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A couple of hours, I think?

It's not enough.

- I naturally don't need a lot of sleep. - I can't have you in the CIC

like this. You're on the verge

of seing ghosts on the dradis screen.

I'm fine, sir.

- I swear. - It's a gift, son.

It's not a punishment.

Go over to the Zephyr, get drunk,

sleep for a week,

recover.

Shuttle leaves twice a day.

You better hurry.

Felix

You owe me a big favor.

Morph is a tough gap.

Thank you.

- If I didn't... - Go. It'll be better.

I'll be waiting.

Heading back to the CIC.

Hey, Brooks.

- You're going to the Z too? - Yeah, no fun for me.

Maintenance detail.

Oh, great. Skinjobs.

What?

Welcome aboard the Zephyr shuttle,

ladies and gents, we'll be arriving at our destination in 15 minutes.

There's no inflight service today,

so please refrain from drinking unless you're willing to share

with your flight crew.

Zephyr approach, Raptor 7-1-8 inbound, out of marker.

Raptor 7-1-8, Zephyr approach.

Dradis contact 1600, heading

4-2-7, carom 2-2-5. Order inner marquer to sequency.

Copy all, 4-2-7 carom 2-2-5

put to the inner marker. ETA 15 minutes.

Fleet, Galactica. Inbound cylon hostiles.

All ships, emergency jump. I say again, emergency jump.

- Prepare to jump. - Can't we just get to Zephyr?

Calculation's complete. Jumping in three, two,

- one. - Jump.

Where is the fleet?

Any ship, Raptor 7-1-8, please respond. Any ship respond.

Any ship, Raptor 7-1-8, please respond. Any ship respond.

- I entered the coordinates right. - Godsdamn him Cap.

- Jump us back. - They'll leave a Raptor behind, right?

That depends. If they don't want to give away our location...

That true.

Cavil's baseships could be out there anywhere.

Exactly.

They'd know we didn't make it. They'd leave somebody.

Maybe.

- Jump drive's not responding. - What? What's the frak?

- Why not? - Give me a sec.

Poseidon, please protect us from death...

Poseidon, please protect...

A Poseidon medal?

- Hey, we're a long way from water. - It's a ship, isn't it?

I know why the drive is not responding.

We jumped over the red line.

So now we can't even jump back to where we started?

Our calculations just got nonlinear!

I knew I didn't recognize these star patterns.

You can recognize star patterns with the naked eye?

They've never sent us so far. I must have frakked up the coordinates.

Or you didn't.

If a high energy charge subatomic particle had hit us,

it could have randomly flipped one bit of data in our jump coordinates.

It got entered correctly, but corrupted.

So, something flips from 1 to 0 sends us to parking end of no place.

We don't know where the fleet is and if we did, we couldn't go there.

Cavil's enemy baseships

- could be out there anywhere. - Quiet, let me think.

Calculations are nonlinear, but they're not impossible.

But we don't know where we are. There's still a chance I frakked up!

Don't you recognize me, Felix?

It makes sense. There's a star cluster...

It's me.

Pull yourself together, Lieutenant.

- They know where the fleet is. - That's my point, Sir.

There was a false alarm. Everyone has jumped back.

Over two days, they're not here.

Just give me a Raptor and a pilot.

And what would you do with that?

Jump randomly?

There is something in the universe.

Something let us find Earth, dead as it is.

And I know, I know I can find Felix.

- Lieutenant... - Me and Felix...

There's been too much loss already.

I'll have to run it by the old man.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Enough food and water for two weeks if we're not fussy about recycling,

so our limiting factor is...

air.

20 hours's left.

Of course, shuttle-dee-doo.

On a Raptor with clapped out CO2 scrubbers, frak you very much.

Every breath counts now, folks.

We've got to limit exertion, sleep as much as we can.

20 hours. My Gods.

After it thinned the air, pulled it into the tanks,

we're at 68% ship normal load of O2.

68!

At that level, you're talking memory loss, irrational behavior,

- depression, dizziness... - Better dizzy than dead.

Aren't you frakkin' lucky to got a mechanic on board?

I'll have a look at these scrubbers.

Alright, let's see what we got.

You're her!

Godsdammit!

Come on.

There's a loose connection there. I just...

- I just can't get inside. - Let me do it.

- Come on. - No, let me do it.

Alright, be my guest.

You shouldn't even be in there. You're gonna make it worse.

- Alright. You see it? - Yep.

Got it!

No pulse, she's dead.

My Gods! I was just doing that! I was doing that same thing!

Look at her pliers.

The insulating grip has been stripped off.

Who did this?

Old as frak.

Grip wore off.

Or someone didn't like the idea of a machine breathing their air.

What?

Those were mine.

- I was supposed to get killed. - Unless you did it.

- I mean, you didn't notice bare metal? - What?

What are you saying guys? We're using up air.

- Are you accusing me? - Shut the frak up!

It was an accident.

What are we gonna do with her?

Jettison her.

We have to.

We can pull air into our tanks and open the door.

- No. We'd lose air. - Only a little.

She's gonna start giving off methane and hydrogen sulfide.

No. She's right. We gotta get rid of the body

and then we can figure out what to do next.

Flight suits.

Give me that.

I've an idea how to get us home,

- but I need your help. - What do you mean?

I'll tell you when they're asleep. Trust me, okay?

This list...

Some of these people I haven't seen in a long time.

They may already be...

Gods.

The Ones, they keep good records.

If somebody's locked up, I can find them.

And get them out.

We can do this.

Really.

Buckle in, Lt. Let's go hunting.

This one, Jeremiah, he died in detention, he got sick.

And...

She...

She killed herself.

But these two...

I got them out.

But nobody...

Nobody knows what happened to the child.

- I tried so hard. - Hey, you did great.

- I tried so hard! - You saved so many of them.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

You can think of more names and we can write more lists.

Of course we can.

Of course we can. We will.

- Yeah. - Okay?

Thank you.

Felix

Listen.

Okay, listen.

There's something I can do.

I can interface with the Raptor's computer

and determine the corrupted memory address.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yeah, wait, I remember you.

You did that once... One of you did that once.

It's who you are, am I right?

But if the others see me doing it,

they'll think I'm sabotaging the ship, so you'll have to stand guard.

How?

Brooks?

What's wrong? Something's wrong.

Hey, wake up.

Lethal dose.

What's going on?

- I won't tell them. - Oh my Gods!

- I heard you moving around. - What did she do? What did you do?

- I told you she killed the other one. - I won't say anything.

Thanks, buddy.

Wait! He might have killed himself. We don't know.

- That's it. - And you wanna take a chance?

- We don't know. We don't know! - It's okay.

I understand.

It's okay.

It's okay.

There's nothing here. Frak!

Um, sorry.

Spin the dial.

I owe Ishay a big favor.

Morpha's a tough get.

Go. Feel better. I'll be waiting.

Don't you recognize me, Felix?

Oh, great, skinjobs.

You undid those yourself?

You're gonna tie me up again?

No.

I was gonna untie you. - That's trusting.

Don't wake them.

You're going home.

Really?

It looks like it hurts. - It does.

Can you...?

It's easier if somebody else... - Of course.

Here we go.

Get it in. Oh Gods.

Thank you.

Oh, there...

It's making me lightheaded.

You all right?

I'm trying to project, but...

The low oxygen is making everything so hard.

Okay, where are you projecting?

You know where I am.

I have someone now.

Good.

You deserve it.

You always did.

Oh, I've found it. The bit that flipped.

You were right. I can take us home.

Memory address 5A25.

Felix, this is it.

Get ready to jump. I'm taking us home.

I was happy you guys got together.

Been makin' book on it, for...

Since forever.

Took you long enough. - Yeah, well...

He's got this...

this fire about doing the right thing.

A moral core, huh?

You don't see a lot of that. - No, no, you don't.

Guess it's 'cause they can get you so killed.

Frak me, I'm sorry, I didn't... - It's okay.

Let's keep looking.

Jump completed.

Hang on.

The jump drained almost all our reserve power.

Frak! Dradis is empty.

If the fleet's here, we're out of range.

I'll send a pulse.

If they're in this system,

they'll come running, maybe 10 hours.

Hey, Finn. Finn! Azerin!

Wake up, we jumped. We're almost home.

Azurin? What?

Gods!

Another empty well.

- Wanna dig another? - Yeah, of course.

- He wouldn't give up on me. - You got it.

Is this crazy?

Yeah...

I'm sorry, but yeah.

But look, he would give up on you.

Eventually, if it didn't make sense anymore, he'd have to.

He'd understand.

You wanna go home?

Yeah.

You stripped the pliers!

I didn't think he'd hand them to her,

but it didn't make a difference.

You injected Brooks with my morpha!

He started to wake up when I took it and put it back,

but you trusted me!

- No, no! You killed them all! - We needed the air.

- No! Gods. What... - Felix.

I picked you...

over my own kind...

over my own model.

I protected you from something you never could have done

but you were thinking all along.

I couldn't. I wouldn't. No one could!

That is not true.

There is a fine line between ignorance and hope.

I would have thought you'd have learned that by now.

- What are you talking about? - Felix!

You have to open your eyes.

You have to see what the world is really like!

You gave me the names, Felix!

The rest was easy.

Kill everyone on this list.

I'd tell you that they'd run off...

or...

they were at the infirmary.

Some of them I'd say I saw them eating with their families.

"Didn't you see them? Oh, I'm sure you'll see them tomorrow."

Didn't you see them? I'm sure you'll see them tomorrow.

No. I remember, I saw... I saw them,

I know I saw them. They can't be...

I saw Jenkins.

I saw Penbroke.

I saw them.

I saved a few...

so you could make yourself not know about the rest...

I saw...

I saw...

Heather Redmond and her baby. They were playing together.

I saw them. I know I saw them...

I'm a woman...

and a Cylon.

I didn't seduce you.

Hope seduced you.

And the more you ate of it, the less you saw.

You ate yourself blind.

Why didn't you just kill us when you knew that we were lost?

I'm not a monster.

I didn't want to do what I did. I did it when the probabilities dictated it.

You kill when you're in a war.

You kill when you have to.

You kill the ones your enemy values.

It's basic. You should know that.

I trusted you.

How could I have guessed?

Baltar did.

Oh, what, he didn't tell you?

Or did you block that out too?

What did you tell them?

That you stayed behind till the grisly end on New Caprica,

so that you could, what? So you could...

You could feed information to the resistance.

Who do you think allowed you to do that?

- That's a lie. - No, it's not a lie.

You think I'm blind?

You see, I literally had a gun...

pointed to my head.

But nobody forced you to play both sides.

There's not much difference between my brain and yours, Felix.

We can choose...

to not make the connection!

You can see someone kill in front of you...

twice...

and still hang on to your ignorance.

Instead of calling it a flaw, you call it...

hope, or...

faith...

love.

So, I'm asking you Mr. Gaeta...

who is the real traitor in this room?

- I'm not a traitor. - No, of course,

because there are far worse things than being a traitor, aren't there?

If your friends only knew the truth...

But don't worry... I know about your little secret.

I know what your Eight did!

Raptor seven-eighteen,

Raptor seven-eighteen, you copy?

We did it.

She did it.

Galactica, come in.

Galactica.

You're nowhere near the fleet, baby, but you're good!

Strange things can happen when you're away from the fleet.

I wouldn't even trust your own memories on this.

And since a human is the sole survivor,

the old man isn't inclined to make an issue out of it

and risk the alliance.

Sir...

There shouldn't be an alliance.

Cylon technology is gonna keep this fleet movin',

- Mr. Gaeta. - I need to speak to the Admiral.

Why would that be?

Because you're a Cylon, sir.

There's a meeting later today to discuss some new idea of Mr. Tyrol's.

You can let the Admiral in on your views there.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Felix, I don't understand.

Why would you set up a meeting with him?

- I shouldn't have said it. Forget it. - What are you doing?

Look.

You found me and you saved me, so I'll protect you.

But if this doesn't work out,

and if I'm wrong...

You have a bright future, Louis.

What are you talking about? If what doesn't work?

Keep your head down.

What are you going to do?