All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica - 4x12b - A Disquiet Follows My Soul

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica...

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

- Cally!
- Stay the frak away from me!

I heard you. You're Cylons.

I know you've been spending
a lot of time interrogating the Six.

I'm not torturing her if that's
what your worried about.

Cottle tells me she's pregnant.

You just gonna lie down and quit?

I was wrong about everything.

And all those people who listened

and trusted me, they're dead.

We will find a new home.

This is a promise
I intend to keep.

Get the Cylon baseship on the horn.

See if our new allies want to
come along for the ride.

Frak.

"There is a languor of the life"

"more imminent than pain."

"Tis pain's successor"

"when the soul has suffered all it can."

I don't see anything.

Wait, I see something.

- Where?
- Right there. Wait... No?

- I thought I saw it.
- Saw what?

Everyone shut the frak up
for a second.

Got it. There.

Yeah, there it is.

I see it.

I see it!

Oh, my God, there is it.
It's so beautiful.

I still don't see anything.

Try looking with your eyes.

Eye.

Here, Colonel.

See, this is the head, shoulder,

and there's a little hand.

I'll be damned.

It's our baby, Saul.

Our baby.

I need a drink.

Here, next best thing.

That's a lot of smoking
around a pregnant lady.

She'll live.

Look at that, Saul.

Do you know what that is, really?

That's the future
of the entire Cylon race.

Kid doesn't even have a name yet

and already loading up
on the expectations?

All he has to do is be born.

No Cylon-Cylon pairing has
ever produced a child, ever.

Believe me, it's been tried.

That means it's...

That means it's possible for our race
to survive even without resurrection.

The Cylon nation will survive.

Ishay, get me the foetal monitor.

I want to work up a complete
biophysical profile on this saviour.

Oh, sorry, Felix.

He's backed up today,
but he shouldn't be much longer.

No problem. At least the
Cylons are having fun, right?

I mean, Earth's a cinder.
Dee's dead.

Suicides are up.
Fleet's a mess.

President's missing in action,

but, hey, gotta make sure
the Cylons are taken care of.

Rub this into the skin
and it'll help with the drying

and the chaffing, all right?

I've gone through two jars
of that stuff already.

It doesn't do anything.
The end cap needs to be refitted.

I already told him it's too high on one side,
but he won't listen.

I'm sorry, Felix. I'm really sorry.

Look, I promise I will get you in there
as soon as I can. It's just been crazy...

I need help!
I need help!

- It's busy today, Chief.
- He's peeing blood.

- It's gonna be a while.
- Get him to bed three.

I'll go and get the doctor.

- Sorry.
- No problem.

Ishay, where's the damn foetal monitor?

- Can't keep those toasters waiting.
- Right.

- Admiral! Admiral!
- Yes.

Is Colonel Tigh still serving
as executive officer?

And aren't you concerned
about having a Cylon

as second in command?

I'm not gonna discuss
military protocol

or chain of command.

Yes?

Is it true your contemplating forming
a permanent alliance

with the rebel Cylons
currently in this fleet?

I'm not gonna talk
about hypotheticals.

Mr. Vice President,
would you support such a move?

No comment.

Serious! Unbelievable!

Where is President Roslin?

Thank you, Playa.

The president is resting
comfortably aboard Galactica.

Last question?

Yes, Seku.

Do you have an information
on the identity of the fifth Cylon?

We believe the fifth Cylon
to be dead.

But you're not sure?

No, but we believe she died
some time ago...

- She?
- How do you know it was a woman?

That was the last question.

Thank you all very much for coming.

Oh, my gods,
I can't believe I said that.

- What was that about?
- Forget about it.

Permanent alliance between
this government and the Cylons,

any Cylons,
is out of the question.

- I hope you both know that.
- Well, it's not your call.

Is it yours?

Are you the president again?

Sorry, I get confused what your job is
on any given day.

Laura Roslin is still the president.
She'll make the final call.

And where is Laura Roslin?

Oh, that's right. Resting comfortably
aboard Galactica.

Funny how she dropped out of sight

ever since her prophecies about Earth
turned out to be a bunch of crap.

We're done here.

If you try to shove an alliance with
the Cylons down our throats,

there'll be consequences, Admiral.

I promise you.

Thank you, Mr. Zarek.

Makes it a little bit easier...

...to know who to hold responsible
if there's an unfortunate incident.

I'm not hard to find, Admiral.

I'm right here,
running the government.

For now.

The feeling on the baseship

is that we'd rather take
our chances with you

than risk running into
Cavil's forces alone.

We?

Yeah. We. Cylons.

That description fit anyone
around here you know?

Have this discussion another time.

What about the FTL question?

It's possible.

It's labour-intensive,
a lot of grunt work,

but we should be able to upgrade

all the jump drives in the entire fleet
with Cylon technology.

Not gonna be easy to sell
the quorum on this one.

Frak the quorum.

These are civilian ships.
What are you gonna do?

Upgrade their engines at gunpoint?

We need the quorum to get
civilian co-operation.

All right. What'll it take to get
the quorum to sign off?

Well, the first issue's gonna be whether
we can make these upgrades

with Galactica personnel only.

It's one thing to accept
Cylon technology.

It's quite another to have actual Cylons
aboard their ships.

I barely understand this stuff, I'm...

We are gonna need teams
of Sharons and Sixes...

possibly Leobens,
just to do the installations.

They'll go nuts.

We gotta sell 'em on it.
Point out the benefits.

Athena tells me the upgrades should
triple the fleet's jump capacity.

Absolutely.
And that's conservative.

Their technology...

Our technology
is way ahead of ours.

Yours.

Maybe you'd like a chart
to keep it all straight.

- What do you think?
- Well...

Tripling jump capacity
triples our chances

of finding a habitable planet before
we run out of food and fuel.

- That I might be able to sell.
- What's the catch?

Because there is a catch, right,
former chief?

We want to be part of the fleet.

Not just along for the ride.

Full members, citizens, seat on the quorum,
the whole thing.

- What?
- Are you insane?

It's non-negotiable.

You want Cylon technology.

We want safety in case
Cavil's forces arrive.

Now, if we're citizens,

you oath states that you protect us
just like everybody else.

And the other Cylons,

they really think that
that will guarantee your safety?

Yes, they do.

I've convinced them the admiral takes
these sorts of things very seriously.

That he would rather lose the fleet
than break the oath.

Unlike certain other people.

Unlike certain other people.

I understand the argument.

It makes sense from their perspective.

You're not seriously
thinking about this?

Sir.

You're not seriously thinking
about this, sir?

All options are on the table, Mr. Gaeta.

This is a political decision.

I'll have to run it by the president.

Thank you all.

Admiral, can I have a word?

Acute renal failure.
I think we caught it in time

to manage with dialysis.

However, this is a chance

that this could lead to
chronic renal failure.

And if that happens,
he's gonna lose a kidney.

What's the next step?
What do I do?

Do I, give some blood?
Build up a supply?

We have enough of his type
in the blood bank.

He's half-Cylon.

You got a lot of half-Cylon blood
just lying around, do you?

No, no, you're right.
I hadn't thought about that.

We should tap a vein
and start a supply right away.

This is ridiculous.
You have to tell him.

- Ishay!
- Tell me what?

This little boy could die.

His father should know.

Ishay, zip it!

What the hell is she talking about?

We'll talk about this later.

I guess you'd better come with me.

Hey, buddy. How's it going?

All right...
This is gonna be a shock.

But I want you to know that I was bound
by doctor-patient confidentiality in this.

Even though she's dead now,
it's still applied.

Cally.

You're talking about Cally.

What the frak does...

I'm not his father, am I?

I'm sorry.

She found out she was pregnant
just before you got married.

She wasn't sure that
you were the father.

She wanted me
to terminate the pregnancy.

And the procedure is illegal,
but there are ways around it.

However, she decided to keep it.

Then later on she asked me
to do a paternity test

because she wanted to know.

And it wasn't me.

- Who?
- He doesn't know either.

I'll be damned if he's gonna
find out that he's a father

from a pissed off former deck chief
with a Cylon chip on shoulder.

No, I'll have to tell him.

I'll tell him, and then the two of you
can work it out on your own.

Take care of him.

Great.

You know the president
stopped returning my calls.

She's going through a rough patch.
We all are.

She'll get through it.
Just take time.

Okay.

But we're going to need to know
her stance on this citizenship thing

sooner rather than later.

I'll talk to you about it later.

Get me the president.

If we can sway public
opinion towards us, or...

at least not against us...

...do you think that Zarek
and the quorum can be handled?

He's probably right.

I'm so stiff.

- You sure you're up for this?
- Yeah, just...

I'm just stretching, a little aerobics.

Truth is, I haven't felt
this good in months.

Oh, it hurts, it's good.

When you have to go in
for another Doloxan treatment?

Tomorrow.

Good.

Lee thinks,
and I agree with him,

you should address the fleet.

Make a public declaration

that an alliance with the Cylons
is critical

for our long-term survival.

Sure. Not just yet, though.
I need a little time.

That's what I told him.

We need you, Laura.

I know that you're tired,
but we need you.

I hear you.

I do, trust me.
I need a little time.

Go.

Go.

- Just don't overdo it, all right?
- I won't.

- Captain Thrace?
- Whatever it is, I'm not in the mood, Felix.

Oh, so you think I should give
a frak about your mood?

Okay, let's have it.

You tried to throw me
out an airlock once.

Still crying about that?

The charges at the time

were collaborating with an enemy
in a time of war.

Waiting for the punch line.

It turns out the jury that convicted me
was made of two Cylons

and a woman married to a Cylon.

Rim shot!

Big laugh, applause,
applause, applause.

Are we done?

Oh, no, wait. I'm sorry, I forgot.
We haven't gotten to the leg yet.

Fifty billion people are dead and I'm
supposed to give a frak about your leg?

Yeah, who killed those
fifty billion people, Kara?

- It wasn't me.
- No, it was your husband.

Are you enjoying yourself?

Is this how you get
your kicks these days?

Oh, wait, I'm sorry.
I meant half-kicks.

What was Sam doing on Caprica
before he so conveniently met you?

You ever wonder?

You think maybe he
nuked a few cities?

Executed a few thousand prisoners?

I'm just wondering.

Well, then again,
maybe you're a Cylon too.

At least I'm not a gimp.

One day, one day soon,
there's gonna be a reckoning, Kara.

And once again people are gonna
have to answer for what they've done.

Is that a threat?

You're godsdamn right that's a threat.

Well, you know where to find me, Felix.

And in case you're wondering,

I will definitely hit a cripple.

Or anyone else.

I guess a pity frak's
out of the question then?

Somebody close that hatch.

Let's talk.

Point of order, please.

Point of order, please.

Chair exercises its right
to bring a motion forward.

In prison, you start to confuse
your hopes and dreams with reality.

You start to...

believe that because you want
something to happen...

Parole, a pardon, appeal, a writ...

You start to believe
that it will happen.

You live on wishes.

Way things should be,
instead of the way they are.

And all because you can't face reality.

The leaders of this fleet are
succumbing to wishful thinking

because they can't face reality.

And the reality is that
the Roslin-Adama administration...

...has lead us nowhere.

Earth was a mirage.

A fantasy they dangled in front of us

for four long years
in order to maintain power.

A fantasy they dreamed up

as a way to hold on
and control the government

over the democratic wishes
of the population.

So now what is our feckless
and dispirited leadership

doing to solidify their position
after failing us so miserably?

Turning to the Cylons.

The Cylons for help.

Aren't the Cylons the reason
we're out here in the first place?

Aren't they the enemy?

Or are they suddenly our friends

if that helps keep
Roslin-Adama in power?

Point of order. The chair needs to
bring a motion, not make a speech.

Thank you, Mr. Adama.

The chair moves that any decision

on allowing Cylons to board
any ship in this fleet

be made by the captain and people
living on that ship,

and not the Roslin-Adama administration.

What we need right now is unity.
This is a fleet-wide issue.

We need to stand together.
It affects all of us.

Sagittaron calls the question.

Tauron seconds.

Question has been called and seconded.
All in favour?

All opposed?

Vote is 11 to 1.
Motion carries.

No Cylon will board a ship in this fleet
without permission of its people.

Thank you, Tom.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What?

Motherfraker.
Son of a...

It's a big ship.

You ran the whole route?

Half.

It's more than I've run in
a long time.

You're flushed.
You look good.

Thank you.

You're not supposed to look good.

You're supposed to be in sickbay
with a tube in your arm.

Changed my mind.

Like hell.

You never intended to go.

Caught.

Send me to the brig.

I can run there.

Cottle says you're experiencing

a moment of euphoria
as your body recovers from

the toxicity of the treatments.

So much for doctor-patient confidentiality.

Well, the president's health
is a security issue.

My resignation will be
on your desk in the hour.

I'm not gonna hand the presidency
over to Tom Zarek.

Then the status quo will have to do.

Stop it. Listen, we need you.

Zarek's got the quorum in an uproar.

The press is going crazy.

The government is spinning
out of control.

Now, we need you.

Take your hands off me, Bill.

I've played my role in this farce.

"A dying leader will guide
the people to the..."

Frakkin'...

I've been there. I've done that.
Now what?

Is there another role
that I have to play

for the rest of my life?

Do you remember what we
said on New Caprica?

How we talked about trying
to live for today?

Well, you better think about that,
because...

...maybe tomorrow really
isn't coming.

Maybe today is all we have left.

And maybe...

Just maybe...

I've earned the right to live a little
before I die.

Haven't I?

What do you think?

Haven't I?

Yes, you've earned it.

I have.

Well, guess what?

So have you.

Now get out of my way.

What manner of forgiveness

are you seeking?

Is it that of disobedient children?

Are you? Are you children?

- No.
- Well, obviously you're a child.

We have some children here,
but to the rest of you,

in your mind's eye,

are you all just children

who transgressed against
your father's divine will?

No, we've done nothing wrong.

Are you being punished
for your multitude of sins?

- Are you?
- No.

Is this really our lot?

To have been lead...

by a father...

...to the Promised Land.

We shouldn't have to suffer.

- Just keep talking.
- To paradise...

Only to have paradise

cruelly smashed to bits
before our very eyes?

Are these the actions of a father

towards his children?

No.

It's not right.

What have you done?

What have you done to
deserve this punishment?

What sins have you committed?

What dark thoughts have you harboured
that condemn you?

Condemn you...

...to wander through
the universe without hope?

Without light?

So you have to ask yourself

what kind of a father
abandons his own children

to despair and loneliness!?

No father!

Perhaps we are not the ones
in need of forgiveness.

- No, we're not!
- Perhaps we're not.

- Perhaps we have been wronged!
- Yes, we have!

Perhaps it is God

who should come down here
and beg for our forgiveness!?

- Am I right!?
- Yeah!

- Am I right!?
- Yeah!

Well, shout it to God!

What have you done
for me lately!?

Where have you been!?

There is a disease aboard this ship,

and it is a disease of denial!

Am I right!?

Well, don't tell me!
Shout it to God!

Cottle told me.
I didn't know.

We need to...
We should talk.

Yeah!

Get off me!

It's a godsdamn uprising!

With all due respect, Colonel, I don't think
we're there yet, but we do have a problem.

A problem? Ten of our ships refuse
a direct order from the flagship.

Another twelve won't even
respond to our hails!

They're not doing anything illegal.
The quorum gave every ship the right

to refuse any Cylon
or Cylon technology aboard.

Jump drive upgrades
is a military decision

outside the authority of the quorum.

And you alone get
to make that determination?

- Sir?
- Yes, Mr. Gaeta.

I get to make that determination.

You have a problem with that?

Admiral, we're in receipt
of an emergency signal

from our marine commander
aboard the Hitei Kan...

The crew of the tylium ship has mutinied.

They killed a Cylon and two marines.

Scramble the mardet alert team
and launch the assault Raptor.

This is the XO.

Scramble the mordent alert team.

Mutiny aboard Hitei Kan.

Admiral, tylium ship's
pulling out of formation,

spinning up their FTL drives.

I want to talk to whoever's in charge
of that ship right now.

Hitei Kan, Hitei Kan,
This is Galactica. Please respond.

This is a priority signal
from Galactica actual to the...

current commander of your ship.

Sir, their drives are spooled up.

Where's my assault team?

Raptor's launching now.

Galactica, Athena.

We've cleared the bay
and are en route to Hitei Kan.

Hitei Kan,
Hitei Kan, this is Galactica.

Please respond.

Mr. Hoshi!

I'm trying, Admiral, but they're not...

Wait.

They're communicating
with Colonial One, sir.

The president?

Can't be.
She's aboard Galactica.

Let's hear it.

The dradis!

The dradis shows a Raptor and Vipers
heading straight for us.

They'll be here any minute.

They have no right to board your ship
without your permission.

Son of a bitch.

What should we do,
Mr. Vice President?

Every citizen has the right to protect
themselves from oppression.

Take whatever measures
you think necessary.

She jumped.

Hitei Kan has jumped away, sir.

Taking all our fuel with them.

You know, there are days
that I really hate this job.

Put me on scramble.

Athena...

Galactica actual.

I read you, actual.

You're ordered to board
the Colonial One.

Locate and arrest the vice president,

Then bring him back to Galactica.

Roger that, actual.
Arrest and return to Galactica.

What are my orders if he resists?

In that case...

...the use of deadly force
is authorised.

I don't know anything
about being a father.

It sucks.

Except for the parts that don't.

All right.

First lessons in parenting.

Sit.

Your kid's in the hospital,

you never leave them alone
no matter what.

Someone's always here.

You get first shift, Dad.

Wait.

How long do I sit here?

Until I get back.

That'll be after I sober up.

Sworn statements.

Transcripts of wireless conversations.
Shipping records.

All kinds of documents really.

Compiled over the last year
with one theme.

The buying and the selling
of the vice president's office.

So this is a conversation
about extortion.

No. About law and order.
But you can call it what you want.

You see, I believe that you would
walk happily to the gallows...

or languish in a cell
for the rest of your life...

...if you could do it
as a martyr to your cause.

But the idea of being
publically humiliated

as a corrupt politician
with your hand in the till,

well, that would scare you.

Somehow I don't think
that the legend and the myth

of Tom Zarek,
the political prisoner

and a man of conscience,

can survive the airing
of that much dirty laundry.

You really think the fleet
is going to sit still

for a long and politically
motivated trial

while you make an alliance
with the Cylons?

I think without the tylium ship,
we're not going anywhere.

We're gonna sit here for a long time.

At least we won't be bored.

You think I know
where the tylium ship is?

- Yes, I do.
- Why?

Because I know that you do.

Read the file.

Some juicy stuff.

Make a great story for the press.

Murder and extortion.

You know what the difference
is between you and I, Admiral?

You wear that uniform.

And I don't.

You can cool your heels here
until I check these out.

I wouldn't eat the food.

Here's our tylium ship.

- Well, that was fast. How did you do it?
- I appealed to his intellect.

- Should I send in a medic?
- No, he's fine.

Well, you're not.
Maybe you should see a medic.

You look like hell.

Feel like it too.
I need to rest.

Well, you earned it.

Let me know when they find
the tylium ship.

- I'll be with the president.
- You got it.

Give this to Hoshi.
Tell him to file it.

Laundry reports?

Hitei Kan, this is Athena.

Stand by to be boarded.

Any resistance will be
met with force.

This is your only warning.

Understood.

Every revolution begins with
one small act of courage.

But I hope you know
how serious this is.

I hope you understand that this
will have consequences.

Deadly consequences...

...for a lot of people.

I've thought about the consequences.

And I'm ready for them.

We all are.

How many is "we"?

Enough.

But once it starts,
we'll get more support.

People know something
has to be done, I mean...

The world is frakked.
It's upside-down,

and somebody's gotta
turn it right-side up.

Are you that man?

I'm one of them.

But I need a partner.

You've got one.

That's good.
Take it from here, Saul.

See you in the morning.

They found the tylium ship.

Do you care?

Neither do I.