All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica 2003 S04E02 Six of One-EN

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

Aurora, goddess of the dawn.

I thought that it would be
a nice figurehead for your model ship.

A fresh start.

Thank you.

Starbuck,
you're getting too low!

Come on, Lee,
get her out of there.

You come back!

Just let me go.

No!

Baltar's trial may
have been the trigger,

but this is a feeling I've
been having for a while.

It's time for a change.

Please, God,
don't let this child die.

How can you take him
and let me live?

God answered your prayers.
You have to see.

Look at him.

And no trace of a fever.

It's a miracle.

I need to know about the
other five. The types we've never seen.

It's true.
We're Cylons.

And we have been from the start.

You know, after that Raider
scanned me with that red light,

damn thing just cut and ran.

You think it
recognized you as a Cylon?

Maybe that's why
it didn't shoot me.

More important,
why didn't I shoot him?

Okay, what the hell's going on?
I'm off the ship for a few hours,

and everybody's acting...

A few hours?

Kara, you were gone
for over two months.

That's impossible.

How did you get here?

I told you,
I don't know exactly.

Damn it, they're still
going in the wrong direction.

One more jump and I'm gonna
lose my way all together.

It's Roslin.

The old man's not
gonna listen to me.

I gotta get to her.

No, no, wait!

Look alive!
And for frak's sake,

don't shoot
the godsdamned President!

Just let me talk to her.

Talk all you want, but it
ends with the first bang.

We're rolling down here.
Starbuck's got the President.

Gaeta, take the com.

Move.

Move!

Come on.

Move, come on!

Over by the couch.

Now!

I want to hate you so much.

So much.

You had a vision.
Remember?

The arrow, the temple.

I went down to that planet with you,
and it was a frakking Toaster party.

A lot of good people died.
Remember?

Yes, I do.

I trusted you.

On a vision.

That's it.

A vision!

I saw Earth.

I saw it with my own eyes.

And it's calling me back.

We're going the wrong way.

Why can't you trust me?

Shoot me.

If you think I'm a Cylon,
then I'm your enemy.

Shoot your enemy.

Take it!

I'm no more a Cylon
than you are.

And you know it.

I wish I did.

I've put my life on the
line for this frakking ship.

I have ate, slept and fought
next to the people that I love.

I have pissed off my friends!

I have broken more
rules than I've followed!

I frakked up, okay!
I messed up!

But it's all that I have.

Those people are my family.

And none of us belong here.

Two down.
We've got two down!

Shoot me!
If I'm a Cylon, shoot me!

They made you perfect,
didn't they?

Shots fired!

Down on the floor. Down
on the floor now! Now!

Let go of me!

Get off my... Get off me!

What are you doing? I
am not a Cylon, Mathias!

Madam President.

Mathias! Gods!

I don't...

What the frak's going on here?

I thought you were on the move.

We were. She's out
of her frakking mind!

Gods!
You all right?

Get off me!

Get off!

Listen to me, please.

I'm losing it.

The ringing.

The way to Earth.

It's getting weaker.

Don't you understand?

Don't any of you understand?

It was so...
It was so clear.

Like it was coming
from the next room.

Stop looking at me like that.

I can feel it slipping away.

Even without jumping,
as we move,

it's half of what it was
when I got here.

Half.

If we keep jumping,
it'll be gone,

and we'll never find it again.

I thought that's what
we wanted. A way to Earth.

Do you hear me?

Get her out of here.

Yes, sir. Let's go.

You better work on your aim,
because I'm not gonna stop!

You're gonna have to kill me!

One more jump and it'll be gone!

Admiral!

The excited state
decays by vibrational relaxation

into the first
excited singlet state.

Yes, yes, and merrily we go.

Reduce atmospheric
nitrogen by 0.03%.

It is not much consolation that
society will pick up the bits.

Leaving us at eight modern,

where punishment rather than
interdiction is paramount.

Please cut the fuse. They
will not harm their own.

End of line. Limiting
diffusions to two dimensions

increases the number of evolutionary
jumps within the species.

Rise and measure
the Temple of the Five.

Transformation is the goal.
They will not harm their own.

Data-font
synchronization complete.

The Hybrid is clearly
telling us something.

The Hybrid is always
telling us something.

They are supposed to maintain operations
on each ship, not vomit metaphysics.

All right. I give up.

What? What is she
trying to tell us?

They're in the Colonial Fleet
with the humans.

They? They who?

The Final Five.

The Raiders refused to fight

because they sensed the Final Five
might be in the Colonial Fleet.

They could have been caught.
They could be in hiding.

No, wait, stop.
Stop right now.

Turn around. Go and
take a cleansing walk.

And I'm gonna try and
forget what I just heard.

The Final Five, Cavil, they are
near! This is far too important.

What their eyes must have
seen, witnessed over time.

Do they look anything like us?

That's enough!

Don't you realize
what you're doing?

You're openly
discussing the Final Five.

That's forbidden!

You're toying with our survival.

Look at yourselves.

Look, there's millions of
Twos who have that nose.

Millions of Sixes
possess that mouth.

Eights share those breasts
and Ones have this brain.

We're mechanized copies.

There's a reason the original
programmers clearly felt

that it's a mistake for us
to contact the Final Five!

No.

Violating that programming
threatens our survival!

Something has changed.

Thoughts have changed.
Yes, they change.

The Raiders changed. That's
where all this started, with them.

Somehow they exceeded
their programming,

and unlike us,
they can't correct themselves.

So we're gonna
have to do it for them.

Do what?

We'll reconfigure
their neural architecture,

and shave down
their heuristic responses.

Dumb them down?
Lobotomize them?

They're tools, not pets.

But in any case,
it has to be done.

Says who?

Says God almighty, the
voice of reason, that's who!

When are you gonna hear it?

You don't have the authority to make
any change without a majority vote.

Well, we'll vote. The Fours
and Fives will be on my side.

There will be a vote. The
Raiders hear what we hear.

The Raiders are simple machines.

No.

Something extraordinary has
happened. Something is calling to us.

Pushing us to discover our origins, to
understand our place in the universe.

The Raiders are part of
that, and the Final Five...

Are anywhere
but with the humans.

You're late.

I had to wait for
Cally to nod off, okay?

She's having trouble sleeping.

- Did you see Kara?
- I saw her.

She's crazy as a latrine rat.

If anything, she's more
like Starbuck than ever.

She's my wife.

And the President nearly
put a bullet in her skull

because she suspected
her of being a Cylon.

You are one!

We bring attention to
ourselves, we're frakked!

If Starbuck is one of us, she's
playing it big the other way.

The four of us heard the music
and sought each other out.

She hasn't.

We're still missing one.

Baltar.

Not Baltar, but when I found him
in the temple on the Algae Planet,

he was with one of those skin
jobs. The one they call D'Anna.

She saw something in there,
I don't know what it is.

But they talked.

He might know something.

He's got those one-god nut cases
believing he's some kind of healer.

He brought some
boy out from a coma.

Maybe he knows who the fifth is.

Yeah, maybe he knows who we are.

Then we gotta
get in close and find out.

How do you propose we do that?

Take him out for drinks?

Well, he is accomplished
at two things.

Lying in his cell,
and lying in a woman.

He'd poke a skin job.

He racked up a Six,
that's a given.

There is no way.

You don't have to get on
your back for him, but...

Oh, gee, thanks.

What were you doing?

What were you thinking?

What happened to you?

I saw Earth.

The shape of it,
the smell of it,

the feel of it on
my skin in my pores.

And I swear to you, it was
like I'd been there before.

Like I never left.

You're too stupid to figure out you
just screwed over the one ally you had.

You didn't have
the guts to hold on.

Tell me, who's gonna help you?

Yeah, frak me, huh?

It sure as hell
isn't gonna be you.

You've gotta remind yourself
that you're somebody else.

You're the President's
wet nurse.

You're the one who
doesn't have the guts.

Nice to know you
still care, Admiral.

We're going the wrong way!

We have all conferred with
our models, and the results are in.

The Fours and the Fives
have joined us Ones,

and voted to
reconfigure the Raiders.

Gee, what a surprise.

Well, the Twos, Sixes and
Eights voted against it,

so we're deadlocked.

Hopelessly, but you were right.

And I'm machine enough
to admit that I was wrong.

What are you talking about?

Something extraordinary
has happened.

Eight.

What's going on?

Boomer.

I'm not going to sugarcoat this.

So, I'll just say that this
Eight has voted to reconfigure.

- What?
- Shocked?

I was shocked, too.

But no one has ever
voted against their model.

No one. Is this true?

We have to be able
to defend ourselves.

No, this is unconscionable.

This is wrong. She can't.

You had something to do with this.

No, it was her decision totally.

You cannot allow this.

There is no law.
There's no edict.

There's nothing that forbids it.

It's just never happened before.

Yeah, try and remember you said
that when he boxes your line.

Now, don't be a sore loser.

If you do this, we all lose.

We think it's for the best.

The best?
Have you lost your mind?

Our identities are
determined by our models.

Each model is unique.
We belong together.

You know this
better than anyone.

"Mechanized copies."
Those are your very words.

"Something has changed."
Those are your very words.

And I wholeheartedly agree.

The Raiders are sentient,
just as we are.

There was a plan, a
divine plan in our design.

You're butchering them.

We're reconfiguring them.

You are not God.

No.

I'm a mechanic.

The Raiders were designed
to do a specific job.

They stopped doing it.
I'm fixing that.

And when the cutting's all done,
they'll go back to being happy warriors.

So let's move on, all right?

I'll pray for you.
I'll pray hard.

All right, you hooch
hounds! Lock it up!

It's time. Shut the frak up!
Pay attention. Pay attention.

Hey! We're saying goodbye

to the best damn jock you pink
ass cones will ever hope to see.

Oh, shut up.

Major?

Let's go! Come on!

I have a drink.

Let's do this. Come on now.

I'm not thirsty.

To Galactica!

To Galactica!

To the men and women
of Galactica.

To the Admiral.

To the Admiral.

Who commands the men
and women of Galactica.

And to our sweethearts,
husbands and wives.

Sweethearts.

To our sweethearts.

To absent friends.

Absent friends.

Excuse me.

Watch yourself.

Say what?
Excuse me.

You're spying on me, Tory.
I've seen you here.

No, no. I heard
about the miracle.

The child?

Yes.

You mean Laura Roslin
has heard about it.

All right, I have been spying on you.

Well, it's lucky I was
sitting down, isn't it?

I've been watching these
people. The way they look at you.

Of course, if you go
screaming to the President

that my newfound popularity
borders on the phenomenal,

then she should be very worried.

I came here on my own.

And I slept with
your boss last night.

Oh, come on, be nice.
What's it gonna cost you?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my giddy aunt.

Get a grip, Gaius.

If she's not lying,

she really could be a
wonderful source of information.

Why don't you feel her out?

Feel her what?

What?

I'm not talking to you,
actually.

Try and forget me for a moment.

Ask her what she's doing here.

I am talking to you.
Why did you come here?

Maybe it was a mistake.

Well, I can't stop thinking
about what's happened.

You were found innocent when
everyone hated you. I hated you.

And this healed boy,
the return of Kara Thrace.

I mean, everyone
thought she was dead.

So perhaps there are miracles.

Perhaps.

The thing is, somehow you seem
to be at the center of them.

Yes, I do, don't I?

I don't understand myself,
to be honest. Just...

Well, it seems that God has
chosen me to sing his song.

A song?

Music.
Did you say music?

No.
Yeah, you know, it's funny.

It's a lot like that.

It's like the distant chaos
of an orchestra tuning up.

And then somebody
waves a magic wand,

and all of those notes
start to slide into place.

A grotesque, screeching
cacophony becomes a single melody.

I really shouldn't be seen here.

Who the frak are you?

What? Am I supposed to be impressed?

I mean, you're me.
Obviously you're me, so...

Unless you're not me, huh?

Six?

Is it you, Six?
In disguise?

Now, why would she need to
disguise herself from you?

Well, you've got
a very good point.

Let's talk about Tory.
Where is she?

Shall we talk about Tory?

'Cause we both know
where this is heading.

You like her, don't you?

Yeah, well, you know, she's a sexy lady.

Yeah, yeah.

Hot.

You slay me.
You really do, Gaius.

Why?

She's more than all these
things. She's special.

And you feel it.

Fragile.
Fragile.

Yeah, I sense that, too.
You're very observant. Fragile.

Handle with care.

Oh, I'd love to.

You're enjoying that
more than usual.

Hair of the dog.
Lee's party.

What do we do now?
Put her on trial?

Find Romo Lampkin?
Take a show of hands?

I don't know.

Follow her into an ambush?

She is driven.
Yeah.

You gonna keep waltzing, or
are you gonna sit down and talk?

What's going on? Sit.

What if she's telling the truth?

She was supposed
to die out there.

She didn't.
I can't explain it.

What if she was meant to
help us? And this was a...

A what? A miracle?

Is that what you want to
call this? Go ahead, say it.

Grab your piece
of the golden arrow.

I want to hear Admiral atheist
say that a miracle happened.

You shot at her and
you missed at close range.

Doloxan fraks with your aim.

So does doubt.

I pulled the trigger
and I'd do it again.

She put her life in front of a
bullet as if it had no meaning.

You drop an egg,
you reach for another.

Maybe convincing you meant
more to her than her own life.

Is that your miracle? You
want to talk about miracles?

On the very same day

that a very pale doctor informed
me that I had terminal cancer,

most of humanity was
annihilated, and I survived.

And by some mathematical
absurdity, I became President.

And then my cancer disappeared.

Long enough for us
to find a way to Earth.

You can call it
whatever you want.

And now I'm dying.

Don't talk that way.

Bill, you gotta face this.

My life is coming
to an end soon enough.

And I am not going to apologize
to you for not trusting her.

And I am not, I am not going to
trust her with the fate of this fleet.

You are so buckled up inside.

You can't take any more loss. Your
son's leaving, this, me. I know it.

No one's going anywhere.

Okay.

Here's the truth.
This is what's going on.

You want to believe Kara.

You would rather
be wrong about her

and face your own demise
than risk losing her again.

You can stay in the room,
but get out of my head.

You're so afraid to live alone.

And you're afraid
to die that way.

You're afraid that you may not be
the dying leader you thought you were.

Or that your death may be as
meaningless as everyone else's.

Zarek nominated me for the
vacant Quorum spot, so I...

You're Zarek's wingman.

All right, all right, you know, stow
it, okay? I've heard it all before.

The guy's a piece of work, I know. His
head's as big as the house I grew up in.

I'm pretty new to all
this. I could use the help.

Besides, I never really
could say no to anything.

Except me.

Especially you.

You know, I think I finally understand
what you meant about having a destiny.

I've got to do this.

And the fact that I don't have
an explanation why doesn't...

Doesn't really
seem to matter anymore.

So say we all.

So say we all.

Good luck on your
journey, Lee Adama.

You, too, Kara Thrace.

Okay.

All right.

Lee.

I believe you.

Red and blue sections will go
first, yellow and green will follow.

Skid's up in 10 minutes.

Starbuck, if you've got a
problem, I don't want to hear it.

My only problem is that you
didn't preach that sermon a week ago.

Keep your ears open.

Any Cylon contact has
shut down and bugged out.

Questions?

Yeah, when are you
coming back to the card game?

We're on tomorrow night!

Hey, all right, all right.

Good luck.
And be careful out there.

Attention to orders!

In recognition of honorable,
loyal and faithful service,

Madam President, Admiral
of the Colonial Fleet,

ladies and gentlemen,
Major Lee Adama.

Salute!

Good luck.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Well, it looks like
you got the house.

I'll miss you.

Goodbye, Lee.

Look after yourself.

We want you to stop
lobotomizing the Raiders, Cavil.

Raiders with free will?
Not going to happen.

Do you know what just
really rankles my ass?

You've been pointing fingers,

falsely accusing me of
manipulation just short of tyranny,

when you're the one that's
been leading the charge here.

We want you to stop.

You're not in charge.
We had a vote.

For the last time, will you
stop lobotomizing the Raiders?

It's unbelievable,
isn't it? Unbelievable.

For the last time,

no.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Come in.

This is cute.
Centurions can't vote, Six.

Oh, they're not
here to vote, Cavil.

Am I hurting you?
No.

What's wrong?
Nothing.

What do you mean nothing?
You're crying.

It's just something
I do during sex.

All the time?
Yeah.

I'm really sorry.

Don't be sorry.
Why should you apologize?

You should be thankful.

You have an abundance
of feeling.

I've never really
thought of it like that.

Well, I mean, you're
blessed, aren't you?

I don't know. I guess.

I suppose I could be a Cylon.

Well, I don't know about that.

Human beings don't exclusively
hold the patent on suffering.

Cylons can feel.

You believe that?

Yeah, I do, actually.

I've spent time amongst them.

Man may have made them, but God's at
the beginning of the string, isn't he?

It's God who imbued them
with a soul. The one true God.

One God?

The one true God.

You know, I'm becoming increasingly
tired of holding that in.

Of denying that essential truth.

Now, this, this isn't funny.

Leave.

I said leave!

Why don't they leave?

The telencephalic inhibitor that restricts
higher functions in the Centurions?

We had them removed.

Say what?

You dumbed down the Raiders.

We the Leobens, the Sharons, gave
the Centurions the gift of reason.

You have no authority to do this. None.

You can't do anything without a vote!

No, we can't do anything with
one, so we're finished voting.

What have you done?

First thing they learned is what
you were doing to the Raiders.

You can imagine how they felt.

Oh, no.

Sir, the Fleet is
prepped and ready for jump.

Execute jump.

Go back!

Go back.

Cuff her.

So.

You quietly cut me loose in deep space?

I'm not afraid to die.

Little easier after you've
been through it once.

Harder.

Especially now that I'm
seeing things so clearly.

You're making a mistake.

Maybe I am.

But I can't take the chance that you're
right and not do something about it.

Helo hand-picked a crew for
you. I'm giving you a ship.

I hope you can stand the smell.

We liberated the Demetrius.

It's a sewage recycling ship.

The party line will be that we're going
for a scouting mission, looking for food.

So you think I'm right.

Maybe. Maybe not.

But I know she is,
the President.

She's been right all
along. I'm tired of losing.

I'm tired of turning away from the
things that I want to believe in.

And I believe you when you say that
you'll die before you stop trying.

And I won't lose you again.

Now go.

Find a way to Earth.