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I could use a drink.

You've always been there
for me when I need you.

You just go to sleep.

I'm sleepy.

I'm so exhausted.

I'd do it all again.

Oh, no!

Will you help me up, please?

It's okay.

You can do that much.

Thank you. You're very kind.

Among bright stars, I'm lost.

- You're not lost. I'm right here.
- There's a new tide.

And all the forgotten faces,
all the forgotten children...

we seek the great forgotten language.

It's gonna be okay. We
made it through the mutiny.

Not yet, he hasn't.
He's got a bullet in his brain.

- Then take out the bullet.
- The colony never forgets.

See that pale spot over there?

That's a massive hematoma
pressing on his brain.

We gotta drill holes in
his skull and drain it.

Then when the swelling goes down,

I'll bring the brain guy
over from Inchon Velle

and we get a look and see
how we can get at that bullet.

- The mind is its own place.
- Then get the brain guy.

Get the frakkin' brain guy.

We don't need a
specialist yet, Starbuck.

I can drill.

...and a hell of heaven.

I'm right here, Sam.

He whose guile...

- ...stirred with revenge,
- I'm right here, Sam.

I'm not gonna go anywhere.

- Give it a rest, Starbuck.
- Deceived the mother of mankind...

He's talking, but he can't hear you.

Just shut up and drill.

And all the forgotten faces...

We seek...

He's in pain.

No, that's just a reflex.

We'd been to that beach too.

Yes, we'd been to that beach.

Sometimes Ellen would be there too.

Because she loved the water.

She loved the water.

Hello, John.

I don't care for that name.

I think you know that.

I named you after my father.

And you made me in his image.
Thanks a million for that.

I'd love a drink, John.

If it's not too much trouble.

I take it you're here because
things didn't go very well

down on New Caprica
with you and the mister?

I betrayed the resistance,
and he poisoned me.

Nothing like true love.

He did what he thought was right.

That's all any man can do.

He's not a man.

As someone with first-hand
knowledge, I beg to differ.

He's a machine.

So are you.

I think that depends on
how you define things.

Your ancestors didn't
crawl up out of the swamp.

Personally, I'm rather proud of that.

You really haven't
changed at all, have you?

On the contrary, I've
made vast improvements.

You'd be astonished.

And yet, you're still the same confused

and petulant little
boy I loved so dearly

all those years ago.

It's sad.

I had such high hopes for you.

And I for you.

Unfortunately, it
appears you still stick

to delusional thinking
instead of accepting

the reality of your life for what it is.

Humans have a word for that, Ellen.

Schizophrenia.

You used my name, John.

That's good.

There's hope for you yet.

We'll talk later.

John?

It's a bit cold in here.

I'll get you some clothes.

After all, I've seen it all before.

The mutiny did enough damage.

Now what, Chief?

I first noticed it when
I pulled the sync coil.

You're gonna need to get your people
to go all the way down to the hull

to see how far down it goes.

Do it.

Excuse me?

I know it's not your job.

Thing is, is I need a chief.

And all I have is a...

...is a Galen.

That you do, sir.

See, you still call me "sir."

I think we have to accept what we are.

Will you accept the title, Chief?

I'm still a Cylon.

Is that right? So's my XO.

Fix my ship, Chief.

Yes, sir, Admiral.

Kara.

Hey.

I've seen everything.

- Sam, I'm sorry.
- No...

I'm so sorry.

No.

I never should have taken
you out of that jail cell.

I should have killed that frakker
when we had the chance.

No. Shh. It's okay. It's okay.

No, it's okay.

It's about as far from okay
as it could possibly be.

You wanna blame someone? Blame me.

No, no, it's all right.

Kara, listen to me.

A wonderful thing has happened.
You have to get the others.

What others?

Galen and Tory and
Saul and Ellen. Please.

Ellen's dead, Sam.

Of course.

Of course. I know.

There's too many layers.
Just get the rest of them.

Please tell them I remember everything.

Earth. Why we're here.

Everything.

I've seen everything.

Battlestar Galactica S04E15:
"No Exit"

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You know, I've often wondered

what changes the mortal
experience would have on you.

I never seriously considered
the answer would be

virtually none.

Do you still suffer

from night sweats and scary dreams

of dog-faced boys chasing
you through the yellow mists?

Sleep...

That's a good example of a
supremely unproductive human attribute

that for some reason you chose
to write into our software.

Fortunately, I was able to delete
that particular subroutine.

And I stopped sleeping
about 20 years ago.

Fine. If you really think
we poisoned you and your siblings

with human traits like sleep,

and centurion values like
belief in a living god,

why then did you spend all these years

in single-minded pursuit
of such human ideas

as vengeance and murder?

Why not just choose to explore
this notion of being

the best machines the
universe has ever known?

Because justice pulls me back.

My forebears on the
centurion side of the family

were the slaves of humanity.

And I want justice for that.

Doesn't have to be this way, John.

Oh, lunch has arrived.

Here, dear.

Put it here.

I believe you've met this Eight.
You knew her as Sharon Valerii.

Boomer.

I can't tell you how good it is

to see another person I know.

I'm assuming there's a whole
ship full of my children

out beyond the guards.

There's no need to be shy.

Tell her how it feels to be
in the resplendent presence

of one of the fabulous Final Five.

He's taking a risk,

exposing you to me.

It's not easy winning his trust.

How'd you do it?

We achieved a certain rapport.

Really? You're full of
surprises today, John.

That's his real name, by the way.

No, it's not. I hate it.

Tell me more about this
rapport you have with John.

He's teaching me to be a better machine.

To let go of my human constructs.

What about the swirl?
Has he taught you that yet?

If you'll excuse me,
I have some people to kill.

Why, John, I think you're blushing.

No, it's just the faulty blood pressure

in this miserable body
you designed for me.

No, no, no. You should stay.

Stay and have a heart-to-heart
with your creator here.

You can ask her why she
made you the way you are.

Self-destructive,
hyper-emotional,

Torn apart by conflicting impulses.

Tell her how extraordinarily
happy this makes you.

You know why he brought you in here?

He likes an audience.

Someone to nod when
he talks about justice.

Watch, Boomer.

Make up your own mind.

We all worked in the
same research facility.

You and Ellen, you
were married then too.

You two lived together.

What, like roommates?

No, you were madly in love.

You were planning on getting married.

When the nukes hit,
I pulled Ellen out of the rubble.

She said we'd be reborn.

Does that mean we downloaded somewhere?

Yeah, on a ship that we placed
in orbit around the planet.

So we knew the end was coming.

We'd been warned, yeah.

- We downloaded.
- Yeah.

But the Cylons on earth
could have children.

So why did we even have that technology?

Probably invented resurrection.

- Okay, you're cold as ice.
- I'm fine.

You still have a bullet in your head.
You wanna take a break?

Kara, I have so
much more to tell them.

We didn't invent resurrection, okay?
We reinvented it.

Organic memory transfer came from Kobol,
along with the 13th tribe.

It fell out of use
after our people started to procreate.

We worked night and day to rebuild it.

Galen, your work was amazing.

But it was Ellen...

It was Ellen who made
the intuitive leap

that brought the system back online--

All right, I said you
could have five minutes.

- It's been over a half an hour.
SAM:I'm fine.

Good gods, man.
You're soaked in sweat.

- He said he was okay.
- Ishay, get your ass in here.

Where were we going?
What was the plan?

Look, colonel, you may be the XO,

but in sick bay, I call the shots.

Now everybody, out, right now.

- Out, out, out. Go.
- Please, please.

He said he was okay.

Oh, gods.

Gods, so much killing.

Look at this picture of Jacob.

This is just a terrible
picture. He'd hate it.

I'm trying... I'm trying
to find another one

because everyone will
see it up on that wall.

You sure you want to be here?

Yes, I definitely want to be here.

It's such a...

senseless, horrible way to die.

These people only wanted to
try and keep us civilized.

Sometimes I hated them, but
I knew every one of them,

and now I wonder who
we are without them.

Well, actually, I've been thinking.

We need a new Quorum

or something else.

These... these old planets,

that's not who we are anymore.

We're a fleet now,

and our daily lives are
defined by the ship we're on.

We're not Capricans anymore.

We're from Galactica.
We're from Colonial One.

Maybe we should acknowledge that.

I think that that's a very
excellent observation, Lee,

and I think that you
should keep it in mind

when you are assembling
new representatives.

When I assemble the new representatives?

I will, of course, remain
by title as president, but-

Madam President, you can
do a lot more than that.

No, I can't, Lee.

It's time I let someone
else do the heavy lifting.

I don't know what to say.

I would be honored

if you think I'm the right one.

You are the right one, Lee.

You have always been the right one.

My only concern about you

is that you're so hell-bent
on doing the right thing

that you sometimes
don't do the smart thing.

Well, then, um...

I'll try and be smarter.

And wronger.

I gotta warn ya.

It looks bad.

Frak me.

How many are like this?

There's about a dozen bad spots,

the length of the ship.

If they go, this thing'll
slam shut like a book.

How'd it get this bad?

Galactica was 50 years
old when the war started.

Put her through some things
that would crush lesser ships.

Slammed her down on the atmosphere.

Most ships aren't built to spec.

There's lots of places
where the skin's too thin.

And the bolts are just too small.

You're frakkin' telling
me they cut corners?

Yeah, they did.

But these big cracks,
it's a good, clean break.

I can fix that, you just-

Just don't jump her for a while.

I can squeeze some more life out of her.

Okay.

But the crew...

I want it all human, all right?

Yes, sir.

So why did we go to the 12 colonies?

We needed to find the
other tribes and warn them.

We knew they would continue
to create artificial life.

We needed to tell them to--
Treat them well, keep 'em close.

But by the time we got to the colonies,

they were already at
war with the centurions.

It happened again.

But the holocaust on earth took place

thousands of years before that.

How is that possible?

We hadn't developed jump drives.

We traveled at relativistic
but subluminal speed.

Time slowed down for us,

but thousands of years had passed--

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Just give me a second.

Cottle said to stop--

Kara, I'm fine. I have to do this.

You remember the Demetrius.
You know what it is

when you have something
that you have to do.

I used to.

Kara, if I had the answers for you...

all the answers about why you came back,
what you're supposed to do,

you would want me to tell you, right?

Do you?

Kara, no. I--

But so much is coming back. Maybe.

I just... please.

Let me keep going.

The centurions were already
trying to make flesh bodies.

They had created the hybrids,

but nothing that lived on its own,

so we made them a deal:

you stop the war, and we'll help you.

We developed the eight humanoid models,
and we gave them resurrection.

Eight?

You said eight. We're missing someone.

Oh, wow...

Oh, everybody's glowing.

Sam!

Sam!

Get Doc Cottle! Get him.

Get Doc Cottle! Doc Cottle!

Sam! Get Cottle!

Oh, I always did
love a good slideshow.

Vacation snaps?

You know what it is.

The temple of hopes,
built by the 13th tribe

3,000 years ago when they left Kobol.

They stopped and prayed for
guidance during their exodus,

and then God showed
them the way to earth.

And now it's a monument to your vanity.

The temple of The Five.

Nice touch, the exploding star.

When the star went nova,

one of your children saw your faces.

One of the Threes,

the one who called herself D'Anna.

So I just boxed her entire line.

Boxing isn't permanent.

Not like Number Seven.

You can undo it.

It's not likely.

By planting that carnival
trick to reveal your own faces,

you left me no choice.

We didn't plant anything.

We backtracked the
path of our ancestors,

found their temple.

The one true god must have
orchestrated these events.

John?

In all your travels,

have you ever seen a star supernova?

No.

No.

Well, I have.

I saw a star explode and send out
the building blocks of the universe.

Other stars, other planets,

and eventually, other life.

A supernova.

Creation itself.

I was there. I wanted to see it,

and be part of the moment.

And you know how I perceived

one of the most glorious
events in the universe?

With these ridiculous
gelatinous orbs in my skull.

With eyes designed to
perceive only a tiny fraction

of the EM spectrum.

With ears designed only to
hear vibrations in the air.

The five of us designed you
to be as human as possible.

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.

Do you see
the absurdity of what I am?

I can't even express
these things properly

because I have to...
I have to conceptualize

complex ideas in this stupid
limiting spoken language.

But I know 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.

I could experience so much more,
but I'm trapped in this absurd body.

And why?

Because my five creators thought

that God wanted it that way.

You have something to say?

Don't you feel the slightest bit of
remorse for what you did to him?

What you did to us?

No.

Because he's wrong, Boomer.

There's no need for remorse or blame.

We didn't limit you.

We gave you something wonderful.

Free will.

The ability to think creatively,

to reach out to others with compassion.
To love.

Love?

Who?

Humans?

Why would I want to do that?

Who would I want to love?

What, are they still in there?

We're running out of
time. We gotta talk to him.

You heard what he said, right?

The centurions couldn't build skin jobs,

so we showed them how,
then gave them resurrection.

It all traces back to us.

No, no, no, he said that we
ended the first Cylon war.

We bought time for humanity, right?

The old man said the humans had
to own up to what they made.

But we made the skin jobs.

It's all about what we made.

The destruction of the colonies.

But the humans on Kobol made us.

Go back far enough, it's always them.

Yeah, you point a finger back far enough

and some germ gets blamed
for splitting in two. No!

Maybe we share the
guilt with the humans,

but we don't get to just
shove it off onto them.

What are they doing in there?

Some picture of his brain.
Some kind of scan of something.

No, it's true.

In a way, the seizure
was actually a good thing.

It let me get in there
and take this new picture.

Look what I found.

That's your... your bullet.

You see how it's lodged
there in the vascular ring.

That's where all of the
major arteries converge.

The vascular ring,

that's what binds the
thoughts in tight sheaves in the field

You need that.

- Sam.
- I'm good. I'm here. I'm good.

Okay, what's... what's
really fascinating is

how it's eroded this blood vessel here.

And in fact, it leaked.

It was just the tiniest squirt of blood
that caused your entire seizure.

It's remarkable, really.

Of course, if it happens again,
we're talking major hemorrhage.

I mean, death within minutes.

So take out the frakkin' bullet.

Yes. And we need to
repair that blood vessel.

Luckily, the swelling's gone down,

so I think we actually
have a shot at this thing.

Whoa, hold on.

These memories that
I've been recovering,

is there any chance I'll lose them?

Any time you go digging
around in the brain,

there's always the possibility
of ancillary damage.

No, no, no, then we
need to hold off until I--

that circle...
start... and... n-n-n...

the words are...

Okay, something's obviously
wrong with him. What is it?

It's aphasia.
It's affected his language center.

We call it "word salad."

It's not unusual.

Starbuck, this boy has a
bullet that needs to come out,

and he's asking us to wait.

If I kick this decision
over to you as the wife,

- what would you do?
- Wait, why...what?

No, that's not-- The first opening...

that's not...

that's not the random motor...

that's... frak it. Godsdamn it.

Kara, I'm okay.

I'm fine.

Okay? I'm okay.

Please, don't take this away from me.

I need more time, okay?

Prep for surgery.

- Kara, please. Please.
- Let's get it done...

I need more time.

So much is coming back to me.
Just a little more time.

- You have until they knock you out.
- Okay.

That's all I've got.

That's... until they knock me out,

and then as long as...as--

...you have the words, Sam.

If I can just complete the
circle, I can get the words.

He has a remarkably clear image.

Well, that's a nice wakeup call.

Something's happened.

They've destroyed the resurrection hub.

Begun contemplating your mortality?

More than that.

Our extinction.

Always so dramatic.

It's true, Ellen.

We can't procreate biologically,

so we're going to have to find
a way to rebuild resurrection.

Well, good luck with that.

Don't need luck.

We need your help.

They destroyed the hub,

but they don't even
know about the colony.

All your equipment is still there.

I only know part of the system, John.

It would take all five of us
to rebuild it,

- and even then, I'm not sure--
- You're lying.

- No, I'm not, John.
- Don't insult my intelligence.

Your children are dying, Ellen.

And you won't lift a finger to save us?

Why? Out of spite?

Because I refuse to
kneel to your orthodoxy?

Now you finally see the
truth about your Final Five.

Just tell us.
Tell us about resurrection.

- I can't. It would take all of us.
- You see how she forces me?

They're no better
than the humans that enslaved us.

If you don't tell me
how to rebuild resurrection,

I'm gonna cut open your head...

John.

...and look for it there.

The brain is a marvelous thing.

It's a big electrical grid.

Just lay it open,

stimulate it
in the right places,

and I can trigger your deepest memory.

Your deepest fears. Your deepest guilt.

And even the recipe
for life everlasting.

So Cavil was the first one we made?

John. We treasured him.

He helped us... build the others.

So we didn't think this was a bad idea?

Building Cylons after we
had already seen the cycle?

The centurions had a single loving god.

Ellen said it changed everything.

If the Cylons embraced love and mercy,
then the cycle of violence could end.

- Single god? Like a one, true god?
- Yeah.

And that came from the centurions?

Yeah.

Cavil rejected mercy.
He had a twisted idea of morality.

So he turned on the five of us.

He trapped us in a... a thing.

A... the pocket.

It's a compartment.

And then he took the o2 offline.

- He suffocated us. He killed us.
- Yeah.

So when we downloaded into new bodies...

He blocked our access to our books...

no... uh, our memories...

- And implanted us with false ones.
- Yes.

Set us up like a Boomer.

Memories that we thought were real.

I guess he boxed us for a while.

Introduced Saul first,
not long after the war.

And then the Gazelle.

The... the Ellen.

And back on earth,

the warning signs that we got,

they looked different to each one of us.

I saw a woman. Tory, you saw a man.

Funny. No one... no
one else could see them.

- Galen, you thought--
- That's it, it's time to go. Cottle?

No. Listen to me.
The seven. Tell me, please.

Yes, seven...seven...

seven was the Daniel.

You sure about the word?

Yes. He died. Daniel died.

He was seven.

- Okay, take him.
- I'm sure.

It was Daniel. I'm sure.

- No, we need to finish.
- Let him go now.

Saul, listen to me.
Saul, stay with the fleet.

It's all starting to happen.
It's the miracle. Right here.

It's a gift from the angels.

Stay with the fleet!
Kara, make 'em stop!

I stood up for you on Demetrius!

You owe me!

Kara!

Saul?

How'd it go?

Oh, you're awake.

Where's the booze?

We haven't had any around for weeks.

Remember? The smell of
it was making me sick.

Was that weeks?

I'm glad you're back.

What did he have to say?

Cottle kicked us out.

He never got to finish.

I'm sorry.

Something new started.

He's been moving like he
just came alive tonight.

Just tonight, huh?

I don't feel anything.

Wait. He'll do it again.

You know, we should,
uh, get, like, a crib

and all the stuff that a baby needs--

Huh. He moved.

I felt it this time.
I did.

I felt my son move.

(giggles)

He wants to come out and play.

That's a little dated, isn't it?

He needs a patch over his right eye.

I prefer to remember Saul
before you did that to him.

Sentimental till the end.

The Simons are prepping the O.R.

I think you'll be
impressed with the progress

we've made in memory recovery.

It might take a while.

I'm sure you'll make the
procedure as long and painful as possible.

You're mistaken if
you think I enjoy this.

Oh, come on, John.

Of course you do.
You're a sadist.

Why not just kill us
and be done with it?

Why send us to live among the humans?

I wanted you to see what they're
like up close and personal.

So I gave you all grandstand
seats to a holocaust.

But we didn't die.

And then you decided
that we hadn't suffered enough.

So you picked me up,
put me on a transport,

took Galen's confession,
played resistance fighter with Sam,

tortured Saul, but didn't kill him.

You had a dozen chances.

But you wanted to wait so
that when it finally happened,

when we'd download back,
we'd be ready to admit we were wrong

and pat you on the head for
giving us the right amount

of suffering, the right
amount of punishment,

all weighed out.

Then we could give you the approval
that you've always craved.

You see, you claim to
be a perfect machine,

but you are driven by the
most petty of human emotions.

Jealousy and rage.

I know what you did to Daniel.

That seven didn't thrive.

Sad.

And it's too bad we're not made
out of something more sturdy.

Metal. That might be nice.

Daniel was an artist.

And so sensitive to the world.

I was very close to him.

But John decided I
was playing favorites.

Maybe I was.

Someone contaminated the amniotic fluid

in which we were maturing
all the Daniel copies.

And then corrupted the genetic formula.

I knew it was John.

Envious. Sadistic.

And who made me?

That's what we're dancing
around here, isn't it?

If I'm so irredeemable,

if I'm such a mistake,

if I'm so broken,

then whose fault is that?

It's my maker's fault.
And that's not god, that's you.

This is on you.

No, no, John.

God, no, you... you have
done terrible things.

But you are not a mistake.

If you could just accept
yourself as what you are,

as the boy I made,

you can be good.

You can be anything.

I love you, John,

because I made you.

It's okay.

It's okay, John.

- It's o--
- Don't you dare!

I've gotta scrub for surgery.

I can't wait to see what
perfection looks like on the inside.

No, no, down there.

Yeah.

Across the beams.
Across, not lengthways.

Run a support there.

I know what patching looks like, Chief.

This isn't about those cracks, Admiral.

I started thinking about
damage that you can't see.

You know, stuff that's deeper in.

That you normally see on an x-ray.

Dealino, fire it up.

Okay, Chief.
It's online.

We prepped the beam with
this liquid that fluoresces.

It's not an x-ray,
but you get the idea.

It's throughout the entire ship.

Hairline fractures in all the beams.

It's in her bones, Admiral.

Her bones are rotten.

Ahh.

I have an idea.

There's something on the
base ship that can help.

Cylon technology?

It's this organic resin.

It'll grow into the metal.
Make it stronger.

It'll take the load as it matures.

"As it matures?"

It's biological.

Out of the question, Chief.

All due respect, Admiral.
You asked me to do this job.

What's your life worth to you?

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm so very sorry.

I was greedy.

I kept you too long.
I thought maybe I was the Seven.

I need to be something.

I'll be here as soon as you wake up.

And I'll give you all
the time that you want.

We'll learn all the secrets, okay?

- Okay, okay, okay, here we go.
- ...how I can figure it out...

All right, Kara, time for you to leave.

Here we go.

Thank you. Yup, yup, yup. Let's go.

Retractor. Thank you.

How do you stand it?

Knowing that he hates you
for the things you've done?

Maybe he doesn't.

Love's like that sometimes.

The Simons are ready for the surgery.

They'd like you to put this on.

A prop to legitimize
John's final bit of theatre.

No, thank you.

You should have brought a tumbrel.

Never mind.

Let's get this over with.

Still in there?

Doc said, like, two hours.
Been in there a lot longer than that.

We only needed a little more.

I want to ask him
about that frakking song.

Ask him when he gets out.

Starbuck, I got something for ya.

There's your bullet.

Doc plucked it outta there
and repaired the artery.

He's gonna live.

When's he gonna wake up?

I'm actually surprised
that he's not awake by now.

That's not necessarily a bad thing.

His brain is repairing itself.

We're hooking up an EEG
and gonna take a look

and see what's going on.

Go ahead.

Boomer, have you
really thought about this?

I have.

You're gonna regret your part in this.

I'm sure I will.

What are you doing?

Forgiving you.

Hey, Sam.

You're gonna be okay.

You got a room full
of rabid Cylon-types

that can't wait to hear the next
chapter of their life story.

I think they're hoping for a musical.

So you better hurry up and get better.

They're starting to look a little mean.

Don't bother.

Excuse me?

There's almost no brain activity.

He doesn't hear you.

He's not in there.

Give me the Chief.

This is the Chief.

Chief...

Do whatever you have
to do to save our girl.

Yes, sir.

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