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There are those
who believe

that life here
began out there,

far across the universe,

with tribes of humans

who may have been the
forefathers of the Egyptians

or the Toltecs,
or the Mayans,

that they may have been the
architects of the great pyramids,

or the lost civilizations
of Lemuria

or Atlantis.

Some believe that there may
yet be brothers of man

who even now fight to survive

far, far away
amongst the stars.

Noble delegates, I realize you're all
anxious to get back to your ships

before our rendezvous
with the Cylons.

But I think it appropriate to
toast the most significant event

in the history of mankind.

I would like to raise
my chalice to you,

not merely
as the Quorum of 12,

representing
the 12 Colonies of man,

but as my friends,

the greatest leaders
ever assembled.

As we approach the seventh
millennium of time,

the human race at last will
find peace, thanks to you.

To peace.

Starbuck, he's coming.
What are you going to say?

Zac, now just calm down.
Why are you so nervous?

He still thinks of me
as his little brother.

Yeah, well,
you're acting like one.

Now, listen,
it's just a routine patrol.

Why is it
so important to you?

Because it is.

Look, I'm a Warrior.
I earned that.

I want to prove
that to him.

I know, Zac, but this may
not be the best time.

It's a peace envoy! What
possible trouble could there be?

That's not the point.

Starbuck, you promised.
I know.

Hey, Starbuck, what are you doing?
We're going on patrol.

Uh...

He can't make it.
Starbuck's not feeling well.

Oh?

Yeah, well, it's, um...

Well, that's kind of
short notice,

I mean, with everybody not
wanting to go on this patrol.

Everybody wants to
celebrate the armistice.

I wonder who
I'm gonna be able to find.

Uh...

Yes, Zac,
you have a suggestion?

Oh, come on, I've studied the coordinates
from here to the Cylon capital.

My Ship's ready to go!

Well, that's lucky.
Isn't it, Starbuck?

Yeah, that's a real
stroke of luck.

Well, I guess you're just gonna have
to pull Starbuck's patrol with me.

WOW!

Were we ever like that?

I don't know. I can't
remember that far back.

Listen, maybe I ought
to go along.

No, he's gonna be
just fine.

I mean, it's not as if
we're at war, right?

See you later.

Take care of the stomach.
Yeah, I will.

Section 12,
launch bay Alpha,

stand by to launch
fighter probe.

Acknowledge input.
Recorded and functioning.

Vector coordinates coded
and transferred. Acknowledge.

Acknowledged.
Ready to launch.

Core systems transferring control to probe craft.
Launch when ready.

You forget how different
it is out here.

This is nothing.

When the war is officially over, we may be
able to get back to deep star exploration.

That's the challenge, Zac.

Let's roll over and take
a look at Lianus Vector.

Baltar, my friend,

this armistice conference
would not have been possible

without your tireless work.

You have secured for yourself
a place in the history books.

That the Cylons chose me as their
liaison to the Quorum of the 12

was an act of providence,
not skill.

I see the party is not a huge
success with all my children.

What awaits us out there
is what troubles me.

Surely you don't cling to your
suspicions about the Cylons?

They asked
for this armistice.

They want peace.

Forgive me, Mr. President,

but they hate us with every
fiber of their existence.

We love freedom.
We love independence,

to feel, to question,
to resist oppression.

To them, it's an alien way of
existing they will never accept.

But they have,
through Baltar.

They have sued for peace.

Yes. Of course,
you're right.

Apollo, two targets on my scanner
just above the old moon Cimtar.

It could be a storm. I think we'll
be coming right through it.

Look, you hold positions and
cover me while I take a look.

Let me get my turbos.

- Well, look at that.
- What is it?

I'll tell you in a flash.

Warbook says a Cylon tanker.
Scanner reads it's empty.

Apollo, I have a funny
feeling about this.

Well, we came to look.

There's the other ship
tucked in nice and neat.

I wonder what she's doing.

I can't read anything inside.
She's jamming us.

Warbook says she's a freighter.
My foot.

If she's jamming us, she's hiding something.
I'm going around her.

Nothing but a harmless mist.
Not heavy at all.

I don't see why they'd send up
all that electronic jamming.

Let's get out of here.
Why?

I'll explain later.

Colonial Viper in quadrant.
intercepting.

I see what you mean.

It's an ambush. And they've got enough
firepower to destroy the entire fleet.

They're jamming
our transmission.

We're not gonna make it
giving them our backs.

How many of them can you make out?
Four.

When I hit three, hit your reverse
thrusters and maximum braking flaps.

We'll give them a little surprise.
One, two, three.

Turbos, full forward
thrust. Now.

Right here, you creeps.

Hey, not bad,
little brother.

Okay, you go after
the guys on the right.

Yahoo!
Apollo, I'll get this one.

Zac, look out!
Behind you!

I can't lose him!
He's right on my tail!

Hang on, I'm coming.

Steady.
Hurry, Apollo!

Steady.

Nice shooting,
but they hit my high engine.

That's okay, little brother.
We got all of 'em.

The day those guys can
outfight us by a 10-to-one margin...

Apollo, better look
at your scanner.

But 1,000-to-one,
that's not fair.

What's it mean? It means there
isn't going to be any peace.

There may not be much of anything
if we don't warn the fleet.

Do it. I'm short an engine. You know!
won't be able to keep up with you.

Zac, I'm not going to leave you.
You have to.

I'm putting my foot in the turbo.
I'll make it back ahead of them.

Now go on. You've got to warn the fleet.
I'll be all right.

You can fly with me any time,
little brother.

Good luck.

Galactica Control, this is Commander
Adama returning from Atlantia.

- Request permission to land.
- Permission granted.

Something's wrong.

What is it?

I don't know. They just
put the ship on alert.

Atlantia, this is
Galactica Core Control.

Request assistance
in communicating...

What's been happening?
Our patrol ran into trouble.

We picked up some signals,
but they're being jammed.

It could be smugglers,
or pirates, or...

Get me
the President, please.

Mr. President, our patrol is under attack.
We don't know by whom.

As a precautionary measure, I would
like to launch intercept fighters.

I should think that's highly inadvisable
in view of the delicacy of our situation.

Quite right, Baltar.

Commander, as a precautionary
measure, I insist upon restraint.

If this turns out to be an encounter
with some outlaw traffic,

we could jeopardize
the whole cause of peace

by displaying fighters when we
are so close to our rendezvous.

Mr. President, two of my
starfighters are under armed attack.

By forces unknown.

You are not to launch until
the situation is more clear.

Sir, may I at least urge you to bring
the fleet to a state of alert?

I will consider that.
Thank you, Commander.

He'll consider it?
He'll consider it?

It's all right.

I'm sorry, Commander.
It's just that...

Well...
Well, what?

The patrol is under the
command of Captain Apollo.

Well, if I can't have confidence
in my first-born son,

whom can I depend upon?

Commander, Zac is with him.
It's his first patrol.

Thank you.

Come on, baby.
Give me all you got.

Still no word
from our fighters, sir.

Their transmission is
being deliberately jammed.

If we don't launch...

We cannot launch. It's
been expressly forbidden.

However...

This might be a very good time
for battle stations drill.

Sound the alert, Colonel.
Yes, sir.

You may never see
another one, fellows.

A perfect pyramid. Unless there's
a better hand, the pot's mine.

Wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait! Come back!
Duty calls!

Let's go!

Sir, our long-range
scanner shows

a large number of ships
headed this way at high speed.

A single patrol craft
is approaching, Commander.

Get that pilot up here
as soon as he lands.

Get me the President.
Yes, sir.

What's going on? It's
nothing to worry about.

Probably some kind of aerial
salute for the President

while he signs the armistice.

Sure ruined a good card game.

Commander?

Mr. President, a wall of unidentified
craft is closing in on the fleet.

Possibly a Cylon
welcoming committee.

Sir, may I suggest we launch a
welcoming committee of our own?

Mr. President, there remain many
hostile feelings amongst our Warriors.

The likelihood of an
unfortunate incident

with all those pilots
in the sky at once...

Commander?

Sir, did Count Baltar suggest that our
forces sit here totally defenseless?

My friend, we are
on a peace mission.

The first peace man has
known in 1,000 years.

Stand by to attack.

Come on, baby.
Not much farther.

Blue Flight Two, in trouble!
Request emergency approach.

Mr. President!
Commander.

One of our patrol ships is under attack
from the main force approaching the fleet.

Mr. President, your welcoming
committee is firing at our patrol!

Baltar?

Baltar?

We made it.

Patrol to fleet! Patrol
to fleet, I need help!

What was that?

That was my son,
Mr. President.

No. No. No.

Positive shield, now!
Launch fighters!

All batteries commence fire!

All fire control stations
manned and operational.

Launch all remaining Vipers.

Sir, they're off.
Fighters launched, sir.

Were the other ships
able to launch their fighters?

Negative, sir.

Lord help us.

Engineering reports laser
hits on starboard engine.

Cylons. It was an ambush. I had to leave Zac.
He's disabled.

I'd like to go back and lead him in.
it won't be possible.

Father, I didn't know
what else to do!

If I don't go back,
he doesn't stand a chance!

Atlantia to all battlestars, we
are under attack. Repeat, under attack.

Zac?

His ship was destroyed
just short of the fleet.

Transferring
target scanners...

Reduce speed to maintain
position with Atlantia.

Hey, heads up, Boomer.
There's a pair on your tail.

Pull up, Boomer!
I'll try to get him off.

Nice shooting!

Captain, we have to know how many
base ships we're dealing with.

No base ships. You must
be mistaken, Captain.

Fighters couldn't function this far
from Cylon without base ships.

No base ships. They don't
carry enough fuel.

Just fighters.
Maybe 1,000.

How do you account
for that, Apollo?

I don't know. We picked up an
empty tanker on our scanner.

It's my guess the Cylons used
it to refuel for the attack

after flying to that point from
wherever their base ships are.

Why operate this far from Cylon without
base ships when it isn't necessary?

They would have been well out
of our range at the old moon.

Unless it was necessary

for them to be
somewhere else.

Get me the President!

Hey, Starbuck,
it's dangerous around here!

Mr. President, I request
permission to leave the fleet.

I have reason to suspect our home
planets may face imminent attack.

- Maintain contact!
- ...fires out of... Request Vipers!

How could I have been
so completely wrong?

I have led the entire
human race to ruin.

Mr. President?

Group 3, Vectors 1-7 and 2-8.

Arm and attack Atlantia.

I got him on the left.
I got him on the right.

Atlantia
Death Squadron, attack.

Negative shield, now!

Back to your posts now.

Oh, my God.

Commander, our long-range scanners
have picked up Cylon base ships

at grids 0-3-5,
1-2-6 and 2-5-8.

That puts them well within striking range
of the planets Virgon, Sagitara and...

Yes, and Caprica.

By your command.

Speak, Centurion.

All base ships are now in
range to attack the Colonies.

The final annihilation of
the life-form known as man.

Let the attack begin.

Helm, bring us around.

We're withdrawing.
Flank speed for home.

Commander, our long-range
scanner picks up

wave after wave of small ships
headed towards all inner planets.

Boxey!

No! Boxey!

Please, miss! The building's going to topple!
Everybody, run for cover!

Run! Run!

Hurry, find cover!
Get out of here!

Stay down here!

No! No!

My daggit! Where is he?
He's fine. He's fine.

It's going to be all right.

...on the
southern peninsula.

Thirty one cities are known
to be under heavy attack.

This is the most terrible
thing I've ever witnessed.

Red 1-3-niner,
we're on fire.

Emergency, fire in Red 1-3.

...a sea of fire.

The water supply is cut off.
There is no water!

My orders are
to cover the relay.

The central area
is under attack.

A second wave is coming in.
We have no defenses!

Is this channel operative?

Oh, Zac!
And all the others!

They trusted us to protect
them, and we... Oh, God.

There really
wasn't any choice.

Commander, Cylon base ships
on long-range scanner,

launching to all
outer planets.

No hope, Commander.

What about Sagitara?

The planet's
in flames, Commander.

Have my shuttlecraft prepared, please.
Shuttlecraft?

I'm going down on
the surface of Caprica.

Commander, that is
out of the question.

If the Cylon scanners
should pick you up...

You will continue to rendezvous
with the survivors of the fleet.

I'll take you
in my fighter.

You're the last surviving
member of the Council, Father.

If we should run into a Cylon attack
ship, at least you'll have a chance.

I insist
on that, Commander.

Very well.

Core systems transferring control to probe craft.
Launch when ready.

Ships are coming in
on both decks, sir.

What's the count? Sixty seven
fighters in all, sir. 25 of our own.

How many battlestars?
None.

What?

We're the only
surviving battlestar.

My God.

Red Leader One in trouble.
Repeat, in trouble.

We read you, Red Leader.
How can we assist you?

I'm battle damaged. Power control
circuits shot away on my landing gear.

I'm on the line, Starbuck.
What's your condition?

This is no time for trainees, Athena.
I'm in trouble.

I mean, I'm in real trouble.

You will be if you keep talking like that.
How's your fuel?

Dry. All right. Run
the check with me.

Alpha circuit, close and
alternate to left servo circuit.

Alpha circuit closed, alternating
to left servo circuit.

No response. My throttles
are still full open.

Omega C circuit. Close and alternate
to servo support circuit.

Alternating to servo
support circuit.

Does not respond.

Bring him in full throttle.

We'll shut down at the outer marker.
There's no choice.

I heard him. Get everyone out of the way.
I'm coming in hot.

You're cleared to land.

Roger.

I hope you guys aren't
counting off for neatness.

He'll be coming in
like a missile.

Stay back!
He could lose it.

I told you to stay back!

Starbuck!

Get out fast! The ship
might blow any minute!

Are you all right? Fine. Fine,
no thanks to your father.

Here. Give it a good
wash, fellas.

Get out of that wing. Blow that out!
Get that fire there!

What are you saying
about my father?

Do you realize what we've
just been through?

Oh, yeah? You should have
seen how we spent our day.

We managed to single-handedly
keep the Cylons off your neck

while you took off
on a little cruise!

Starbuck, don't you realize
what's happened?

Oh, yeah, sure.
I realize what happened.

You should see this baby from the air
when it takes off across the sky.

It's a beautiful sight, beautiful,
unless it happens to be your base ship!

Starbuck, listen to me!

The Colonies are gone.

All of them.

What are you
talking about, gone?

I'm sorry, Ila.

I was never there
when it mattered.

Never

Women.

This way. There
must be food somewhere.

I'm hungry.

Father?

There are crowds coming.

They probably saw
our ship land.

I was just gathering
a few things here.

This likeness
of you and Zac...

Father, we can't stay.

Maybe Mother wasn't here.

No.

No, she was here.

She was here.

Where were they?
Where were they?

Where are the rest
of you fancy fliers?

Where were you when they
killed the rest of us?

What were you doing, boy?

Wait! Wait!
Let him talk!

I want to know where you were as well.
All of you.

We waited. We watched and
prayed, and you never came.

Most of us are dead.

The fleet is all
but destroyed.

But you're here.

From the
battlestar Galactica.

It survived?
Yes.

What of the President, and the Council
of 12, and all the other Colonies?

All destroyed.

Commander Adama.
Yes, Serina.

It's true, then.
We're defeated, doomed.

Can I ride
in your ship, sir?

Fighter planes are no
place for little boys.

They're going to have to be if
our people are going to survive.

We must fight back.

Yes, we are going
to fight back.

But not here, not now,
not in the Colonies.

Not even in this
star system.

Let the word go forth to every man, woman
and child who survived this holocaust.

Tell them to set sail at once in every
assorted vehicle that will carry them.

And the word went forth
to every outpost of human existence

and they came, the Aries,

the Gemons, the Virgos,

the Scorpios, the Pisceans,
and the Sagittarians.

In all, 220 ships,
representing every colony,

color and creed
in the star system.

The human race
might have one more chance,

but first it would have to survive
the Alliance, the elements,

and the unknown dark and sinister
threats that would lie ahead.

Their destruction is complete.

Our forces have taken prisoners
near the spacedrome.

They tell of survivors
who escaped in ships.

What ships?

How far can they go?

If a handful of survivors
did indeed escape,

they would have neither fuel nor
food for a prolonged voyage.

The information
is not complete.

It is offered
in exchange for life.

And what is the standing order for
humans from your imperious leader?

Extermination.

Then carry out
your orders.

If they exist,
they're doomed.

We gather here as representatives
of each ship in our fleet

to answer
that single question.

Where will we go?

Our recorded history tells us that we
descended from a mother civilization,

a race that went out into
space to establish colonies.

Those of us here assembled now represent
the only known surviving colonies.

Save one, a sister world,
far out in the universe,

remembered to us only
through ancient writings.

It is my intention to seek
out that remaining colony,

that last outpost of humanity
in the whole universe.

Commander Adama?

This 13th colony,
this other world,

where is it,
and what is it called?

I wish I could tell you that I
know precisely where it is,

but I can't.

However, I do know that it
lies beyond our star system,

in a galaxy very much like
our own, on a planet called

Earth.

Earth?

Flight Leader Serpentine,
by your command.

Report, Centurion,
on the final assault.

On each of the 12 planets
a similar story is told

of a handful of ships
who escaped destruction

to rendezvous
with a warship.

What kind of warship?

A battlestar called Galactica.

Then go and seek out Baltar.
Tell him I'm displeased.

Tell him I offer a choice.
Deliver the battlestar Galactica

or deliver his head.

This is Alpha shuttle
approaching freighter Gemini

for fleet damage
and supply survey.

Please prepare to receive.

Ah, look at it
this way, Boomer.

It isn't the worst duty in the
fleet, asking a lot of questions.

I hear they're sending some
poor guys from Beta section

crawling around on the
outside of an old skybus

looking for a solium leak.

Mmm, wonder how they
missed us for that detail.

Excuse me, but...
Shh.

Would you mind telling us
what you're looking for?

Solium leaks.

Bye.
Halt!

Among;

Captain, that stuff
is dangerous.

I mean, these old ships
shouldn't even be flying.

There really wasn't
much choice, was there?

How many people did we leave
behind for lack of ships?

Now, unless you're willing to volunteer
permanent assignment on this tub,

you'll help survey each and every
ship in this fleet for damage,

or I just might be tempted to loan
you guys out to Beta company.

Just keep it up, old buddy. You're
going to get us into real trouble.

Ten thousand light years
from nowhere,

our planet's shot to pieces,
people starving,

and I'm going
to get us in trouble?

Look, all I'm saying...
What is the matter with you?

I tell you!

We may as well
live for today.

We might not have many left.

Apollo?

Yeah, I see it.

Where's the food?

Everything's gonna be taken care of.
Just be patient.

But where's the water? We
haven't had water in two days.

We'll have food and water...
But what's happening?

But you promised us water!
Just get us a little water.

Can't you bring us some water down here?
A little bit?

We just need
a little bit of water!

Where's the food?

Why haven't we seen or heard
from anyone in two days?

Please. Please, tell us
what's going on.

Have we been left behind? No,
you haven't been left behind.

Be patient. Your needs
will be attended to.

Be patient. Just be
glad you're alive.

It's Gemonese.
Boomer can translate.

Boomer's tied up.
Anyone here who can help?

Does anyone here
understand Gemonese?

The woman said
her husband is feverish.

What's wrong
with your arm?

There are others
in greater need than I.

Get her out of here.

She should be jettisoned with the dead.
No place for refuse here.

Feed her
to the daggits!

Dirty socialator.

It's a sin to starve us while
the bureauticians luxuriate

in their
private sanctuaries.

No one is in luxury,
I promise you that.

No, you're lying.

I saw it with my own eyes
aboard the Rising Star

before I was cast out and put here
among the Borays of humanity.

Core Control is
aware of the problem.

So I can tell them food
and water is on the way?

They're aware
of the problem.

What are you saying? There's
something you're not telling us.

Relief is on the way. You
have my word as a Warrior.

Your word as a Warrior?

You know, I can't
fault them for resenting us-

They lost everything.
They have to blame someone.

Core Command, this is
Alpha Shuttle requesting

clarification
on food dispersal.

Core Command. No information
available at this time.

What are you talking about "no
information is available"?

I just left a ship filled with starving people.
What's going on?

I'm sorry, Shuttle Alpha.

Core Command has no information
available at this time.

Commander, this is
Colonel Tigh.

It's starting.

Something's wrong.

What did they tell you when you
called in the food shortage?

The same thing
they told you,

a vague acknowledgment
of the problem.

Boomer, I'm getting
an awful uneasy feeling.

Why don't you just give me
your name, okay?

It's all right.

My name is Cassiopeia.

Cassiopeia. It's beautiful.

it means "fairy queen," doesn't it?
I think so.

Designation?

I'm designated a socialator.

It's an
honorable profession,

practiced with the blessings of
the elders for over 4,000 years.

I didn't say anything.

I was just curious about what all that
excitement was about back on the barge.

That woman...

That woman is a member of the
Otori Sect amongst the Gemonese.

They don't believe in physical
contact between genders,

except when sanctified by the priest
during high worship of the sun storm,

which comes once only
every seven years.

No wonder those little buggers
are such good card players.

Core Command,
this is Alpha Shuttle.

Changing course to rendezvous
with starliner Rising Star.

Shuttle will proceed on to Galactica
with patients for life station.

Hey, what are you up to?
If you don't mind my asking, sir.

I want to see what's at the bottom
of this conspiracy of silence.

Passenger liner Rising Star,

this is Sigma Shuttle on fleet
damage and supply survey.

Prepare to receive.

Contaminated? Weren't the provisions
checked before they were boarded?

For radiation, yes. There wasn't
time to check for pluton poisoning.

Pluton breaks down the structure of food.
All of this is worthless?

We don't know that yet.

Jolly, have your crews go
through every container.

Chances are some of it was shielded
enough from the bombs to be saved.

We went through three ships since last night.
It isn't looking good.

Salvage anything you can.
Even small scraps will help.

What do we do
with the rest of it?

Jettison it.

Keep a lid on the problem.

If people find out
we haven't any food,

we're gonna have
a mutiny on our hands.

We're going up
to the second level.

Captain!

Yes? I heard that
you'd come aboard.

I wonder if I might
borrow you for a moment?

I'm afraid we're on an important
survey for the Commander right now.

It won't take very long.

Boomer, why don't you
go up to elite class

and see if there's anything going
on we should be concerned about?

You won't like
what you find.

I'll be along presently.

It's my son.

He hasn't moved in two days.

He lost a little daggit which
meant everything to him.

I thought you might
be able to help.

If he won't eat for you,
I don't know what I can do.

Well, he seemed to spark a little
when you picked him up on Caprica.

I got the feeling that you
were good with children.

I grew up
with a kid brother.

Where is he?
There.

Excuse me. I'm in charge of finding young
men to try out as future fighter pilots.

Your name is?

Boxey.
Boxey.

Okay.

Just what I thought. You're
right at the top of my list.

You know I've been
looking all over for you?

You should have made contact
with the Commander.

We're very short
on fighter pilots.

I'm too little
to be a pilot.

Oh, sure, right now.

But how long do you think it takes
to become a full Colonial Warrior?

I don't know.

Well, you have to start
when you're very small,

or you won't get these
until you have gray hair.

You like them?
I want Muff it.

Well, I don't know. There's not much
room for a daggit in a fighter plane.

He's gone. He ran away.

Oh.

Well, um...

Well, maybe we can find
one of Muff it's friends.

I asked.
There are no daggits.

Well, I'll tell you what.

As a Colonial Warrior,
first level,

you are entitled to the first
daggit that comes along, okay?

But only on the condition
that you get your rest,

close your eyes,

eat all your primaries...

Shh.

And stop chasing girls.

Thank you.

I was right. You are
good with kids.

You and your brother
must be very close.

We were.

Oh, I'm sorry.

If you'd rather
not be involved...

Hey, don't be silly. What's a Warrior
to do after he's lost the big one?

Win a few of the little ones.

That's not a little one
in there, Captain. No.

Just once, to step aside...
This is a private accommodation

secured by Sire Uri
and his party.

I'm being paid
by Trans Stellar's...

Now.

Hey, what's going on, Boomer?
Oh, nothing, nothing.

Just the fella here didn't seem to
wanna let us into the club area.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I trust you have an explanation
for this intrusion?

Would you like to make a statement
before I arrest you, Sire Uri?

I'm glad
you know my name.

At least you know from
where the blade fell.

I'm gonna give you about a
micron to join me on my shuttle.

After that, I'll just turn the six levels
of starving passengers beneath you loose

and let you take your
chances with them.

Captain, why don't you join us in our
prayer of gratitude for deliverance?

In case it eluded you,
Councilor,

some 100 people have died since
our deliverance from the Cylons.

And while hunger hasn't yet taken a
life, it's only a matter of time now.

Boomer, notify Core Command that
we have located some stores

which we will distribute
as far as they go.

No, it's mine! it belongs
to me and my guests.

Does your wife share your feelings
about denying your food to others?

My wife?

Stress Uri.
I don't see her.

Unfortunately, she was not
in time to make the voyage.

My sympathies.
I share your bereavement.

Stress Uri was an
outstanding woman. Yes.

I'm sure she'd be moved
by your period of mourning.

Boomer, have Jolly
come up here with the crew

and distribute this food
throughout the ship.

Without being
critical, Captain,

wouldn't you say you overplayed
our hand just a tad?

Considering Sire Uri is a member of
the newly elected Council of the 12.

How do you
overplay starvation?

How does it feel?

Feels like
it's never even been broken.

The bone's been fused whole.

It's stronger than before.

It's wonderful.

Ooh!

Look, look!

Look at my arm!

You're waiting to take
me back, aren't you?

Well, it isn't easy to
find a ride around here.

I dread returning
to that ship.

Look, maybe I can
check around

and see if there's
anyplace else you can go.

There are better ships.

Would you be doing this
if I weren't a socialator?

Hey, listen, can we forget my little
jokes back on the shuttle, huh?

Look, I...

I just want to help you.

Really, it's nothing personal.

Nothing personal?

No. Absolutely nothing.

Really?
I swear.

Okay! Okay!

But I think you're
making a terrible deal.

Long-range patrol
is reporting in.

Scanners show no sign
of Cylon pursuit.

All vectors looking good.

Commander.
Yes, I heard.

That's good news.

Apparently, we've made
good our escape.

Finding us now would be almost impossible,
assuming we don't make any mistakes.

Carillon is too far away.

We will never make it because
of the food disaster.

There is
no other destination.

Ah, but there is.

We can stop here
on Borallus.

We know that everything
we need is there.

Food, fuel and water.

And undoubtedly,
a Cylon task force.

It is the most logical
place for us to stop.

Precisely why I believe
it will be fatal.

- Hey, where are you going?
- Possibly fatal.

Is it not surely fatal
to continue towards Carillon?

There is another way,

if I may have a few moments
of the Council's time.

I support Commander Adama's
rejection of Borallus.

Surprising.

It is a deathtrap as lethal
as the one we left behind,

and we haven't the armament
to fight our way in and out.

However, there is another
approach to Carillon.

Instead of using the intended route,
which takes us centons out of our way,

I suggest we take the direct path,
here, through the Nova of Madagon.

Not patrolled and a savings of
centons in reaching Carillon.

Captain, I may not be
a military expert,

but I do know that the Cylons don't
have to patrol that particular area

because they mine it. They lay
mines to make passage impossible.

It would be impossible for a fleet
of cumbersome ships like ours

to even attempt to go through
that narrow passage.

I agree. The fleet could not traverse the
channel unless it had been cleared first.

And how would you
propose doing that?

Well, I suggest I find
one or two volunteers

to join me in flying ahead
of the fleet in fighter craft

to blow the minefield apart
with laser torpedoes.

Good idea.
Two volunteers?

Out of the question!
Out of the question!

Brilliant, brilliant.

If you must go straight ahead as you
insist, Adama, then this is the way.

I say we support the Captain.

Good for you.
Good for you, my boy.

As grave a plan as it is, it
appears to be our only hope.

You have the support and the
blessing of the Council of the 12.

Thank you.

Guess who he's got in mind to
volunteer for that. Hey, wait.

I'm getting out of here.

Well, just the two fellows
I wanted to see.

Follow me, gentlemen.

See? I told you.
Right.

He still won't eat.

I think we may have found
something that's going to interest him.

Tonight? Shouldn't you
be getting some rest?

I'll sleep better after
we solve Boxey's problem.

That's a tall order.
I'm a big boy.

Okay, Boxey.

You're going
to love this, Boxey.

As you know, we will soon be
landing on various alien planets.

It's important
that we be safe.

Ordinarily, we'd use trained
daggits to stand watch at night

while our Warriors slept
in their encampments.

But we didn't have
any daggits.

So we just had to see
what we could come up with.

We'll call the first
one Muff it ll.

Naturally, the first one will have
to be very carefully looked after.

That's not Muff it.
It's not even a real daggit.

No, but he can learn to be like a real one.
He's very smart.

And if you would help us,
he can be even smarter.

Stop that.

We used the image of Boxey you gave us
to train the drone to respond to him.

I owe you one, Doc.
Any time.

That's one I owe you.

Call it even.

It's somehow beautiful.

It's a perfect machine.

Born to dance
amongst the stars.

Yeah, it's bumping into them
that has me worried.

Why did
you volunteer, Starbuck?

Well, somebody had to do it.

Did Apollo make you?

Yes, you certainly have a way of
cutting through the felgercarb.

Do you ever take that smoldering
weed out of your mouth?

You know, I had this wonderful
speech all prepared.

About this being
your last night here,

about possibly not seeing another
night as beautiful as this one

or another girl as beautiful
as lam ever again?

Well, that speech is a little
better than the one I had.

Would you mind if I borrowed
it on some future occasion?

Uh, listen, do you mind if we
don't spend too much more time

in the launching bay?

Well, can you think
of any place more private?

Uh... Come to think of it,

I can't think of any place
private in the whole damn fleet.

What's in there?
That's the launching tube.

You don't want
to go in there.

It's dark and cold,
and it's a...

Oh, Lord, I'll do anything
you ask tomorrow,

just don't call
an alert tonight.

Colonel, have you seen Lieutenant
Starbuck by any chance?

No, I don't think I...

Wait, I did see him on one
of the monitors earlier.

Before we shut down the flight deck, I
think he was checking out his ship.

Hmm. That would seem
to make sense.

I'm sure
he's long gone by now

and getting a good night's
sleep for the mission.

Why don't you do the same?
You are going to be working.

That little snake.

The Nova of Madagon
is not a nova at all

but a starfield so bright,

our cockpits will be sealed
to prevent blindness.

We'll navigate by scanner

and sweep everything out of
our path with turbo lasers.

You feeling all right,
Starbuck?

You're fidgeting around
like a daggit on a sunspot.

Well, It's my
bio-pulse line, sir.

It's a bad time for me
to be cooped up in a cockpit.

Starbuck's being polite.

Seems he got a steam burn.

I don't think I want to
ask you how you got it,

because I need you
on this mission.

I didn't choose you to help lead us
through without a great deal of anguish.

If it'll do any good, let me
assure you that should we fail,

no one will survive.

The rest of our friends must sit
in anticipation of our skill.

Or lack thereof.

Ready?
Ready.

Starbuck?

I'm not ready,
but let's get it over with.

Nova starfield ahead.

...on three, two, one.
We've got it on...

Radiation shield positive.

Launch fighters now.

Skin temperature readout.
1-0-0 and rising.

We may not be able to see anything,
but it's sure getting hot.

Anybody picking up
the field on the scanner?

Negative.
My scanner's burning up.

Mine's gone.

I was afraid of that.
It's too bright for the scanner.

Core systems transferring control
from probe craft to Galactica.

We will guide you through
using scanners.

What if we miss a mine?

One of us will be
the first to know.

Let's go.

We'll talk
you through.

Countdown to fire.

Five, four, three...

Three degrees right.

Target destroyed.

One target coming up.

It's burning
through my canopy.

...four, three...

Just keep firing!

...one, fire.

And fire.

Heartbeat, Lieutenant Boomer, readout 1-0-0.
Other functions normal.

It's working, Commander. They're
clearing a path 100 maxims wide.

Now that is
precision flying.

I can't see a blessed thing.
Are we hitting anything?

I'll be hanged if I know.

...two, one, fire.

Heartbeat,
Captain Apollo, readout, 9-9.

Skin temperature
1-2-0 and still rising.

Skin temperature
1-3-0 and rising.

Five, four...

It's getting hot.

...two, one, fire.

Fire.

Fire.

Heartbeat,
Captain Apollo, readout, 9-9.

Skin temperature
1-3-5 and slowly leveling off.

It's cooling off.

Let's take a look
at where we are.

Negative shield, now.

There it is. Carillon.

I think we're going
to make it.

Yee-ha!

Recall the flight crews.

The planet Carillon. Landing
operations will begin at once.

Prepare to land the mineral
ships and the Landram parties.

Our mineral scanners
have located

what we believe is the approximate
site of the old mining expedition.

Blue Squadron will vector
in the ground search teams.

Welcome, Baltar.
I have grave news.

A handful of Colonials prevail,
but we will soon find them.

What of our bargain?
My colony was to be spared!

I now alter the bargain.

How can you change
one side of a bargain?

When there is
no other side.

You have missed the
entire point of the war.

But I have no ambitions
against you.

Could you think me
so foolish

as to trust a man who would
see his own race destroyed?

Not destroyed, subjugated.
Under me.

There can be no survivors.

So long as one human remains
alive, the Alliance is threatened.

Surely, you don't mean me.

We thank you
for your help, Baltar.

Your time is at an end.

No! You can't!

You still need me...

Victor 6-3-0-3-8
to Ground Expedition 2.

My scanners read life-forms
beyond these coordinates.

Either it's some high
energy-yielding substance,

or they left some kind of
caretaker operation behind

when they abandoned
this place.

We've got it, 0-3-8.
Thanks a lot.

I wonder what this
looks like in the daytime.

Hey. This is the daytime.

Oh. Lovely.

Landram 1
to Skywatch 0-3-8.

Can you assist in
locating tylium mine?

You got it, Captain.

My scanner indicates that you are vectored to
intersect the mine area in 24 millicentons.

Affirmative, 0-3-8.
We have it.

Everyone sync chronometers.

Captain would like a check-in every four
millicentons on the emergency frequency.

Understood?
Affirmative, Jolly.

You are in time sync now.

0-3-8 returning to base.

See you guys in a while.
Good luck.

Boomer.
Yeah, yeah, what is it now?

You're not gonna
believe this.

I don't believe it.

What is it?
I don't know.

Okay.

Okay, come on.

Boy, sure is pretty.
Yeah.

Sounds friendly.
Yeah.

Don't shoot me!

What do you want?
Wait. Wait.

Wait. Don't be afraid.

Listen, uh...
Hey, you're from Taura.

I'm a Taurus.
How do you know that?

The, uh, dialect. Listen, uh, what is this place?
What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?
What are you doing here?

Colonial Warriors sneaking around a
resort like this with your weapons drawn!

Oh, uh, sorry. This is legal!
Isn't it?

Well, uh,
how did you get here?

Oh!
I came in a skybus.

She must have been
smoking plant vapor.

Hey, hey, wait, wait, listen.
Could you, uh...

Could you, uh, tell us
something about this bus?

Oh, my travelator, he took care of all of it.
Isn't it fabulous here?

All this
for so little money.

Oh, and I just won 1,000... Over 1,000 cubits.
Isn't that amazing?

You won those cubits here?

Oh, in here. Everybody's doing it.
It's incredible.

Oh, you know,
if it's illegal,

you're gonna have to fight
the whole star system.

I have to go!

I have a moonlight cruise. Two moons.
Oh, how can you go wrong?

I don't get it. How
cut off can these people be?

She didn't act like she'd even heard
about the destruction of the Colonies.

Yeah, there's something
even more peculiar.

Why haven't we heard
about this place?

Look, I suppose you know every gambling
chancery in this star system, huh?

Oh, that's right.
That's right.

If there's a game going on,
you'd know about it.

Yeah! Whoo!

The odds must be incredible here, Boomer.
People are winning a fortune.

Yes, and they're
obviously well-fed.

Look, why don't we find out about
who's in charge of this place

and see about getting some
food back up to the fleet?

Now, hold it, Boomer. The last
thing these people may wanna find

is a battlestar sitting
on their front door.

I haven't found
a gambling den yet

that didn't depend on military pay
vouchers to keep its doors open.

Now, Boomer, until we find
out who these people are,

just remember,
it'll only take one informer,

and we'll have the whole Cylon
war machine on its way.

I wanna look around, sit in
on a game or two, see if I can

find out what's behind
this place.

Your mission, Boxey, is to
keep your eye on that readout.

When the counter
gets up to 10,

it means we're right on top
of a rich tylium deposit.

Yes, sir.

We'd better talk.
Right.

They can't try to read
our lips in here. Who?

Whoever might be up
to something in this place.

Well, Boomer, one thing this
place isn't is crooked.

Where'd you get all those cubits?
Gambling.

I'm telling you, Boomer,
you can't lose.

That's what
I'm talkin' about.

You ever been in a gambling chancery
where you couldn't lose your money?

No, but then I've never
been here before either.

Boomer, I got an idea.

We could make a fortune if we put
those girls on the star circuit.

You know, I mean, big money, Boomer.
Big money.

Big money, huh?
Hmm!

Every creature in the universe
is out to exterminate us,

and you wanna hire
a vocal group.

Mmm-hmm.

Starbuck, I'm telling you, there's
something just not right about this place.

Yeah.

Yeah, I gotta talk
to those girls.

Quiet, Muff it.
I see it. Tylium.

Nice going, Boxey.

That's a pretty hot
reading, skipper.

We may be right on top
of that old mine.

I'd better check it out.

Okay, Jolly,
keep your eyes open.

I'll bring him back.

Hey, Boxey!

Boxey, wait right here.
I'm gonna get him back.

Muffy? Muffy?

Thank you.

For what?

For saving my son's life.

You're getting things
a little out of proportion.

Anyway, maybe I should
be thanking you.

You don't know anything about me or
what happened to Boxey's father or...

When you're ready,
you'll tell me.

In the meantime, nothing that's gone
on before really counts for much.

As far as the human race
is concerned,

we're all starting over.

Muffy?

Muffy?

Muffy?

Muffy? Muffy?

Darn you, daggit,
where are you? Muffy?

Muffy?

Muffy?

Muffy?

Any sign of Boxey?
I'm afraid not.

What is it?

What's happening
on this planet?

I don't know.

This may be the largest
tylium mine in the star system.

I don't care about that. I just
want to know what's happened to Boxey.

Welcome to Carillon.
You are impressed?

Confused would be
more like it.

Listen, we've lost
a little boy.

He is safe. We
found him and brought him here.

Would you care to join him?

Yes, we would.

Mommy!

Captain, good fortune
smiles on us.

Yeah, it's like nothing we
ever dreamed of, Captain.

They've got everything we need here,
plenty of it, and they're happy to share.

Sounds like paradise.

Yeah, it does.

Colonel, a message
from Sire Uri.

Well, Colonel,

a most optimistic note.

Too optimistic.

Uri has everyone
in the fleet

breaking in the bulkheads
to get down to the surface.

Well, perhaps in small
numbers, in orderly rotation.

It isn't going
to be that way.

Already he's authorized visitor's
permits to half our population.

Half the population?

We've come
so far, so quickly.

There's been
little time for reason.

What is the curious secret behind
the existence of this outpost

on the outer rim
of our star system?

There are many such oases
for intergalactic travelers,

but none so far off
the known arteries of trade,

and none so curiously
close to a tylium mine.

Fuel has begun to arrive
from the Ovion mines,

but in curiously
small quantities.

And now I feel
the growing need

for extraordinary
measures of precaution.

The ships continue
to hover over the planet,

supported by small
maintenance crews

whose spirits are as depleted
as their numbers.

Everyone seems to have forgotten
our flight from the Cylons.

The beauty and wiles of Carillon
hold our people spellbound.

Let 'em ride.

Hello, Starbuck.

This is my lucky night.

Just might be.

Yeah. Well, money
isn't everything.

No?
Mmm-mmm.

Um, listen, have you checked
out the accommodations yet?

Most of my unit is staying
down on Carillon tonight.

I'll see
what I can arrange.

Okay.

Are you going to play, sir?

Oh, I hope so.

Hmm? Oh!
Uh, yeah, sure.

Let 'em ride again.
It's my lucky night.

Can't lose.

Is this seat taken?

Oh, uh...
Well, it's, uh...

Starbuck...
Yeah?

I became because
I think I owe you an apology.

You do?

Come on.
This paradise?

It's the perfect
opportunity for us

to be open and honest
with one another.

Yeah.

I hurt you. Admit it.

Well, it...

Didn't you once tell me
that I was the only woman

you'd ever had any real
and deep feelings toward?

Yeah, I may have said that.

You may have said that?

No, uh...
No, Athena, wait.

What I meant to say is

I've had to shut all those
feelings out of my mind

to avoid any more pain
than I've already suffered.

Starbuck.

Oh, no.

Hello.

Excuse me. I believe
you're occupying my space.

Your space?

Yes. I have good news.
Huh?

I got us the key
to the royal suite.

Why, thank you.
We do appreciate it.

Uh, say, listen, girls. I've got
this hot streak going here.

Oh!
I see.

Yes, I do, too.

Well, have a good time,
you two.

And next time, it's at
office rates, Lieutenant.

Never eaten so much
in my entire life.

I'm gonna
be as fat as a pig.

Push level three
for us, please.

I feel like a total glutton, Answaw.
Nothing fits me anymore.

And we've only been down
on the surface for three...

Um, I asked you
to push the third level.

There.
You've missed our lodging.

I did press it.
Something seems to be wrong.

Well, there are
no lodgings this far down.

Look there!

It seems to be taking us
all the way to the bottom.

Something seems
to be happening.

Let me at that control.

There. We've stopped.
Thank goodness.

I wonder what's down here.

What is the purpose
of this special council?

Adama, I'm afraid
I must ask you

to respect
the order of business

until called upon
by this chair.

I think Councilor Uri has a
measure to propose. Thank you.

My brothers,

a hasty attempt
to outrun the Cylons

spawned in
the midnight of desperation

seems foolhardy
in the light of day.

I propose, instead,
we now attempt

to appeal for
justice and mercy.

Justice?
Justice from the Cylons?

Is that what
you actually said?

Gentlemen, they've told us

that they would not stop until
every human had been exterminated.

Now, why should they believe
we are now willing to accept

that which we have always
found to be unacceptable?

To live under Cylon rule?

Because we would
destroy our arms

to prove we're willing
to live in peace.

Destroy our only
means of defense?

Or attack.

May I remind my brothers

that we did not have
conflict with the Cylons

until we intervened in their
relations with other nations?

Yes. Yes, you are right.

We did not come into
conflict with the Cylons

until we helped our neighbors whom
the Cylons wished to enslave.

And until we helped the Hasaris
get back their nation,

taken by force
by the Cylons.

Correct. But if we
mind our own business,

there's every reason
to believe

that the Cylons
will leave us alone.

If you've all come
to this council

to turn your backs
on the principles

of our fathers
and the Lords of Kobol

from whom
all Colonies evolved,

you do so
with my utter contempt.

Well...

Warriors are always the last to
recognize the inevitability of change.

We have a choice.
Life or death.

I submit that an issue
this grave

should be decided
by our people.

Maybe you're right.
But I'll tell you something.

The military
won't be easy to convince.

How, may I ask, do you propose to
present such a delicate matter, eh?

At a celebration to decorate
those three brave young men

who led us to safety through the
perilous straits of Madagon.

One of them Adama's son,
I do believe.

Just the tonic our people
need at this moment.

Some old-fashioned,
down-to-goodness heroes.

After you.
Thank you.

Party's just
gettin' started.

Do you want a little,
uh, company?

I'm kind of
companied out. Thank you.

You're gonna miss the tribute
for the three Warriors.

I've given 'em all the
tribute they're gonna get.

We missed my level.

Mine, too.

Something seems
to be wrong.

We're going
all the way down.

I didn't think that was allowed.
I wonder what's down there.

Help me!
What are they doing with us?

Okay, 30-70.
You guys split 70%,

and I'll even pick up
the transportation.

I just
don't think it'll work out.

Well, why not?

Look, I can't talk now.

What do you mean?

We'll just have to
talk about it later

if you're still around.

Hey, hey, wait!
Where you goin'?

You're my meal ticket
out of the military.

Starbuck!

What are you doing? The captain's
been looking all over for you.

You know, Boomer, I'm
beginning to agree with you.

Something's going on
around here.

Well, whatever it is,
it's gonna have to wait.

We've gotta get back
to the Galactica.

Uh, what for?

Dress uniform.

Dress uniforms. Wait. I'm not
getting into any fancy...

Uh-uh, uh-uh.

One does not accept our people's
highest military honor,

the Gold Cluster,
in a battle suit.

The Gold Cluster?
Ah, you're kidding.

We got it.

Commander?

Commander.

Just like old times,
isn't it, Tigh?

Well, our ships weren't quite so
fancy, but we gave them a good run.

Yes.

You didn't tell anyone
we were meeting?

No.
Good.

Is there some reason why you and
I aren't supposed to be talking?

Pick up that
ground crew communicator

and climb into
the next ship, please.

Climb into the next ship?

Quickly.

You're patched in
to my internal com system.

We are completely isolated.
No one can hear us.

Yes, I understand, but why
would anyone want to?

It grieves me to think that we
have to take such precautions

on our own battlestar.

Sire Uri's men
are expecting me

to make some kind of move
over his disarmament plan.

I find that even my private
quarters are being monitored.

Now, what I'm about to
propose is somewhat risky.

You don't have to go along
if you don't want to.

Commander,
if you say we should do it,

naturally, I say
we should do it.

What is it we're about to do?

Tigh, when would be the most
devastating time for a Cylon strike?

Almost anytime. With half
of our Warriors down on...

During the celebration when all of
our Warriors are down on Carillon.

If we were attacked without being
able to recall our Warriors,

we wouldn't have a chance.

A few well-placed Cylon bombs in
the heart of this launching bay,

and we wouldn't be able to get
a single fighter into the air.

Then, you do think there's more
to Carillon than generosity?

It smells like a trap.

It feels like a trap.

I believe it is a trap.

It is imperative that we get our
pilots closer to our ships.

Or perhaps
the other way around.

Get our ships
closer to our pilots.

How do we get our
fighter ships down to Carillon

without getting
Council clearance ?

Well, we'll launch
a couple at a time

as if they were
part of a regular patrol.

The Council has ordered all of
our Warriors to be at the party.

They will be there,
in a manner of speaking.

Now, Uri doesn't know all
of our Warriors on sight.

He'll be counting uniforms,
not men.

He'll be counting uniforms?

Yes.

And I want you to collect
all the Warrior uniforms

you can possibly
lay your hands on

and fill them with whomever
you can find.

Mechanics,
kitchen personnel, anyone.

And get them down
to that party.

What do I tell them?

Tell them anything.

Tell them they're on a secret
mission, which is the truth.

I'll do my best.

I'm depending
upon you, Tigh.

If I'm right,

Uri won't be the only one who'll be
counting uniforms at that party tonight.

I understand,
and I hope you are wrong.

Well, we'll see.

What are
you doing, Colonel?

Felger.

I, uh, didn't mean
to startle you.

Can we, uh,
give you a hand with...

If you ever do that again,
you're on report, Starbuck!

You can tell the rest
of your playboy pilots

this is not the last flash
inspection that I'm gonna make.

If I ever find uniforms in this
condition, you're in trouble.

When Commander Adama sees these,
he's gonna go crazy.

It's gotta be the pressure.
You know, it's unfair.

A lot of those
bridge officers

never get a chance
to go down to the surface

while everybody else gets
to go and have a good time.

Bridge officers don't
get their tails shot off

flying around in
skinny little fighters.

Still, I wouldn't mind
trading with them.

I believe you, Boomer. I'll
mention it to the colonel.

Wait a minute. I can't take over for him.
I'm not a colonel.

Neither am I.

So much for guilt.
Let's go to the party.

Right.

Hello, Father.

Apollo.

Well, uh...

Colonel Tigh wants to be
at the celebration,

so I offered to relieve him
for the night.

Simply as a favor.

I might have thought you'd like to see
your son getting his Star Cluster.

It's well-deserved, Apollo.
Well-deserved.

Precisely why I cannot
accept it as anything

but another one of
Councilor Uri's ploys.

How can saluting his greatest
rival's son be a ploy?

I just have the feeling
that he'll propose

destroying our arms
at the celebration,

hoping that the cascade of
emotion will do all the damage

before anyone realizes
what they've done.

But you can stop it.

I...

Not anymore.
Haven't you heard the talk?

I got us
into this predicament...

No one believes that. And even if
some do, you have to speak out.

How can I say to you that you've
been more than a father to me?

You've been someone I could look
up to with trust and respect.

My ideals rise and fall on your
standards, and this isn't you.

What's happening to you?
Help me to understand.

You'll understand, my son.

In time, you'll understand.

I know that wasn't easy
for you, not telling him.

Perhaps you should have.

No.

No. If I told him, I wouldn't have
been able to keep him from my side.

This is my gamble.
If I win, we all win.

But if you're wrong,
Uri will destroy you.

I'm not wrong.

The Cylons lured me
into their deception once.

Never again.

That's very strange.

What is?

That man's insignia
is Blue Squadron.

I thought I knew
everybody in it,

and look at the fit
of that uniform.

Apollo, tonight is a night
of thanksgiving,

and everyone's dressing up and
making do with whatever they have.

He probably
hasn't worn that in years.

Besides, the guest of honor
looks absolutely delicious.

Hi.

How lovely
you look in your uniform.

Huh? Oh.

Hey, isn't this
something, Boxey?

Our hosts have been
very generous.

I don't like them.
What?

I told him the Ovions
wouldn't approve of him

bringing Muff it
to the celebration.

Well, we put one over
on them, didn't we?

Except for your captain,
I deduce from the uniforms

that most of your
Warriors are here.

Yes, well, I'm always
a big draw.

Muff it, Muff it,
come back here!

Here, daggit!
Come back here!

Starbuck.

Yes? What is it?

I'm talking to the great
and near great.

Well, when you come down,
tell me who that is.

Those three guys
right behind the dancer.

Darned if I know. They
sure have lousy tailors.

Starbuck,
you should know them.

Yeah? Why should I know them?

Because they're wearing the
insignia from our squadron.

Don't start without me.

Where is
the lieutenant going?

Um, to find
the captain, sir.

Excellent.

Hey, what's going on?

Stop those guys. Stop them.
What are you...

What are
you doing, Starbuck?

Listen, something's going on
around here.

Those three impostors,
I just...

Uh, listen, can we talk?

Yeah.

Will you excuse us? The
lieutenant needs attention.

I'll take Boxey
and get something to eat.

Where is Boxey?

He's probably
in watching the acrobats.

They're pretty good.

Well, don't be long. You two don't
want to miss your own coronation.

Yeah.

Boxey.

What's this
about impostors?

I don't know.
I don't know.

I've been running into guys all
night who aren't from our unit,

but they're wearing
our unit's clothes.

That officer
on the shuttle.

What, you spotted
one of them?

Yeah, maybe.

I think we better
check this out.

I suggest that you find
your two friends

and tell them that we're going
to begin with or without them.

Yes, sir.

Looks deserted.

Everyone's at the party.

Not everyone. There are three
impostors down here someplace.

How many Warriors?

Nearly their full
complement of Warriors.

See that the humans remain
entertained until the end,

then they will be yours
in the lower chambers.

This night, we celebrate
a most special event

in the annals
of human experience.

Starbuck, what'd you find?

They're not here. They
must be at another level.

The other levels
aren't accessible to humans.

Yeah, I've been
wondering about that.

Yeah, so have I.

I know how to fix that.
Stand back.

You're the gambler.
Pick a level.

Uh, what say we have a look at what's
furthest from the guest rooms?

Mmm, nice.

Mmm-mmm.
You're the leader.

...against any
living brother,

whether a former
friend or foe.

Muff it!

Hmm, me and my big mouth.

Well, at least we know
the secret of Carillon.

Do we? What's the connection
between the casino and all this?

Let's get out of here,
then figure that one out.

Muff it!

Run, Boxey, run!

Apollo, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

With all this tylium,
we're setting fire

to the biggest bomb
in the universe.

Yeah.

I guess it's a little late to
try and talk to these fellows.

I think so.

Oh, my God!

Some of them are probably
from our ships.

No wonder no one's ever
left here to tell about this resort.

The Ovions
are living off of them,

and probably selling the tylium
they mine to the Cylons.

That's Muff it!

Hey, Boxey,
come back here!

No!

Muff it!

Muff it!

Starbuck!

Let's go! Follow me!

Report, Centurion.

It is done,
imperious Leader.

Let the attack begin.

By your command,
imperious Leader.

We're doing fine!

Whoops.

There's too many of them.

Go for the ceilings.
Set fire to the tylium.

That must be why
you're a captain.

Call out the entire garrison.

Scanner's picking up a large
body of objects closing rapidly.

Scan for alien forms.

A wiping clean of the slate
of animosities and prejudice.

This way! This way!

Run, Boxey!

Captain, where have
you guys been?

We've been looking
all over for you!

Come on!

When these fires reach hyper-combustion,
the whole planet's gonna blow.

Let's get out of here!

Oh, frak!

Form scan positive. Multiple
three-passenger vehicles.

Cylon attack craft.

So they spring their trap.

Enemy approaching,
90 microns.

Arm weapons.

An opportunity to throw down our
arms and prove once and for all

that peace begets peace,
and love begets love.

And so, I...

Everybody, listen to me!

I want everybody to move quickly
and orderly towards the exits!

That is an order!

Stay where you are!
I'm in charge here!

Do what the man says!
He's in charge...

Over here, Muff it.
I'm gonna save you.

Enemy closing, 70 microns.

Enemy approaching,
55 microns.

Serina, take Boxey!

I'll be back.

Let's go! Move it out!
Take it easy!

Muff it! Wait! We can't
leave without Muff it!

We can't leave
without Muff it.

Let's go!

Do you have any idea where these
Landrams are coming from?

I don't know.

Landrams courtesy
of Commander Adama.

Thirty-five microns
and closing.

Jolly, what are you doing
in combat dress?

The rest of Blue Squadron didn't
get to go to the party, sir.

I guess they had to
let you go, though,

or they'd have been wise
they didn't have

all the military
personnel there.

Well, if you didn't go to the
party, who were those guys?

Anybody the commander could find
in fleet to fill the uniforms.

You should've seen
the one that got mine.

Enemy closing, 30 microns.

Recall all Warriors from surface.
Yes, sir.

Stand by to attack.

Twenty-five microns.

And closing.

I want you ladies
in that shuttle craft.

Jolly, what's going on?

The whole squadron's waiting
for orders from the Galactica.

Yahoo!

Fifteen microns.

Cylon attack force
now closing to killer range.

They'll take you
in the shuttle.

Let's go.
Bye.

Take care of your mom.

I wish he could be my daddy.

Enemy closing in, 10 microns.

They are not
sending out Interceptors.

We have taken them
completely by surprise.

Closing in, five microns.

Four, three, two, one.

Positive shield, now!

Starbuck?

Revved and ready
for takeoff.

It's coming right at us.

Fire in the bay!

Damage control.

Your wing ready, Jolly?

Ready, sir.

Boomer?
Ready, Captain.

Let's go.

There's nothing
to stop them!

Sir, incoming surface
squadron doesn't seem

to match any known
Cylon war machines.

Are they gonna be surprised.

If we don't stop them,
we're gonna have

to go back and live
on that rock.

On target.

That one's for the Atlantia.

Here's one for Zac.

Father, they're ours!
All of them! But how?

Looks to me like
a lot of our boys

violated orders
and skipped the party.

Yes, make a note, Colonel, to
discuss discipline in the ranks.

Yes, sir.

Starbuck?
Yo.

On your tail.
Nothing to worry about.

Felgercarb!

Boomer, you give him a hand.

I'm on my way.

Don't take too long, Boomer.

Thanks for the assist.

Squadron Vector Alpha.
I'm onto three.

Uh, make that two.

Let's go! Press it home!
Press it home!

I think
we got them on the run.

Now, let's see if we can
find that Cylon base ship.

Nothing on my scanner.

It's hidden
someplace behind Carillon.

That's the only way it could have
approached us without being picked up.

We're not gonna
let that base ship go.

It can follow us
at a safe distance

and plot our every move until
the reinforcements arrive.

Let's go down on the deck
beneath the scanners.

Warriors requesting permission to
locate and pursue Cylon base ship.

No. Colonel, we must
conserve our resources

if we're to find a home
for our people.

Bring the fleet home.

Get onto
Cylon frequency.

What for?

They can't see us, but
they'll be able to hear us.

Doing what? Praying?

No, you're gonna be
Red and Blue Squadrons,

and I'm gonna be
Green and Yellow.

I'll be Red and Blue...
Oh, I get it!

No, I don't.

Sir, two of our Warriors are
overdue and unaccounted for.

Who?

It's Captain Apollo, sir.

Who else?

And Starbuck.

I see.

Switching frequencies now.

This is Green Leader to Red.

All ships in formation and
ready for attack. Come in.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, we're all ready.
Every one of us.

Speak, Centurion.

By your command.

Colonial Viper squadrons
approaching in large numbers.

Surely our Raiders are
close enough to defend us.

All Raiders are still engaged
against the Galactica.

Retreat base ship behind the
protection of Carillon.

Their scanners
will not be able to find us.

Yellow Leader, we have
your squadron in visual contact.

Uh, right.

Green Leader,
I've got two more squadrons

requesting permission
to join us.

Purple and Orange squadrons.

They're just dying
for a good fight.

Been on reconnaissance
for centons.

Purple and Orange?

Uh, negative, Blue Leader.
Let's not get carried away.

We've got all the manpower we
need to knock out one base ship.

Commander, we're picking up
some attack signals

between Purple
and Orange squadrons.

We don't have Purple
and Orange squadrons.

Purple and Orange?

Starbuck and Apollo?

Lord help them both.

The Warriors
continue to advance.

At least six squadrons.

Recall all Raiders
to defend base ship.

All Raiders
are all destroyed.

All destroyed? How?

We took them by surprise.

Apparently, it was not as big a
surprise as we had hoped for.

Retreat closer to Carillon
below their scanners.

There are reports of fires.

I said lower,
or they will destroy us.

By your command.

Just ahead. There she is.

Lovely.

What do we do? Ram her?

We are now picking up attacking
Warriors on the scanner.

We are too close
to the surface.

Sir, telemetry reports surface of
Carillon reaching vapor point.

There are only two ships.
It is a deception.

Open fire and retreat
from the planet.

Uh, Apollo...

Okay, Starbuck,
let's get out of here

before that tylium we set on
fire blows the planet apart.

Negative field, now.

She's going to explode.

Let's go home.

Some home. A piece of metal
in the middle of nowhere.

Beats just plain nowhere

at least until
we find Earth.

Think we'll ever
really find it?

We'll find it someday.

Let's go in.

Fleeing from
the Cylon tyranny,

the last battlestar,
Galactica,

leads a ragtag fugitive fleet
on a lonely quest.

A shining planet
known as Earth.