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Male narrator: Previously
on Battlestar Galactica.

Zak failed basic flight.

And I should have
flunked him, but I didn't.

The bottom line
is that I killed him.

Walk out of this cabin
while you still can.

I don't get it. How does a military
coded signal end up coming from in here?

Food.

Gaeta.' it's the Cylons.

Dualla: Starbuck's wireless
and transponder just cut out.

Tigh: Starbuck's gonna
take on all eight.

And get herself killed.

Galactica, boomer.
Hot dog's aboard.

Yeah, so is his lunch.

Take it easy, hot dog.

You're not the first
to lose it in combat.

You won't be the last.

No sign of Starbuck.

He says she was hit, but still in
the fight when he lost track of her.

Dualla: Roger that, boomer.

Search and rescue ops
are underway for Starbuck.

Bring hot dog in. The old
man wants to talk to him.

Adama: This is where
you found him?

Yes, sir, he drifted quite
a ways from the fight.

Was she maneuvering?

I think so. Yes. Yes, sir.

So she survived the initial
hits. She could still be alive.

She is alive, lieutenant.
We're gonna find her.

Yes, sir.

Get this man to sickbay.

Yes, sir.

I think you earned those today.

The auxiliary rt switch is
sticking a bit, sir, but she'll fly.

Polish up the canopy.
I want it crystal clear.

Yes, sir.

Find her.

I will.

Gaeta: Still no joy
from the search teams, sir.

In the last four hours
we've combed everywhere

within a 200 click sphere of
Starbuck's last known position.

No ship, no ejection seat,
no debris.

So we're extending
the radius another 50.

We need more pilots.

Everybody who can fly
is up, sir.

What about Starbuck's
course computations?

The variables of combat maneuvering
make them almost meaningless, sir.

It's time to start guessing.

Yes, sir.

Since there's been no
dradis contact in the area,

I would have to guess
that her viper was

captured by the gravity
of a planetary body.

The only nearby gravity Wells
are the gas giant and this moon.

If the gas giant pulled her in,

its radiation would
fry her like an egg.

What about the moon?

The spectroscope people call the
atmosphere as 002, methane, some argon.

The clouds are
mostly hydrocarbons.

It's cold as hell down there, but
she could survive on the surface.

Until her oxygen runs out.

When?

Gaeta: 46 hours and change, sir.

That's a hell of a long time
to stay in one place.

What if the Cylons appear?

They won't, not for a while.

What makes you say that?

Sending a patrol
instead of the base ship

tells me they didn't
even know we were here.

So they're searching
a lot of other places,

places with potential supplies.

Like staking out
water holes in the desert.

If we sent eight fighters to
search an entire star system

for 60-odd ships,
it would take us weeks.

Assume they're
better and faster.

It'll take them days.

A lot of assumptions
you're making.

Educated guess.

Talk to me about
searching the moon.

That's going to be slow going.

We can't see squat
through those clouds.

Send the ships
below the cloud cover.

Tell the pilots to take a hard
look the old-fashioned way.

Mark one eyeball, sir?

Mark one eyeball.

Commander,
call from colonial one.

Adama.

Commander Adama, I don't
wanna take much of your time.

I just wanted to say how happy we
all are you found one of your pilots.

Adama: Thank you,
madam president.

How is the search
progressing for the other pilot?

Nothing yet,
but we've just begun.

Roslin: I've spoken with
the other captains in the fleet.

They've agreed to give over
their ships at your disposal

it it'll increase
the odds of finding her.

Frak the odds.
We're going to find her.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Tell them we could
sure use the help.

I'll coordinate their efforts with
your cic. Continued good luck.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So it looks like we're going
to be staying here for a while.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a...

How long you think it will be before
the Cylons wonder what happened

to their missing patrol, and send
another one here to look for it?

You have attacked us hundreds
of times. We're still here.

I think you'll find that we are
more than adequately protected.

Might be a little tricky with the
fleet scattered over half this system,

looking for the lost pilot.

How many days till
the Cylons return, Gaius?

One?

Two?

Three at the most?

Doctor?

Your requisitions.

Thank you.

Madam president, I don't mean
to be impertinent, really, but,

do you honestly think
this is wise?

You are compromising
the security of the entire fleet

while we search for
one solitary pilot.

It is a risk, but those pilots put
their lives on the line for us every day.

Yes. I was just
saying that, to...

I'm not insensitive to that,
is what I'm saying.

I happen to know the
missing pilot personally.

Not as personally as you'd like.

Guess you'll never get to
find out if she's a real blonde.

Which makes it all
the more difficult for me,

because on one hand
I think of the pilot.

And then on the other hand I think
of the thousands of defenseless

women. And children, I
meant. Throughout the fleet.

I am sure commander Adama
has considered all of this.

Thank you, doctor.

Yes, of course he has.

Of course he has. Thank you.

It's okay. It's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.

Okay, get to higher ground.

Then they see you.
Then they rescue you.

Apollo, Galactica, we are being
bounced around like beach balls down here.

Visibility about two,
best spectrum.

Dualla: Copy, Apollo.

Whoa! Blue flight,
go vertical now!

Anything?

I don't think
anyone's left out there.

Must be someone.

We can't be the only two
people left in the world.

The good news is
my leg's much better

and we've got anti-radiation
meds to last three months.

I say we load up as
much food as we can and...

Move out.

Try to find a raptor
or a transport

or something
we can fly off Caprica.

Unless you can think
of a reason to stay.

Not really looking toward
to going back out there.

I've almost started to
think of this place as

home. Home.

No, sleep a little longer.

Who knows when we'll find
clean sheets again?

I'm going to go topside
and make some breakfast.

Breakfast.

Hey, is breakfast ready?

Get out of here! Go!

Lords, it's Kara thrace.

I'm running a little low on 02

and I could use a lucky break.

No? Okay, just thought
I'd mention it.

Oh, frak.

Not bad shooting,
if I do say so myself.

Lords, I owe you one.

Looks like I found my ride
out of here. If I can fix you up.

Galactica, Apollo. Bingo fuel.

Dualla: Roger, Apollo.
Return to base.

Can't you tank me in orbit?

Negative, Apollo.

The tankers are refilling. You'll
be dry before they can launch.

Are these figures correct?

Yes, sir.

Atmospheric ops mean viper and
raptor engines run continuously.

Fuel's going to be a real
problem if we keep it up.

Adama: Any report from
the civilian ships?

Nothing. They're
spread pretty far out.

We'll have a hell of a time trying
to cover them if the Cylons pop in.

We should consider pulling the
civvies into a defensible formation.

No. Keep all the ships
on the search.

We've left enough people behind. I
don't wanna leave Starbuck behind.

I'm just saying, committing
the entire fleet to this...

I said no!

We are going to find
our missing pilot

and we're going to
bring her home.

We leave no one behind.

Resume your duties.

Sharon?

Sharon, where are you?

Damn it, Sharon, where are you?

Sharon!

Sharon!

Frak me.

Are you alive?

What the hell happened
this time, captain?

I hit the roll thrusters to level off for
set down but only the left one fired.

Tyrol: It's that crap
you're flying into down there.

Gums everything up.

Get me another viper.

Love to, captain,
but this is 13 vipers

that are down, plus
your Mark vii. I'm out.

Damn it, I've got a pilot down
and I need another viper now.

I realize that, captain.

But you can push people a hell of a
lot further than you can push machines.

I'm the cag, you're the
chief. Just make it happen.

Commander, the clock has passed
five hours, sir, for Starbuck's 02 supply.

Noted.

Here's the photo mosaic for
the area we searched so far.

We've got to do
better than this.

Can't see very far when
you're hugging the ground.

You can't see anything
at all from altitude.

Not to mention the crap in the air
that keeps screwing up our ships.

13 vipers down for repairs.

We need more eyes.

Where we going to get them?

Pull the cap. What?

Redepon the combat
air patrol to the search.

Bad idea. The cap is
the eret's only defense.

If all vipers are frakking
around on the moon

when the Cylons come
calling, we're maggot meat.

Then bring the fleet
closer to the moon.

We can always scramble the vipers
from the search to meet any attack.

You've got to be kidding.

Bottom line, we can double the area
we can search in the time we have left.

Starbuck would be the first
one to tell you not to do this.

Nothing would make
you happier, would it?

Leave her behind.

Get rid of the foul-mouthed
insubordinate pilot

that keeps challenging
your authority.

You are way out of line, mister.

I'm not the one confusing
personal feelings with duty.

Oh, yeah? What the hell
does that mean?

It means you are way too close
to this because she's your friend.

Gentlemen!

We have work to do. Captain.

Get as many birds up in the air
as you can and we find our girl.

You got it.

Oh, my gods.

You bite me, I'll bite you back.

So I guess the only thing
flying you is you.

This must be your brain.

Idonttmnk youwineedit

good thing that
I brought one of my own.

Frak.

Even cockroaches have to
breathe. How the hell do you?

Captain. Call for you, sir.

Can someone finish
this up for me?

Where is it? That way.

Yeah, Apollo.

Billy: Hold for
president Roslin.

Roslin: How're you holding up?

Better than my viper.

We're slapping one together
from pieces of the others.

I need your help.

Did you know that your father just
redeponed the combat air patrol?

Yes, madam president.
It was my idea.

Your idea?

We need every viper we've got.

Maybe I'm missing something
about the tactics involved here

but isn't the fleet
defenseless without the cap?

Only for a short time.

Because after that...

Because after that, Kara's oxygen
will be gone and she'll be dead.

Are you very close
with lieutenant thrace?

I'm close with all my pilots.

And I assume the same
is true for your father?

His pilots mean a
lot to him. To all of us.

We don't leave anyone behind.

But we have left people
behind. You know that.

Not this time.

Your ftl drive should be
spun up and ready.

Just make sure everyone is set
to jump at the first sign of trouble.

With all due respect, captain,

there are times
when it is necessary

for the safety of
the fleet to put...

Not this time.

Madam president,

we just haven't exhausted
all the options

and the safety of the fleet
has not been compromised.

I hope you find her.

Thank you.

Blue flight reports
bingo fuel, sir.

Have them stay on the search.

Send the tanker to them.

Is there a problem, Mr. Gaeta?

It's just that trying to
tank in that turbulence, sir,

will be extremely hairy.

I suggest we wait until
the clock has run down

and then tank up on the
way back to Galactica.

Did someone call them
back to Galactica?

I just assumed...

The search was over?
It was hopeless?

That we should write
Starbuck off as dead?

Is that what you're
telling me, Mr. Gaeta?

No, sir.

Then what are you trying
to tell me, Mr. Gaeta?

You have your orders.

Yes, sir.

Time's up. She's out of O2.

The clock is a guess.

We don't know for a fact
that Starbuck is out of air.

Her tank only holds
so much oxygen.

She could have a reserve
supply in her survival gear.

A reserve? Yes.

What, she just happened to
pack an extra bottle today?

It's possible.

We are putting people at risk.

We have pilots out there...

We are not quitting.

Pushing themselves
and their ships

too hard, all for the sake of...

We are not quitting and
you are relieved, colonel.

I stand relieved, sir.

Come on,
you're part biological, right?

Which means
you need oxygen, right?

So it's got to be
here somewhere.

Commander, the president.

Adama.

Commander Adama,
I just wanted to say

how very sorry I am
about lieutenant thrace.

Please give my condolences to
your son and to the rest of the crew.

Excuse me, ma'am, but I
think you've been misinformed.

How?

We don't know
if Starbuck's dead.

I was told that her oxygen
had run out a half an hour ago.

That's an estimate.

She may have a reserve supply.

We'll continue the search as long
as there's a chance she may be alive.

And how long will that be?

Until I say stop.

This is a military decision,
madam president.

Thank you for your concern.

First on the list, seal you up,

figure out what controls what.

One of us needs a bath.

Now you're going to
teach me how to fly.

Apollo: Commander?

Red flight reports
an area of highlands here.

Increased visibility
out to 15 clicks maybe.

It's the wrong side of the moon.

Excuse me, commander...

Almost impossible to...

We have a signal from
colonial one's shuttle.

They request permission to land.
They have the president on board.

Why wasn't I notified the
president was coming on board?

There was no
advance notice, sir.

I didn't know she was coming.

Let's go.

Have colonel tigh meet her
at the airlock.

Bring her
to my quarters, please.

Very well.

Every flying machine
has four basic controls:

Power, pitch, yaw, and roll.

Where are yours?

Safety tip number one:
Don't touch that.

Are you going to order us
to stop the search?

I came here to talk,
not to give orders.

It may take an order.

Col. Tigh, do I need
to know something?

It's gone beyond military needs.

It's personal for the
commander and for Lee.

Because of lieutenant thrace?

Because of her,
and because of zak Adama.

The commander's dead son.

It's complicated.

Take about three weeks
to explain.

We've got about three
minutes. Talk fast.

She's going to press.

I'm with you.

President Roslin.

Adama: Madam president.

Skip the formalities. You
both know why I'm here.

Termination of a pilot's rescue
mission is a military decision.

That's a bunch of crap.

This isn't military,
it's personal.

Neither of you can
let go of Kara thrace

because she's your
last link to zak.

You don't know anything
about my brother.

Don't even begin, captain.

You've lost perspective.
As have you.

Under normal circumstances
it would just be sad

that the two of you can't
come to terms with zak's death.

In this situation you're
putting your pilots at risk

and you're exposing
the entire fleet to

possible attack every
moment we stay here.

We've been at risk of
an attack since day one.

The Cylons won't be missing
their patrol for at least one more day.

Col. Tigh, how much aviation fuel
has been expended in this operation?

Forty-three percent of reserves.

Almost half.
That's unacceptable.

Operations in
the moon's atmosphere

have put one third of
your fighters out of action.

That is also completely
unacceptable.

"Crap." "unacceptable."
Whatever it is you feel about this,

the recovery of one
pilot is a military matter.

All right. It's military. Fine.

And you're both officers.

And you're both honorable men.

And you're both perfectly aware
that you are putting the lives

of over 45,000 people and the
future of this civilization at risk

for your personal feelings.

Now if the two of you, of
all people, can live with that,

then the human race
doesn't stand a chance.

Clear your heads.

Combat. Stand by.

This is the commander.

Terminate search operations.

Bring everyone home.

Prepare the fleet to make
a jump to the next system.

We're leaving.

Okay, so it either
works or it doesn't.

Okay, it's power,
roll, pitch, and yaw.

We have control. Take me home.

You stink, but you're one
hell of a flying machine.

I want you to know,
I think she's wrong.

I think we have come to terms
with what happened to zak.

I haven't.

I need to know something.

Why did you do this?
Why did we do this?

Is it for Kara? For zak? What?

Kara was family.

You do whatever you have to do.

Sometimes you break the rules.

And if it was me
down there instead?

You don't have to ask that.

Are you sure?

If it were you

we'd never leave.

Colonel. Commander.

Resume your duties.

Sir, fighters are aboard, sir.

Civilian ships have begun
theirjumps to the next star system.

Give the word,
we'll start our clock.

Start the clock.

Mr. Gaeta, start the clock.

Gaeta: Starting clock.

Madam president, would
you like to return to your ship?

Thank you, I'll stay here.

I'd like to see how
the professionals do it.

As you wish.

Execute jump, lieutenant gaeta.

Aye, sir. Jump clock is running.

Navigation? Man 1: Go.

Woman: Go.

Tactical? Man 2: Go.

Flight ops?

Contact. Dradis contact.

Incoming, bearing 060,
carom 308.

Hold count.

Count held.

Contact is...

Man: Holding count.

Well?

Cylon raider, sir.

You're right.
It's just a matter of time.

He's on an intercept course.

He'll be on us before
we complete the jump.

Action stations, launch vipers.

Tigh: Action stations. Launch alert,
fighters. Cylon raider approaching.

Now look before
you shoot, please.

Gaeta: Gun captains report
weapons manned and ready.

Where the hell are the vipers?

Dualla: Most are being fuelled.

Hot dog and Apollo
are in the tubes.

Officer: Viper I, clear forward.

Navcon green, interval
failure. Abort launch.

Frak!

I guess I'm going solo.

Why only one cylon this time?

It could be a lone recon mission

or the vanguard for a cylon base
ship about to jump on top of us.

Either way, we're going to have
to take it out before we can jump.

Galactica, Apollo.
Target in sight.

You idiot. Didn't anybody
teach you intercept protocol?

Okay, we're going to have
to do this the hard way then.

This bastard's good.

They're closing fast. Port
guns have a firing solution.

Very well.

Hold still, you little...

No cigar for you.

Just a little bit closer.

Not that close!

What the...

I've lost him.

Galactica, I repeat,
he is nowhere to be seen.

Dradis.

No help.
Their reports have merged.

Launch tube status?

Still fouled.

We'll have a viper
away in 45 seconds.

This will be over in 45 seconds.

Holy...

Galactica, the cylon is now
flying in formation with me

right above my head.

This thing is acting weird.

Put me through.

It's Starbuck!

What?

Come again, Apollo?

Galactica, the cylon
raider is marked "Starbuck."

It's written under
the frakking wing.

Bring it into the bay.

If it does anything,
take it out.

Wilco, Galactica, but I tell
you what, it's got to be her.

This thing is flying
with some serious attitude.

Now your ass belongs to me.

Like my new toy?

Boy, when you take a
souvenir, you don't screw around.

Oh, my god,
you smell like a latrine.

You want to give me a bath?

How're you feeling?

Been a hell of a lot worse.

Don't have any ambrosia,
but the doc

can fix you up with
some really nice stuff.

It's not bad, is it? The knee?

Doc says it's too early to tell,

but knowing you, you'll be fine.

Kara.

Yeah?

You did good.

You did real good.

Need anything?

A stogie would be nice.

I had a feeling.

It's my last one, so enjoy it.

Thank you.

Get some rest.