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(DRAMATIC INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

STARBUCK: 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.

SKULLS: Hey, I am picking up a large planetary body.

It's habitable. We may have just found a world that can support human life.

ROSLIN: 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 12 Colonies of Kobol.

And I am 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.

CALLY: At last, a safe haven we can call home.

Oh, my Gods!

The Cylon fleet, they found us.

APOLLO: 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.

ADAMA: 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.

The Cylons just jumped into orbit.

And the fleet's jumped away. They've left us.

BALTAR: On behalf of the people of the 12 Colonies,

I surrender.

I'm looking for Kara Thrace.

(PRISONER SCREAMS)

(COUGHS)

Do you know that every time they take you out of this cell,

we come in here and we change those little hashmarks

on your little calendar there you're trying to hide?

(LAUGHING)

Potatoes, gravy, even some carrots.

Heavenly Father, we thank you for the bounty of this table.

ELLEN: Yes.

(CAVIL MOANING)

Yes.

Come on, don't stop.

Come on, come on, you son of a bitch!

You son of a bitch!

(MOANING)

Oh, yeah.

(CAVIL SHOUTING)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, boy.

(PANTING)

(LAUGHING)

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 when do I get what I want?

(EXHALES)

I believe that's happening right now.

(EXHALING)

We reviewed your case today,

and I must say there was great disappointment on the review committee.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Come on.

We've got to get you processed. It'll take an hour or so.

Bureaucracy must be served.

But if you're lucky, you'll get home by dinnertime.

Colonel, come on.

I'm not gonna hold this door open forever.

MAN ON PA: Attention, New Capricans. Effective immediately, a pot of water

will be given to residents in even-numbered pods on even-numbered days

and odd-numbered pods on odd-numbered days. Rationing will be...

Saul!

(EXCLAIMS)

Oh, sweetheart. What did they do to you?

It's all right. I'm out, and that's all that matters.

Come on, now, let's get out of here.

Okay.

Okay, ready? Now!

Oh, for frak sakes. Come on! Come on!

Is that thing gonna work or what?

(WHOOPS)

It worked that time. Come on. Go, go!

Frakking insurgents.

You look so lovely tonight.

I'll see you soon, Kara.

Take your time.

(CHOKES)

(THEME MUSIC)

ROSLIN: "One hundred and thirty fourth 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 morale,

"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 the 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 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.

No, 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 less than 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 separated us from humans for so long.

CAVIL: And what has it gotten us?

It's not like they welcomed us with...

Oh, frak it, never mind. You're all living in a fantasy world.

Consider the irony in that!

(LAUGHING)

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.

ROSLIN: "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,

"the members of the human police

"have since become an extension of the Cylons' corporeal authority.

"And while their names are kept deeply confidential,

"there's 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.

There we go.

(SHUSHING)

It looks like Mommy's gonna get some sleep tonight after all.

(COOING)

You know, sometimes I hate everything about this place.

But sometimes it's magic.

(COOING)

(SIGHS)

I gotta go. 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.

A couple hours, 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.

It looked like a hardboiled egg.

Big boom today.

Hope that was you two.

Oh, yeah. A heavy Raider, too.

Good man. What's our next target?

Well, we got these today.

They're security plans for the graduation ceremony

of 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. The 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 me wanna puke.

Yeah, well, all of 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.

(GROANING)

Where are we on the wireless?

Nowhere. Every day we try and contact the Raptor,

and every day the Cylons jam the transmission.

I've asked the inside source to tell us

which of the Cylon jamming frequencies are the weakest,

but so far I've 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. You watch your frakking mouth!

There's a Raptor out there every day, listening for our 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.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR OPENING)

LEOBEN: Hi, honey. I'm home.

(EXHALES)

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.

You're right.

You're right.

And I hear you. I do.

Okay.

So, thank you.

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.

I'm willing to wait. You just need more time.

I don't need more frakking 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.

(GASPS)

Either way, you're spending the night with me.

(LAUGHS)

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!

MAN 1: Racetrack, adjust your center line 20 degrees.

MAN 2: Snowbird Three, get in formation.

RACETRACK: Okay, Snowbirds, let's nail this exercise.

MAN 3: How many times are we gonna run this thing?

RACETRACK: What, you're not having fun?

Come on, focus, Snowbirds!

HELO: 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.

RACETRACK: Roger, Kat.

We go on your command.

Bomb bay doors opened.

All Vipers break. Now, now, now!

RACETRACK: Deploy drones on my mark.

Three, two, one, mark!

(ALARM SOUNDING)

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.

MAN 4: Roger that, leader.

HELO: Snowbirds, fall back. Abort the drill. Await further instructions.

RACETRACK: Frak, they're on my wing.

KAT: Galactica, Kat. It is a mess out here.

We've 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 the tanker bird.

Let them practice their in-flight refueling before they recover the drones

and 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?

Huh? 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!

KAT: Collision! We've had a collision!

APOLLO: Give me your status, Kat.

KAT: Bingo, Wally, speak to me!

BINGO: I'm losing flight control!

I've got red lights all across the board!

Kat, I'm in a wild spin! I'm losing hydraulics. My wing is going.

Galactica, Kat. I'm declaring an emergency.

Request priority landing for two bent birds.

Pull them in! Yes, sir.

Roger that, Kat. Bring your birds back home.

Further instructions to follow.

This whole thing is frakking insane.

We've got two ships at half strength.

We've 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 frakking 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!

DUCK: Good shot, Anders.

PLAYER 1: Go ahead and set it up.

SAM: Move inside! Give me the ball, right here!

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. The kid's got access and clearance.

We've got to be square on this. You can't back out once you've started.

I'm not backing out.

It's wrong, Colonel. You know that, don't you?

He's a soldier, Chief.

It's not the first time we've sent a soldier on a one-way mission.

You know that, don't you?

(TYROL SIGHS)

This is different.

This is our best chance to take out Gaius Baltar.

It may be the only one, and we're sure as frak gonna take it.

Ever since they killed Nora,

I've got nothing to live for.

PLAYER 2: Let's go, set it up.

(PANTING)

Now look me in the eye and you tell me that you are committed to this.

I'm committed.

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.

ADAMA: It's a hard thing to say,

but it seems like I don't know who my son is anymore.

The same goes for the crew, the ship.

I feel pretty much alone. Except maybe for you.

I wish I could come 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 this 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, losing my 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 Wwe 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 get 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.

(CLEARS THROAT)

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 want to hear it because you've got it in your head

that your father's the soldier,

and you sure don't want to 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.

(WHIMPERS)

(BEEPING)

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.

The last listening bird almost got popped by a pair yesterday.

I've almost got it.

(BEEPING)

Oh, frak. Turn that thing down.

It's working. 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've got a link to the ground.

Okay, send the coded response, spin up the drive,

and let's get the hell back to Galactica.

We've got a signal.

The Raptor just made contact with us.

TIGH: What's it say?

"Will make contact this frequency every twelve hours.

"Prepare sitrep for command authority. Have hope. We're coming for you."

RACETRACK: 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 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.

Two hundred.

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.

(STUTTERING)

I know I haven't lived a model life.

I made a lot of mistakes.

I'm gonna need your protection today.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

GAETA: Mr. President?

CAPRICA SIX: Good morning, Gaeta.

It's time for the graduation ceremony.

Oh, yes, the ceremony.

About the ceremony. There's 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 if the Galactica's gonna come back.

What, 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.

MAN ON SPEAKER: ...hormonal imbalances or neurological disorders.

But many have found relief at the New Caprica medical center

where a crack team of human and Cylon physicians...

(CROWD CHATTERING)

Hey, Duck.

OFFICER: Fall in!

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 the significance of this new path is not lost on you.

Congratulations. It's good to have you with us.

Congratulations, Sergeant. A dangerous mission.

Congratulations, Captain. It's great to have you with us.

I'll see you soon, Nora.

(THEME MUSIC)