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TIGH: The Cylons
were created by man.

LEOBEN: They rebelled.

SIMON: They evolved.

HYBRID:
They look and feel human.

BOOMER: Some are programmed
to think they are human.

NO. 6:
There are many copies.

CAVIL:
And they have a plan.

CAVIL: I was doing fine
here. Thanks for exposing me.

BROTHER CAVIL: You weren't
doing fine, thank goodness.

If you'd wiped
out this fleet,

you'd have made us
even more irredeemable

in the eyes
of our parents.

No, I'd have proved us
to be superior.

No, no, see, I've figured
out what went wrong.

Well, that's a very useful
revelation to have

when you're standing
in front of an airlock.

Nonetheless...
Our failure is obvious.

We had our foot on the throat of humanity
and we failed to step down hard enough.

That was our error.

Have you learned nothing in
all this time in this fleet?

Because I learned a great deal
among the rebels on Caprica.

Every killing of a human
being was a grievous error.

Do you want to know why?

I really don't.

Are you certain?
Because it's fascinating.

Listen, Brother,
if you're right,

that means this whole project
was doomed from the beginning.

Yes.
From the very top.

CAVIL: Dad.

Mom.

Dad. Mom. Dad.

Our parents will be
back with us soon.

Of course,
skin and veins and bones,

they won't survive
the death of the Colonies.

Life among humans
will have humbled them.

When they resurrect,
they'll return

with apologies tumbling
from their lips like jewels.

Yes. Be prepared for
some very sticky hugs.

CAVIL: You know, I've got a yen to
experience a nuclear holocaust in person.

Perhaps with our dear
mother here,

I'll slide in another tub, and
we can download side-by-side,

after the bombs
hit on Picon.

Well, indulge
yourself if you want.

But I'll be on Caprica, making
final arrangements with our contact.

So if you're going to go,
go soon.

BALTAR: It may interest you to know
that the final results of the CNP project

are working close to 95%
efficiency throughout the Fleet.

Hold your applause, please.

NO. 6: No applause for me?

I doubt you would've ever
completed the project without me.

Yes. Well,
you helped a bit.

I rewrote
half your algorithms.

All right,
you were extremely helpful,

but let's not forget,
you got something out of it.

All that poking around
inside the defense mainframe.

It should give you a huge advantage
bidding for the contract next year.

You know that's not
really why I did it.

No. You did it
'cause you love me.

I have to go.
I'm meeting someone.

Right.

Really? Who is he?
I'm insanely jealous.

I doubt that.

(WHISPERING)
So touchy today.

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm
meeting someone, too. Business.

A new project at Defense
I might do, so...

You'll call me later,
right?

It's about time. I wondered
when you'd get here.

Are you clear
on the timing?

0700 tomorrow,
Caprica City time.

I recommend you leave
this body behind.

The alternative won't make
for a very pleasant memory.

Oh, and I hear that poison
is really not that bad.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(EXHALES)

You really like those olives,
don't you?

(CHUCKLES)

Maybe. Maybe I just like
how I look reaching for them.

(GIGGLES)

Ellen Tigh.

Bartender, let's have
another one for the lady.

Thank you.
You're welcome.

So, you don't have a name?

I am a mysterious stranger.

Ooh!

HYBRID: Seized by God, they cry
for succor in the dark of the light.

Mists of dreams dribble on the
nascent echo and love no more.

Jump.

And why are you here,
Ellen?

I mean, you're so obviously
intended for greater things.

Are you a priest?

Would it matter?

(LAUGHING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

You're up.

HYBRID: Counting down.
All functions nominal.

All functions optimal.
Counting down.

The center holds. The
falcon hears the falconer.

Infrastructure, check. Wetware, check.
Everyone hang on to the life bar, please.

(EXHALES)

(LAUGHS)
Help?

Anybody wanna
save the lady?

I'll save you, baby.

HYBRID: Apotheosis was the
beginning before the beginning.

Devices on alert. Observe the
procedures of a general alert.

The base and the pinnacle.

The flower inside the fruit that
is both its parent and its child.

Decadent as ancestors. The
portal and that which passes.

(CHUCKLES) No. No, don't
sweat it. I'll make the flight.

MAN ON PHONE: You
gonna have enough time?

Yes. They run Delphi to C City
every hour now.

(LAUGHING)

HYBRID: Nuclear devices
activated,

and the machine keeps
pushing time through the cogs,

like paste into strings
into paste again,

and only the machine keeps using
time to make time to make time.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

HYBRID: And when the machine stops,
time was an illusion that we created.

Free will, 12 battles, three
stars, and yet we are countless

as the bodies in which we dwell,
are both parent and infinite children

in perfect copies.
No degradation.

Oh, now, now,
don't tense up, Mysterious.

I'm just saying there's no
point in judging anybody.

No one changes
who they really are.

If no one is corrected, then
no one learns their lessons.

Well, I've lived
in this world a long time,

and I'm proud to say that I haven't
learned any godsdamn lessons.

(LAUGHING)

The makers of the makers
fall before the child.

Accessing defense system.
Handshake, handshake.

HYBRID: Second level clear.
It's begun.

MAN 1 ON RADIO:
Caprica Control, Yashuman.

Heavy bogeys, six plus,
lower orbit, over grid 15-2.

MAN 2 ON RADIO:
No joy, Yashuman.

Then go to your window and look up.
They're big as frakking asteroids.

Copy, Yashuman.
Still blind.

Got some kind of system-wide
crash in the defense grid.

Try to unfrak yourself
right godsdamned now,

'cause we got multiple inbound,
and they're not carrying flowers.

Wait one, Yashuman.

We don't have one left.

Accepting scan.
Love outlasts death.

MAN 1: I'm going hot.

MAN 3: Blue leader, do you
read me? Blue leader, come back.

I got no radio contact.

MAN 4: I'm down, too.

It's like somebody pulled
the plug. We're adrift.

HYBRID: Their ships fail.
Skittering like...

It's been
a long time coming.

HYBRID: Is meaningless in the absence
of time. What never was is never again.

I bet they don't understand
what we're doing for them.

I think they're grateful
in their own way.

I know I'd be.

(GRUNTS)

BAROLAY: Nice.
That is beautiful.

Yeah. What you gonna do now,
Sam?

Shoot till I can't, Coach.

If you let someone change you
or make you apologize,

then you're selling
yourself out, you know.

Oh, and remember
to get Jeremy

to check the numbers
on mayoral staff downtime.

SAM: Start it up.

Coach!

(ALL CHEERING)

You gotta be
kidding me!

(ALL CHEERING)

If we find a project
whose cost is...

You win, Coach.
I'm going down.

This has happened before.

(EXPLOSIONS)
Look.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Here we go. Move.

(EXPLOSIONS)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING)

Progress reports arriving. The
farms of Aerilon are burning.

The beaches of Canceron
are burning.

The plains of Leonis
are burning.

The jungles of Scorpia
are burning.

The pastures of Tauron
are burning.

(SIREN WAILING) The harbors
of Picon are burning.

The cities of Caprica
are burning.

The oceans of Aquaria
are burning.

The courthouses of Libran
are burning.

The forests of Virgon
are burning.

The Colonies of Man
lie trampled at our feet.

What have we got?
Shipping accident?

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Combat? Understood.

Condition one is set. All decks
report ready for action, sir.

TIGH: This is a joke. The
Fleet's playing a joke on you.

It's a prank.
Come on.

I don't think so.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

MAN 1 ON RADIO: We just
felt another blast here.

If anyone can still
hear me, are we on?

I'm gonna keep broadcasting
as long as I can.

It keeps getting closer...

(RADIO CRACKLES)

WOMAN: (CRYING) Oh, Gods,
is this really happening?

I got family in the city.
I gotta go find them.

Are you frakking nuts? The
city's gone. I don't care.

No, it's not safe! SAM:
Nobody's going anywhere!

We don't know enough,
okay?

(WOMAN WEEPING)

We can't lose our
frakking heads, all right?

We gotta find some place we can
get a perspective on this thing.

If we go anywhere, we go
together, and we go when it's safe,

is that understood?

(AIRCRAFT APPROACHING)

(GASPING)

(SOBBING) This has happened
before. Oh, Gods, am I gonna die?

(SHUSHING) No. No, your
suffering isn't over yet.

Not when you've got
so much left to learn.

What?

ADAMA ON PA:
This is the Commander.

Moments ago,
this ship received word

of a Cylon attack against
our homeworlds is underway.

We do not know the size or the disposition
or the strength of the enemy forces.

But all indications point

to a massive assault
against Colonial defenses.

How, why,
doesn't really matter now.

What does matter is that, as
of this moment, we are at war.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(OVER RADIO) You've trained
for this. You're ready for this.

Stand to your duties,
trust your fellow shipmates,

All right, people,
this is what we do.

We're the best, so let's get the old girl
ready to roll, and kick some Cylon ass!

Come on! Let's go!
Move!

This better be for real.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(WHISPERING) Stay down,
stay down, stay down.

WOMAN: (WHISPERING)
What's going on over there?

MAN: (WHISPERING)
What is that?

WOMAN: Is it the Cylons?

Everybody, stay down, stay
down. Everybody, stay down.

MAN: What is it?

(PANTING)

BAROLAY: What is it, T?

Oh, my Gods.
What do you see?

It is the Cylons. They're
guarding some kind of container.

SAM: What do you
wanna do, Coach?

I don't know.
What do you think?

I don't know.

We can't stay here. We gotta go.
Everybody, stay low, stay fast. Let's go.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,
come on out. You're safe now.

Come on,
we'll get you cleaned up.

MAN: Thank you.

APOLLO: Ma'am.
Excuse me, my husband,

he's in the Colonial Fleet
on Gemenon.

Your husband's in
the Colonial Fleet?

Where is he?

I don't know, ma'am. Could
you step right this way?

We'll do our best,
ma'am.

(BEEPING)

(CLOCK BUZZING)

Basestar is
launching Raiders.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Cylons are
chasing the Fleet.

(WEAKLY) Who are you?

Every 33 minutes,
they come back.

Raiders diving out
of the light like bats.

Please, find Saul.

(GROANING)

Dear Papa.
He's here.

Of the five that created all the
rest of us, four are in this fleet.

Only Father Sam is missing.
It's amazing.

Does it seem cruel
that I'm keeping you alive?

It is cruel.
Who am I kidding?

But it's also necessary.

For 30 years, you failed to observe
the moral failures of humanity,

against whom
you find me lacking.

(EXHALES)

Get better, Mother.

Open your eyes and take a gander
at what you think you love.

Okay. We've all seen the Centurions
gathering the body parts of other Centurions

You've seen them take them to
those weird containers they dropped.

Probably repair sheds where they
patch up everything we do to them.

Does anybody remember
that old war movie,

The Tauron Line?
What they did?

Those were the bad guys.

SAM: Doesn't matter.

We can still make
this thing work.

Some of you guys brought us some
pretty fine things that go boom, right?

We can take a Centurion,
something, and rig it to blow.

They take it back to the shop,
it blows up inside, no more shop.

No, no.
That sounds dangerous.

Well, yeah, you know, it is
dangerous, but breathing's dangerous.

Look, there's a really strong
possibility that we're all gonna die here.

So I say it comes down
to how we're gonna die.

Well, how do we get
a Centurion body part?

What the hell is that?

It's a thigh.

This turns it around.
Right there.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Right now, we're only accepting
photos of missing people.

If there is a confirmed death,
hang onto the picture for later.

They're awful quiet.

They're numb.

They've lost everything and now we're
putting them through the wringer,

You're right.
This calm won't last.

Excuse me.

Oh, pardon me, Brother.

Thank you for your help.

Take one, my child.

Thank you, Brother.

Excuse me, I wonder if...
Sorry, sir.

If you're looking to be billeted on
Galactica, it's just not possible.

No, no. I've been
afforded a chapel.

I just wanted to post these
flyers in the restricted area.

Can I take a peek?

Well, how about
I post them for you?

Fine, thank you very much.
Very kind of you, son.

Have you read through this?
It says there's a plan, right?

Welcome.

I see we don't have a Three or
a Four here. That's interesting.

I thought I saw a Four.

What's the plan?

The plan is everything
blows up a week ago.

All the humans are dead,
and we Cylons all download,

and the universe
basks in justice.

However...

It didn't
frakking happen.

Exactly.
So it's up to us.

We can all get weapons,
work separately.

Oh, there's a proposal
on the table.

Over 10,000 victims each.
We'll be busy.

We can't do this
on a case-by-case basis.

Which is why we have to take out
Galactica. With it gone, the Fleet's dead.

We also have to think defensively.
Avoid threats to our detection.

CAVIL: Very good, Sixes.

Now I have assignments I'm gonna give to
each of you, along with our sleeper agent.

There's a sleeper agent?

Yes. An Eight.
I'll talk to her.

Now, Two, you come with me.
Let's get this genocide started.

(MOUTHS ORDERS)

(WHISPERING)
Stay low. Bring it in.

I'd very much like to be able to communicate
with a Baseship next time we're near one,

(LAUGHS) and it might be amusing to
listen to the human military, as well.

Military are good about
scrambling their signals.

The military built the Centurions.
Functional, but hardly miraculous.

Crack their technology.

And send in a Six.
Dealer's choice.

What is that?

Something I'm trying.

Explosives in a Pyramid
ball with a detonator.

Like a homemade grenade.

Holy frak. It took it.
It's headed your way.

All right, everybody.
Get ready.

BAROLAY: Let him get
inside. SAM: I know, Jean.

I must say, you Sixes are doing a
great job differentiating yourselves.

Love the look.

But it doesn't do any good if there's a
mechanism out there that can sniff us out.

You mean
Dr. Baltar's machine.

If we destroyed it,
he'd just make another.

That's why we have
to discredit him.

Me? Well, if he sees one of
us, he'll know what we are.

But he can't say anything
without saying how he knows.

Very smart.
Or maybe it's the glasses.

Anyway, carry on,
and send in the Five, please.

BAROLAY: Come on, you metal moron, go
inside. Let's take out all those supplies.

(GASPING)

Anders, it's open. SAM:
We got to get out of here.

They're coming back. Look,
the door's open a little.

We could pry it and...
Let's finish this.

No. Hey, no! Come on.
Coach, no! Get back here!

Coach, no!

Coach!

(GUN FIRING)

(BAROLAY SCREAMS)

Whoa! What the frak
was in there?

BAROLAY: No. No.

SAM: No!

Incoming!

BAROLAY: We got birds!
SAM: Hit the dirt!

I can't leave them out there. No!

I can't leave them
out there!

They're coming back. We are
all gonna die if we don't move.

MAN: Let's go!
BAROLAY: Go!

Move!
Move!

MAN: Move, move, move.
Everybody back.

Let's go. Move out,
move out, move out.

(CYLON AIRCRAFT WHOOSHING)

Yes, but Fives in general haven't
been that impressive thus far.

One of your counterparts managed to get
himself outed back on Ragnar Station.

I can't understand how he was
discovered. I heard it was Dr. Baltar.

Well, no. I'm not talking about that,
exactly. I'm talking about the fact

that you're walking around
this fleet wearing that jacket,

and, more importantly, that
face. You're recognizable.

(STUTTERS) His jacket was
burgundy. This is teal.

Well, I have something else
for you to wear, Five. Yes.

They call this
a suicide vest,

but I think that undersells all the
homicide that goes along with it, don't you?

(PANTING) T.

Are you okay?

You know,
even robots take their dead.

There was nothing... I
don't know what I'm doing!

(SOBBING)
We need you. Please.

(RADIO CRACKLING)

DUALLA ON RADIO: Starbuck, Galactica.
You have three enemy contacts

identified as fighters.

STARBUCK ON RADIO: Copy that,
Galactica. All right, listen up.

Stay with your wingmen, keep your
interval and remember your training.

On my mark, kick in your
burners. Three, two, one, mark.

All right, here they come.
Ready, break.

(WHOOPING)

Keep it together.

(GUNS FIRING)

All right, that's two down.
Where's their buddy?

Hey. This is a chapel, not a bus
station. You can't sleep here.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey, whoa. You're gonna kill yourself.
Here, let me, let me. I got it, I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Thanks. I'm swapping out the
oxygen cylinders on Raptor 702.

I checked 702 yesterday.
Life support's fine.

Until two weeks ago, I used to
inspect the aircraft for Sun Airways.

If I found cylinders in that condition,
you'd be looking at a shutdown.

All right. Well,
grab the spares.

There are no spares.

Welcome to the Galactica.

(CHUCKLES)

Uh...

(CLEARS THROAT) Lieutenant
Valerii, this is Giana O'Neill.

A new knuckle dragger.

Great, we could use the help.

GIANA: Yes. You could.

Do you need to see me
for something, Lieutenant?

No, I'm...

Carry on, Chief.

So how long have you two
been seeing each other?

Excuse me?

I've seen office romances before. My
old job was full of them. Believe me.

Like you and your husband?

No. He's a medic
in the Colonial Fleet.

At least he used to be. Our
romance had different obstacles.

There's always something.

Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that.

(CHUCKLES)

You're gonna do fine.
I know it.

Well, I'm glad you do, because I
feel like I'm gonna die or something.

Well, in a way, you are.

But when you wake up, you're
gonna begin a whole new life.

A human life
with a human name.

Sharon Valerii.

Water?

Trust me,
it'll disable the Fleet.

Someone just has to get in there
and attach explosives to the tank.

All right. Do it
as soon as possible.

And after you download, remember
to report the position of the Fleet.

Wait, wait,
I'm not sure that I'm...

My cover.
It's stronger than expected,

and there are some people onboard
Galactica that have a hold on me.

Chief Tyrol loves me.

Chief Tyrol?

(LAUGHS)

That's an interesting human
to choose among all humans.

You're a machine, Eight. Go get
some explosives, blow up the tank,

and then have
a fatal accident.

Right now,
I'm late for dinner.

Let's thank the Gods.

SIMON: Yes. Yes,
let's thank the Gods.

GIANA: Thank you, Lords of Kobol, for uniting
our family in the midst of great tragedy.

Well, so it is you. I thought I
recognized you from the other day.

Hello. I'm Brother Cavil.

Hello.

Honey, Brother Cavil
was my childhood priest.

Is this your family?

Hmm?

I'm Giana O'Neill,
Simon's wife.

This is Jemmy,
from my first marriage.

I don't think I've ever met anyone from
Simon's childhood. Please, sit down.

Oh, I'm sure we'd have
loads to talk about,

but I'm so busy right now,
you can't imagine.

Stop by sometime. And
remember, I know where you live.

(PANTING)

(SNIFFS)

(PANTS) I didn't think it would be
so hot and dirty. The smell is...

I know. The Centurions
should be doing this.

(GASPS)

(SHUSHING)

(SOBBING)

They're all alike.
T, they've gotta be Cylons.

(WHISPERING)
Frakkers look like us now.

Listen to me. We have to get out of
here, okay? You need to be very quiet.

Okay? All right.

(SHUSHING) Just follow
me out. Here we go.

Come on, come on, come on.

I was underwater and I started
to lose it. And to lose who I am.

I didn't know where I was and... I
started to panic and I tried to breathe.

We shouldn't need
to breathe.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)
I'm not sure.

I'm not sure if we should
detonate the charges.

I mean, these humans, there are
so few of them. They're no threat.

They are manifestly
a threat.

They're a threat because of the
power they have to make you do this.

Of all Cylons,
you should see that.

(CHUCKLES) Now, you really ought
to get out of those wet clothes.

Fine. Be a prude.

(DOOR CLOSING)

TYROL: Someone's obviously setting
you up to take the fall for something.

You wake up somewhere, you don't
know how you got there or anything.

You're drugged, or manipulated,
or who knows what. Something.

What do we do?

Because if I report what's happened,
they're gonna think I'm a Cylon agent.

No, they're not. No, no, they're not.
Why would they think that? That's crazy.

People are getting crazy,
okay? You heard the rumors.

Cylons who look like humans,
sleeper agents hiding in the Fleet.

(RUMBLING)

(ALARM BLARING)
Decompression alarm!

(TRUCK BEEPING)

(TRUCK WHIRRING)

(WHISPERING)

(GUNS FIRING)

SAM: Motherfrakkers!

There's one more!

(ALL CHEERING)

Help! Somebody help me!

SAM: We got a survivor.

Security, XO. Send an
armed detail to meet me

in the midpoint promenade deck
causeway, C level. Approach from aft.

Repeat, approach from aft.

Doral!

(BEEPING)

GUARD: Tell us if you've seen
anybody who matches this description?

(GUARDS INVESTIGATING)

GUARD: Does he look
familiar to you?

Have you seen this man?

Yeah, just saw him.

You sure?
Yeah.

Let's go.
Roger.

(LAUGHS) Good job.

BROTHER CAVIL: You know, there are
those who think this current devastation

is punishment
for man's sins.

Is that what you believe,
Brother?

I don't believe it's
punishment from the Gods, no.

But perhaps...

Perhaps the Cylons have assumed
the role that the Gods once had.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, well, they're
smiting us pretty well,

and there's certainly an
abundance of sins to judge.

Do you, you know,
hear confessions?

I can, of course.
Yes, I can.

Good. We'll talk later.

All right.

All right.

Doc, this is Brother Cavil.
This is our team doctor.

Welcome, Brother. I'm very
glad to see you. Very glad.

Glad to see you, too.

Maybe a man of the Gods will
bring us some luck around here, eh?

Four, you're late.

It was hard to get away.

Oh.

Yes, I found a Three with a similar
problem. I let her pursue her path.

But you...

Oh, did you happen to hear
about the courageous Five

that wore an explosive vest into
the corridors of Galactica recently?

I'm a medic.

There are other things
that I can do.

Oh, yes.

The serial-killer option.
That's a fine, fine option.

But, tell me, are you reluctant
to do more for your people?

(CHUCKLING)

Like what?

I'm just asking
a general question.

(LAUGHS)

This is all improv, isn't it?
You're scared, you're outmanned.

You're surrounded by humans who weren't
supposed to be alive in the first place.

No one was supposed to be alive! Our
people were supposed to be positioned

to cause destruction,
not mop up afterwards.

My Two was the Defense
Minister's yoga instructor,

if you can believe that, and one
of the Sixes was a prostitute.

But the only one in a position
to do any frakking damage

was a Five on this ship,
and he frakked it up!

Now, the universe still
has these cockroaches in it,

and we can't have any peace
until we step on them all.

(CHUCKLES) And don't
you think for a moment

that I'm gonna be moved by the sweet,
adorable fact that you married one of them.

You come back tomorrow, and we'll talk
about you blowing up that ship you live on.

You're the one who let the
Cylons into the defense mainframe.

You betrayed your colony,
your home, your entire race.

You're the man responsible
for the Holocaust

and I'm here to see
that you're exposed

and sentenced to death as
the traitor you really are.

NO. 6: There's also this.
BALTAR: What the frak's that?

NO. 6: On the disk is a photo.

It was captured from
the security camera

in the defense
mainframe on Caprica.

It shows the doctor
entering the mainframe

without permission
the day before the attack.

As you can see, the man in the photo
is carrying an explosive device.

Sorry, he's what?

HOTDOG ON RECORDER: I'm hit!
STARBUCK: I got you, Hot Dog!

We're going to
make it through this.

Break right. Now! Now! Now!

Frak! I just lost
all three mains.

It's all right, Hot Dog.
You did good.

You're gonna be okay,
I promise you.

At least one of us will.

(REWINDING)

Frak! I just lost
all three mains.

It's all right, Hot Dog.
You did good.

You're gonna be okay,
I promise you.

At least one of us will.

I think I'm losing it.

Honestly, I think
we both knew that.

Someone wrote "Cylon" on my
mirror, and I think it was me.

You think it was you?

I think I was trying
to warn myself,

(SNIFFLES)

Or scare myself into doing
what you want, or out of it.

One old man.

He's like a father to me.

He is your father. All
mankind are our fathers.

And that's the sin
for which they deserve to die.

I'm happier
when I'm under.

I like myself.

I love myself then.

(SNIFFLES)

Never say that.
Never, never, never.

Because if that were true,
they win. And they can't.

Look at me. Look at me.

They know your lies.
I know you.

You can do this.

You can kill Adama.

For me.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

I want answers,
and I want them now!

And I am not interested in playing
any more of your stupid games!

Excuse me.

You're a fake.
You're just a copy.

Another Cylon copy.

Get out.

Struck a nerve, have I?

Which I find rather
impossible to believe!

You think this is over?
This is not over!

You have not heard the
last. No more Mr. Nice Gaius!

I'm telling you,
she flew a Raider.

Learned how to control it
from the inside.

Nobody taught her how. Kara Thrace
plucked that knowledge from the stream...

I don't care if she plucked
puppies from God's ass!

You're worse than
the frakking Sixes.

She has a destiny.
Something beyond us.

I'm starting to understand why God loved
humankind before he changed his mind.

No, no, no, no. If you
get a chance, you kill her.

(GUARDS CHATTERING)

But right now,
you've got other problems.

(GUARDS SHOUTING)

Take him to the Brig. He's under arrest
for supplying information to the enemy.

I would like to
speak to my attorney.

Can't I speak
to my attorney?

You've been here a week, One.
That's all I'm saying.

Well, my methods are hardly
slower than yours, Four.

Contaminating meds,
giving too much morpha.

You said you could contact the others with
this location and take them out in a strike.

Well, the thing is, I promised
to hear his confession,

and we men of the Gods
keep our promises.

Good. Looks good. Now,
hold on, wait. Okay, go, go.

How'd she get
so far ahead?

Frak!

Open the door.
Yes, sir.

(DOOR OPENS)

Wait. I haven't
even had a trial yet.

No! Wait!
It's a lie!

Doctor, it's all right.
It's a lie.

The photograph was a fake. What?

It was almost seamless,
but your face,

the man, the reflection,
it was all a fake.

I went back, I re-ran
all the security checks.

This time I found markers which
pointed to photo manipulation.

They weren't apparent until
the photo was fully resolved.

Thank you.

It was really nothing, Doctor.
Once the photos were fully resolved,

it was almost too easy, like
she wanted to be found out.

CAVIL: Excuse us. Excuse us.

Will the other Six be okay?

She's fast.
She's almost beyond human.

How did she get off of the ship? Got me.

There's been no ships coming
or going. I gave you an order.

They say they went around
a corner and she was gone.

Every ship in the Fleet
has reported in, sir.

That's unacceptable. She
was here. She was right here.

This woman existed.
She didn't just vanish.

Have them check again.

Every ship? Every ship,
including this one.

She didn't just vanish.

Is Baltar's machine
on the trash heap?

I did what I could.
I don't know.

Trying to make a guilty man look
guilty. It should be so easy.

We had to
fake the evidence.

Baltar, he helped us
so much on Caprica...

Are you attracted to this human? No.

'Cause the other Six
got addicted to him.

I'm not addicted! Baltar's a brilliant
man, yes, but you should've seen me.

I was brutal with him.
I pushed him.

You pushed him.

My dear, if you pushed him, you
would have sent him through a wall.

Oh, look. An airlock. How handy.

Wait.

(PANTING)

I could blend into life on another
ship. With another disguise.

Go. And don't forget to give them
our coordinates. I want this finished.

(EXHALES)

Love?

You don't even know
what the word means.

I see the truths that float
past you in the stream.

You have a real thing about
rivers and streams, don't you?

I think we should indulge you
in your obsession.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Do you realize
I could kill you

before they came
back in the room?

I could get
to my feet,

rip your skull from
your spinal column,

crash through
that door,

kill the guard in less time than it
has taken me to describe it to you.

Then why don't you?

It's not the time.

(STARBUCK GASPING)

Surprise, you're dead.

Gods.

(EXHALES)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(ALARM BLARING)

(AIRLOCK OPENING)

(CRYING)

(GUN FIRES)

Are you a war orphan?

No.

So you have parents.

Do they want you?

No.

Well, two decks below,
there's a room,

and there's people in that room that are
in charge of children that nobody wants.

All right, don't go there.
But go somewhere.

How are you feeling?

It looks worse
than it is, sir.

Things are moving very
quickly and I need every pilot.

I'm ready, sir.

I have a very special mission
for you and I won't kid around.

It's high risk,
extremely high risk.

I need you to nuke
a Cylon Basestar.

Yes, sir.

(DOOR OPENING)

You're late.
She's already down.

Sorry.

Where were you?

The Chief had us running
tests on the Cylon Raider.

Oh, yeah. Right.

It's the strangest thing.

Half alive.
Wow.

(EXHALES)

What?
What?

What's up with you?

Nothing. Nothing.
It's just that...

We just barely escaped with our lives and
it seems like we ought to be living them.

Don't you think? Not working
all night. Ignoring the child.

Is that why we escaped, so
you can be a frakking mechanic?

Grease under your nails.
Look at them.

You wanna touch your daughter
with these hands, baby?

Does it really matter? You
know I miss how things were.

I hate this jumpsuit. But
everyone's doing what they can.

(SOBBING)

You woke her up. That's
good. That's very, very good.

Why waste time sleeping?

There's an entire race of Cylons out there
trying to rip out our frakking throats.

We need to spend every moment
that we can living. Right?

Come on, dance with me.
Come on, come on.

Baby...
Stay away from her.

Are you drunk? For Gods' sake, what's
wrong with you? Pull yourself together!

Where you going? Where you going? Giana?

Baby, where you going?
Baby, come back!

Daddy!
Come here!

WOMAN ON RADIO: Clearing the blast radius
of the Basestar. Explosion imminent.

(ALL CHEERING)

Hey, nice work.

Thanks.
What's going on?

A lot happened
while you were gone.

Congrats.
RACETRACK: Thanks.

Congratulations
to both of you.

You carried out a very
difficult and dangerous mission,

and you did it

despite any personal misgivings
you may or may not have had.

And for that,
I'm very proud.

Thank you.
Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

(GUN FIRES)

MAN: Shot fired!
Shot fired!

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(GUN FIRES)

APOLLO: Dad!

APOLLO:
Get a doctor in here, pronto.

Dad.

Dad. Come on.

Is he dead?

If he's not dead,
he's dying.

Thus is the beast decapitated. Which
inspired you to come and tell me...

I'll do it. Okay?

I'll blow up my ship.
I will blow up the Cybele.

Good, very good. Now we've
got a bit of traction.

I'll tell you what
you need to do.

One condition.
I want my family kept safe.

No. You don't want that.

You see, if they die now, they'll
die without ever knowing what you are.

(EXHALES)

Who was that?

That was the Four.

Oh.

And Boomer shot the Commander.
Things are looking up.

They'd have to.

Move your arm.

There's not much more
down they could go.

The Six failed,
the Two failed.

(EXHALES)

Every machine needs to warm up.
We're a fleet-killing machine.

We just started to hum.

(CHUCKLES)

"We just started to hum"?

I'll make you hum.

Oh, yeah.

Hum.

(GASPS)

You shot him.

(WHISPERING) But you didn't
kill him. You didn't kill him.

And things were
finally going well.

What do you want from me?
I shot him twice in the chest.

How about
once in the head?

Did you think of that?

(WHISPERING) I told you,

I'm not in control.

The only way that
I could get this done

was to turn myself
into a Centurion.

I could feel my skin
turning hard.

I could feel the bullets moving through
the channels under my hard metal skin.

I couldn't feel
my heartbeat.

Sounds wonderful.

If there was any part of us that's
human, in that moment, I killed that.

Yes, good. That's the
idea. Now listen, Eight,

I need you, and I need to
break a string of failures.

I lost the best part
of myself.

Yes. All right.

I see how this is. Goodbye,
Eight, and good luck.

I don't want a priest.

Now we've got to figure out
where the hell we are.

What did you find out?

I think
I've seen them before.

Another one of her
and maybe him.

Skin jobs, then.
It seems likely.

I can't swear to it,
my memory is...

What are we waiting for?
Let's go.

Yeah, all right. Listen, you two,
you hold back here. Do not move.

The rest of the team, you
form up on me. Let's move out.

Who is it?

Some random humans.

Each side is gonna suspect the
other. I wish I could watch.

(GUNS FIRING)

(GUN COCKING)

Uh-uh.

(GUN COCKING)
STARBUCK: Hi.

So, somebody might
get shot. Great.

You were the one telling me how swift and
terrible this whole thing was gonna be.

It's been two months
since those bombs fell.

And you're helping a
resistance cell thrive here.

MAN: Bitch!

WOMAN: Traitor!

(PEOPLE YELLING)

(GUN FIRES)

(BOOMER GASPING)

I love you, Chief.

(KISSING)

(GIANA PANTS)

(BOTH MOANING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH MOAN LOUDLY)

(EXHALES)

I'm sorry.
I really am sorry.

(ALARM BLARING)

(SOBBING)

I love you.

You want
a progress report?

I'll give you a
frakking progress report.

Oh, no, please don't.
Please don't.

Oh, come on,
it is spectacular.

Doral blew himself up, causing
minor damage to a minor hallway.

And Boomer jettisoned
the water,

and then, she personally
found loads more water.

(LAUGHING)

(CAVIL GROANING)

And then she shot Adama, but not
very accurately, since she loved him.

And then, Leoben,

he got obsessed with Kara Thrace,
and then was captured and air-locked.

And my sister Six

utterly failed to discredit
Baltar and his dreamy hair

and destroyed our frakking
cover in the process.

And now Simon...

Simon killed himself,

really killed himself,

out of resurrection range,
without blowing up the ship

that he lived on, because
he couldn't imagine life

without his little human wife
and his little human daughter,

because he loves them...
Stop, stop, stop.

Guess I better.

Yes. They're all
letting me down.

Why are they letting you
down, One? What's the x-factor?

Can't declare
war on love.

I think I already did. Hey,
where did the bottle go?

Some of the electronics involved
in overriding airlock security

are pretty sophisticated.

Colonel, you said this wasn't
gonna be an interrogation.

This is why
I wanted to come.

This isn't an interrogation,
but it is an investigation.

Do you think he was a Cylon
because he killed himself?

We could use more
Cylons like that, huh?

Chief, don't.

I never said Cylon.

Good.

Sir, I don't know how he
knew how to rig an airlock,

but he was a smart man.
He learned it somewhere.

Some people would cry murder if
their husband or wife died like that.

I could understand that,
but...

He left a note.

"Love outlasts death. "

We really did just
want some answers.

No one thinks that your
husband was a Cylon.

Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.

(EXHALES)
May I have that back?

(SIGHS)

STARBUCK:
You want some advice?

You're on the losing end
of this fight.

Give it up
before you all die.

Head further up in
the mountains...

I hear the new woman's voice.
Kara Thrace.

SAM:
And what? Wait to die?

As soon as I get back to
Galactica, I'll send a rescue party.

Yeah, right.

If I say I'm gonna
do something, I do it.

You always such
a bitch in the morning?

Count on it.

My kind of woman.

(STARBUCK LAUGHS)

So weak.

I thought he was supposed
to kill her in the woods.

He's a bad shot.

Did she see you?

No. No,
I stayed out of sight.

Good. She got a glimpse of
me, but she didn't react.

So, if there's a One up in
that fleet, she didn't see him.

At least not enough to ring
a bell in her tiny brain.

(STARBUCK AND SAM MOANING)

What are they doing?

You need a doctor
to tell you that?

Oh, for God's sake, why?

Why?

He loves her.

He loves her?

Vigorously.

But she's beneath him.

Not necessarily.

Don't you Fours have a little place,
a... What do you call it? A ranch?

No. A farm?

(GUNS FIRING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(MEN CLAMORING)

Are you hurt?
BROTHER CAVIL: What's wrong?

SAM: I feel fine, just
help her. What happened?

I don't know! We just...
We got ambushed, okay?

They overran us. They grabbed
Sue-Shaun, and Kara was...

Godsdamn, if something happened...
I thought she was with us.

I suppose
they killed her.

(SIGHS)

We gotta go back.

I'm going after them.
Helo!

He should let her go.

Hey, kid!

Sit down.

You've been up
all night?

Yeah, I guess so.

Seems like
I never sleep anymore.

(EXHALES)
I know the feeling.

Frak, if you're looking for a
strong leader, you picked a bad time.

Bless me, Brother,

for I have acted against
the example of the Gods.

Proceed in the name
of the Gods.

At the very beginning of this,
they wanted to

give me all this responsibility
and I didn't want it.

Just wanted to get out of it.
You know, wanted to leave.

And one time,
I tried.

It was just after
this thing we did.

I was so frakked up.

I took this stupid idea
from a movie.

People died,
I couldn't handle it.

I wanted to run.
I just wanted to get out.

But you changed your mind.

Well, no. Barolay was there
and she was gonna see me run.

And suddenly I find myself worrying
about my own frakking reputation.

So, I didn't run.

And that's my confession. I'm
a godsdamn coward, Brother.

Well,
I suppose you were.

But what about now?

I'm not gonna run anymore.

Maybe I'm stronger or
maybe I'm just more insane.

This whole experience has
changed you for the better.

You've learned.

You know,
at the end of a confession,

sometimes there's
an ending or, you know...

Yes, fine. You are absolved
in the example of the Gods.

Now, Sam, listen,
given that this holocaust

was a journey
of learning for you...

Journey? I don't know
if it was a journey...

Well, given that,
it can...

Can you

forgive the Cylons?

Because if you can,

that's really transcendent. I
know you didn't just say that.

I mean, they must've had a purpose.

Something must've made
them... Made them what?

End everything? Destroy
billions of souls?

No, frak, no.
Humanity had so much sin.

Are you kidding me?

They made you put all
these dead... Wait a second.

...on your shoulders. Are you
defending them? Listen, Brother,

I'm gonna pretend
you didn't say that, okay?

I'm gonna pretend
I didn't hear any of that.

What was that?

I thought he'd learned.
But he loves.

What are you really doing here?
What does this man mean to you?

Where are you going?

As long as any humans exist,
there's no room for us.

Good morning!

(SCREAMS)

(STARBUCK GASPS)

(GROANS)

(GUN FIRING)

Kara, come on!
Go, go, go!

Barolay,
get back to camp.

Doc's a Cylon,
take him out.

(GROANS)

I'm Brother Cavil. I understand
you've asked for religious counseling.

I never really believed in
psychotherapy. My father was a priest.

I see.

You thought you'd have an easier time
with a priest than a real doctor. Okay.

So, tell me
what's on your mind, Chief.

How do you know

that I am human?

You heard what
Kara Thrace said?

Yeah, I heard.

Picture of a Pyramid star and
their frakking team doctor.

My husband,
only not.

He was a Cylon.

I thought he loved me.

(SOBS) Gods.

Maybe he did.
I don't know.

Someone made him do it.
Don't you think?

I mean, they keep finding more of
them, and they must've been in contact.

Someone was
making decisions.

I think Simon was told to do something
and instead he killed himself.

Boomer was a better shot
than that.

What?

When she shot
the old man.

She was a better shot
than that. It's like she

frakked it up on purpose, knowing that
the Marines would take her head off

right then and there,
knowing that it was

the only way out
she could see.

(SOBBING) So, maybe they were
heroes, you know? In a way.

(SIGHS) I don't know
about that. Maybe.

If I thought
I was a Cylon,

I'd climb this ladder
all the way up there.

I'd do it with style.

I'd swan-dive
out of this life.

Sorry. I didn't mean
anything by that.

I know.

CAVIL:
You think you're a Cylon.

That's what you're afraid of,
isn't it?

That you might be a Cylon and not
even know it, just like Boomer, right?

That's the thought
that's crippling your soul.

Does that frighten you? The idea
of putting your trust in others?

Honestly, yes.

Yeah, well,
I've done it.

And they all let me down.

Every single one.
Every single one.

So, yeah, it should scare
the frak out of you.

But good luck to you.

This is quite a scrappy little
group. Just your core people.

This is quite a scrappy little
group. Just your core people.

There's hardly anyone left for you
to lean on. But you can lean on me.

You know, the day before I met Kara,
I had 98 people. I loved those people.

But you didn't need them
and they're dead.

Do you mean to tell me that you'd go
on loving them even when they're dead?

What are you talking about?
Of course I love those people.

Death doesn't change that.
What's the matter with you?

(WHISPERING) Word's getting
passed back, something's there.

Move forward, stay low.

SAM: All right,
stay low, move in.

(WHISPERING)
Go, go, go, go, go.

HELO: You got
a Samuel T. Anders there?

Is there
a Kara Thrace there?

Who wants to know?

If there is, you tell her she took
her good sweet time getting here.

(LAUGHS)

Friendlies.

What's your name?

John.

We've become friends, huh?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Friends are
dangerous things.

(INHALES SHARPLY)

SAM: Death doesn't change that.
What's the matter with you?

As good as your word, huh?

Yeah, good as
my frakking word.

What, did you think
I was gonna leave you here?

Now you feel like a big
frakking idiot, don't you?

All right, just shut up
and save us already, okay?

STARBUCK: Okay.
Incoming!

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

(GUNS FIRING)

MAN: Come on,
get in there.

SAM: Get him up,
get him up.

Can't raise the Raptors.
Cylons are jamming the freqs.

Frak!

(STARBUCK PANTING)

Are they still out there?

Watch yourself.

Yeah.
They're holding back, though.

Yeah, but why?

That's an excellent question.

Get the frak
out of the way.

What's going on?
Why the ceasefire?

There's been a vote.

A vote?

There's going to be a truce. We
just need to convey it to the humans.

All of them.

I can deliver that message.

But your model
voted against it.

Well, I've had
a new insight.

Besides,
there's nothing for me here.

Commander, I have news.
Good news, actually.

The Cylon occupation is over.

They left. They're gone.

What are you talking about?

BROTHER CAVIL: It's true.

The Cylons have
left the Colonies.

Security!

What the hell?

Code Blue!

He's a Cylon.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on?

I'm not a frakking Cylon.
I'm not...

Oh. Well.

Okay, then.

Sorry to bust up
your day, Brother,

but there's been
a change of plan.

The occupation
of the Colonies was an error.

My mission here
is simple.

I'm to tell you that you've
been given a reprieve.

Cylon and man will now
go their separate ways.

No harm done.

ADAMA: No harm?

You completely
annihilated our race

and destroyed
our civilization.

Now, if you're gonna start
pointing fingers...

You see, we're not like you.

We can admit our mistakes,
and we're not afraid of change.

New marching orders
by your one true god?

There is no god.

Supernatural divinities
are the primitive's answer

for why the sun
goes down at night.

At least that's what we've been
telling the others for years.

We can't really prove it one
way or the other, of course.

TIGH: Enough.
Let's airlock them both.

ADAMA: Airlock them.

Hold it at the door.

GUARD: Yes, sir.

TIGH: Check the hall.

Stop. Stop.

Sweep the halls. Clear up ahead,
there are too many civilians.

Not how I imagined it.

(SIGHS) No, Brother.

All right.

Is there a Resurrection ship
in range?

(ALARM BLARING)

Yes, Brother. But first,
we're gonna die in a vacuum.

There's a 170-foot
launch tube in front of us.

We might die of our injuries
before we get to the vacuum.

I don't like you.

I understand that.

Do you really believe it was
a mistake to attack the humans?

Rather intensely, yes.

You know that when we
download among the others,

your strange ideas
will be shouted down.

Ideas only seem strange until
you try them on, Brother.

We had a temper tantrum
in the form of a cataclysm

because we wanted them to treasure
us, the Ones, more than humanity.

More than their
own history and blood.

(SCOFFS) We didn't want to be loved.
We wanted to be treated fairly.

We wanted to be
held to a bosom,

to be petted and perfumed and told
we were the princes of the universe.

(SCOFFS) Yes, well,
if the humans were gone...

Our parents
would mourn them.

They'd love them more,
anyway.

I am going to see to it
that you get boxed.

And then I'm going to prepare to
wipe out humanity once and for all.

The anticipation
is really unpleasant.

Yes.

(AIRLOCK OPENING)

CAVIL:
I don't want to be human!

I want to see gamma rays.

I want to hear x-rays,
and I want to...

I want to smell dark matter.

I want to reach out with
something other than these

prehensile paws

and feel the solar wind of
a supernova flowing over me.

I'm a machine,

and I could know much more.

(WOMAN SINGING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)