's found a way off the ship?
I don't know, you tell me. He's one of yours.
You got a problem?
Yeah, I got a problem.
Your people annihilated the human race.
Keep it down. No, let the great statesman talk.
Now you want to know why Tom Zarek's got so much clout in this fleet?
Because when you get past the arrogance, he's right.
We can pretend to put it behind us,
exchange lofty words about an alliance,
but if this is what survival has come to...
It's all we've got. Now, calm down.
It's all they left us.
Secondary storage airlock this way. Let's go.
CIC.
What?
It's Baltar.
What do you want, Gaius? What do I want?
I want this to stop, now.
Right now. This is madness.
This doesn't become you, you know, treason.
Or whatever they're gonna call it when this thing is through.
I know you, Felix.
I know you're a good man. You're an honorable man.
You want to do the right thing.
Even your failings have been understandable.
What, like serving in your corrupt administration?
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Our little secret.
Sealed with a very special pen.
But I forgive you for that, Felix. I'm telling you,
if you are hungry for redemption, this is not the way.
Goodbye, Gaius. Felix, please, listen to me...
What's Raptor six-one-niner's mission?
Transporting human crew from the Cylon base ship.
They should have called the LSO by now.
They're not headed for the hangar deck.
We're ready.
ADAMA: It's good to see you, Mr. Tyrol.
Forgot this place was down here.
Yeah, everybody did.
Got trashed during the raid on New Caprica,
but I brought it back online for this.
I came here because I don't want you to worry about me.
And I know what you have to do.
MAN: This is Sector 12, copy.
Go.
Marine fire team just went past.
Looks like they're coming your way.
You got about two minutes.
Mr. Tyrol, take them back the way we came. You go with them, Colonel.
Come too far to walk out on you now, Bill.
What are you doing, sir?
The Colonel and I are gonna make sure
that the President's Raptor gets out of here safely.
WOMAN: Initiating launch sequence.
Open it.
BALTAR: Admiral, Madam President, please.
Let's move it. Get it open.
Prepare to launch.
Raptor just took off from an aft airlock.
They're not responding to my hails.
Gage, who's on CAP?
I got Hotdog, Narcho...
Get me Narcho on a wireless.
Scramble frequency.
What are your orders?
Arm all weapons. Engage the target and destroy.
You could have gone over with her, Bill.
I couldn't have lived with it.
Come on! Let's go!
MARINE: Look out!
It's been an honor to have served with you, my friend.
MARINE 1: All right, soldier. MARINE 2: Move, move.
Cover up.
Fire in the hole!
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