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NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

- DUALLA: Radiological alarm!
- TIGH: From where?

The Olympic Carrier, sir.
They've got nukes on board.

If the ship poses a threat to us,
we have to eliminate that threat.

The Cylons will
be here any second.

If we're gonna do this,
then just do it.

- It's a civilian ship.
- Do it.

- Giving up my seat.
- Like hell.

Sharon?
What are you doing here?

Let's move, mister.

[Gasps]

Excuse me, Lieutenant.Specialist. Good evening.

Sir? Is something wrong?

No, sir.
It's just morning, sir.

What time is it? 0545.

[Electronic beeping]

[Gasps]

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Where are the rest of them?

[Beeping]

[Beeping intensifies]

[Theme music]

GAETA: Attention.
Colonial One will arrive in 30 minutes.

Honor detail report to the quarterdeck.

Where the hell is it?

Damned son of a... sash.

Honor detail report in... I heard you the first time!

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five. Five.

ROSLIN: Do it.

APOLLO: I can't stop thinking
about the Olympic Carrier.

That was three days ago.

It's ancient history
under these circumstances.

Leave the second-guessing
to the historians.

But don't we have
a responsibility?

I mean, as...

As leaders, don't we have an obligation
to question our actions to...

I don't know. To make sure the decisions
we make are the right decisions.

We did what we had to do, Son.

A man takes responsibility for
his actions, right or wrong.

He accepts the consequences
and lives with them...

every day.

LSO: Colonial One, Galactica. Proceed to Omega Docking.

Contact CIC when you have hard seal.

PILOT: Roger that,
Galactica.

BILLY: Excuse me, Madam President.
We've arrived...

Please don't tell me that we
have to go through this...

every time I step on that ship.

No, ma'am. But they will always render
honors for your arrival. It's protocol.

The military,
they do love their protocol.

I'm sure if they knew you didn't
like it, they'd be willing to...

No. Let Adama
sound the trumpets.

It makes him feel
more comfortable.

Maybe if he feels
more comfortable...

he'll be a little easier
to deal with.

That's smart.

No, it's not smart.
It's politics.

I think I'm going to get
tired of this outfit,

seeing as I only have three
for the rest of my life.

- It looks fine.
- Fine?

Uh, i-it looks great.

You don't know anything
about women, do you?

- Shall we?
- Let's go be presidential.

I am confident that I speak for the
entire fleet when I say thank you.

Without your extraordinary
dedication,

your tireless effort,
your sacrifice...

no one of us
would be here today.

I'm proud to serve as
your president. Thank you.

[All clapping]

Carry on.

Sir, the Virgon Express
is maneuvering alongside.

They're standing by for unrep.

Thank you very much, D.

Officer of the Watch,
you'll proceed with the unrep, please.

Aye, sir.

If you'll step this way. Thank you.

Excuse me, Chief.
A word with you, please.

Yes, sir.
Just one second.

You know what?
Just do it. What's up?

Got a problem.

Oh. Well, yes, sir,
Lieutenant, sir.

I believe the navcon modules
are ready for inspection.

DUALLA:
Virgon Express, Galactica. We have you in visual contact.

Maintain current course and speed.

PILOT: Roger that,
Galactica.

Maintain current course and speed.

Powering up stabilization gyros
24A through 48C.

Galactica'swater recycling system
is close to 100% effective.

For all intents and purposes,
there's not...

one drop of water
that's wasted aboard.

We have enough water for several
years before replenishing.

I see.

Many of the ships like
the Virgon Express...

were not made
for long-term voyages.

They'll have to tank off
of us periodically.

Right.

Whatever it is...

Whatever it is,
we're gonna take care of it, okay?

All right?

Now tell me what happened.
What's going on?

There are at this moment
six G-4 detonators...

missing from the small-arms
locker on Deck 15.

Commander, ready
to extend the water boom.

Excuse me.Mmm.

How's it going? Oh, boy.

I feel like a...

Tour guide? It shows, huh?

Well, she was a teacher.

Probably sees all this as one
big educational experience.

He thinks I'm a total idiot,
doesn't he?

What? No, sir. No.

It's all right.

What are you telling me for?

If munitions go missing, you got
to go tell the master-at-arms now!

I know that! Sharon...

You can't screw around
with stuff like this!

I'm not screwing around, okay?
The only reason I didn't tell anybody...

is 'cause they're gonna think
I'm the one who took them.

How are things?

Things are good.Good.

You look good.

I really like your hair.

My hair?

[Chuckling]

I don't know
anything about women.

Madam President, if I may?

I think you should know
that my father...

Well, this entire ceremony
was his idea.

I know.

I think he's enjoying it.

Actually, he hates protocol,
pomp, and all that.

Really? He's making a gesture.

Trying to make you feel
like the president.

Open valves 3 and 5.

[Rumbling]

I took the one detonator
from the duffel, replaced it,

and then went back
to my quarters.

Well...

[Clears throat]

You know what?
It's not your fault.

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

That's what it is.

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

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.
No, no, no, no.

Why would they think that?
That's crazy.

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

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

[Rumbling]

[Alarm blaring]

Decompression alarm!

ADAMA:
Damage report, Mr. Gaeta.

Ruptures in tanks 3, 5, 7, 9.

TIGH: Strain on the unrep lines.
They're gonna blow.

Release the lines.
Veer away, starboard!

Every tank on the port side
has ruptured.

We're venting all our water
directly into space.

CIC, it's DC One.
We're entering the tank.

DUALLA: Roger that, DC One.

Raptor 478 to DC One.
I have you in my sights.

Copy that, DC One.
I have you in sight.

TYROL: Understood.

How's it look in there?
Can you tell what happened?

Lieutenant, don't worry...
about my team.

- I've got things under control.
- Copy that, DC One.

I feel better knowing
you're on it.

Watch the light.
You're off target.

How much water did we lose?

Ten million JPs, sir.

Almost 60% of total
potable water reserves.

Emergency rations.

Shut down laundry, showers,
anything nonessential immediately.

Yes, sir.

How long will
our water supplies last?

Well, aboard Galactica,
about six days.

But one-third of the other
ships in the fleet...

were depending on us
for replenishment.

If we don't find new supplies,
they'll run out of water in two days.

One-third?
That's 16,000 people.

Get the names
of those ships.

Tell their captains to go on
emergency rations immediately.

There's gonna be riots
in those ships.

Civilians don't like hearing they can't
take a bath, wash their clothes...

or drink more
than a thimble a day.

Thank you for the warning,
Colonel.

That'll be all, Mr. Gaeta. One more thing. Lieutenant?

Do you have any theories about
what may have caused the accident?

There are many theories
at this point, Madam President.

Do you have a guess?

I tell my officers not to guess.
I prefer to wait until we have fact.

Mm-hmm. Indulge me.

Take a guess, Mr. Gaeta.

I would have to say the most
likely explanation is...

that the tank was
structurally weakened...

during the Cylon nuclear
detonation during the first attack,

and that caused it to
buckle and rupture.

But it's too early to say, sir.

ROSLIN: Interesting.

- Thank you, Lieutenant.
- Back to the matter at hand.

I've ordered an astronomical
survey of nearby star systems...

for potential water sources.
Colonel?

Yes, sir.

Chief, take a look at this.

- TYROL: What do you got?
- Not sure.

It looks like burn marks
from an explosive.

What do you think?

Umm...

[Stammering] It's tough to tell.
It's pretty rusted out.

Optical and x-ray telescopes say
there are five systems...

within our
practical jump radius.

All five have planetary bodies with
the potential for finding water...

in either a liquid
or a frozen state.

Put together a plan for Raptors
to scout each star system.

I want the first launch
at 17:30.

Yes, sir.

Colonel, how likely are we to find
water on any of these planets?

Now you want meto guess,
I take it.

Colonel.

Sir.

My apologies, Madam President.
Difficult day for everyone.

I understand.

Most planets are just hunks
of rock or balls of gas.

The galaxy's a pretty barren and desolate
place when you get right down to it.

ADAMA:
Thank you, Colonel.

The water rationing'll make
our supply problem worse.

Dr. Baltar, please share
the results of your study.

I've calculated
that the rate of consumption...

regarding basic foodstuffs
for the civilian population...

This is based on information
available to me at the time.

The current civilian
population of 45,265...

will require, at minimum...

82 tons of grain,
85 tons of meat...

119 tons of fruit,
304 tons of vegetables...

and 2.5 million JPs of water.

Is that per month?

Per week.

[Thunder rumbling]

HELO:
They found your Raptor.

A few or a lot?

That's what you get
for coming back for me.

- BOOMER: Frak.
- HELO: Yeah.

I was sure they
didn't track me coming in.

- I know.
- I set the jiggers to pulse.

I'm sure you did.

I didn't set off any detection
grids, any Dradis sweeps, or pingers.

Never send a pilot
to do an ECO's job.

I can do your job.

I guess that's why the toasters are
crawling all over our ride out of here.

I don't suppose
we have a Plan B.

Plans B, C, D and E
are the same as Plan A.

Get off the planet and get
back to the ship. Come on.

Where are we going?

Don't ask questions.
Just follow your pilot.

Yes, sir.

Um, so far we've found five discrete
detonation points in the tank...

and we believe that
there may be a sixth.

I've suspected due to the size
of the residual scoring...

and the burn points...

that we are dealing
with a G-4 type explosive.

So I've requested
a spot check of all inventory...

from the master-at-arms,
and she indicated to me...

that there are six
detonators missing...

from a small-arms locker
in the port flight pod.

So one detonator may
still be unaccounted for.

Have the master-at-arms
post guards...

at all small-arms lockers
immediately.

It's already done, sir.
She also has opened an investigation...

into who may have had
access to that locker.

However, due to, um,
spotty record-keeping...

and lax internal security
procedures since the attack...

she believes that we may never
know who took the detonators.

[Both whispering]

ADAMA:
Chief, thank you very much.

Everyone except for Colonel Tigh,
Captain Adama, and Dr. Baltar...

are now released.

Please remember,
this briefing is strictly confidential.

[Door closes]

There is at least one Cylon
aboard the Galactica.

How many people know
Cylons look human?

The rumor mill's
been working overtime.

Half the ship's
talking about it.

There will always be rumors, and for
most people that's all they'll ever be.

I'm asking how many people
actually know?

TIGH: The five people in this
room, plus three marines.

ROSLIN: Let's keep it that way.
Once this gets out officially...

people will be accusing each other
of being Cylons for no reason at all.

I agree. Dr. Baltar,
how are we doing on the screenings?

The screenings?

You're supposed to be screening
Galacticacrew for potential Cylon agents.

NO. 6: Do you remember the
first time you lied to a woman?

Other than your mother,
that is.

BALTAR:
Other than my mother.

Sherry Bennett.
Fourth grade.

On the playground,
behind the band room.

"If you show me yours,
I'll show you mine."

She did. I did not.

Do you know, I think
I slept with her actually,

many years later, of course.

Of course.

Did she turn out to be
a beautiful woman?

As a matter of fact,
she did.

Very beautiful.

But every woman
has her beauty...

Feminine charms that
are hers and hers alone.

ADAMA: Doctor? Doctor?

Oh, the screenings.

To tell you the truth,
there are significant problems...

with implementing
my Cylon detection method...

that I used aboard Galactica
previously...

and basically because I've
run out of natural resources.

I need chemical compounds.
For example, the precursor test.

I need large samples
of tetrahydrocycline...

which, I don't have to tell you...
Maybe I do have to tell you.

It's a highly
volatile chemical...

ADAMA:
Let me stop you there.

Your intellect obviously
outstrips everyone in this room.

But it's also obvious by the
way that you're talking...

in order to make
large-scale screenings...

you're going to need help...

staff, resources.

Yes, uh...

That is exactly
what I'm saying. Exactly.

Although, more staff?

Someone snooping around,
watching your every move?

Maybe it'll be a woman.
You could find her secret beauty.

ADAMA: I'm going to assign Lt.
Gaeta to aid you...

in anything
that you might need.

So much for that.

But the need for secrecy?

Clearly, this falls into the
"absolutely necessary" category.

Your screening techniques may be
critical to our very survival.

Humanity's very survival
rests in your hands.

Now, if only you had
an actual Cylon detector.

It's a critical mission,
Boomer.

We already have fights breaking out
on some ships over water rations.

There's panic in the air. You don't
find water out there and find it soon...

I understand, Captain.
We'll find it.

Good hunting.

APOLLO: Hey, Chief. TYROL: Captain.

Lieutenant.Chief.

I feel my head's
about to explode.

Just relax, calm down.
Focus on the mission.

We'll take care of
everything when you get back.

What about
the investigation?

Master-at-arms
is running it.

Don't worry, there's no
connection to you.

In fact, there's
no reason to believe...

you had anything
to do with it at all.

I didn't.I know.

I would never do
something like that. Never.

Sharon, I know.

It's really important
you believe me on this.

- You do believe me, right?
- Absolutely.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Chief.
Carry on.

Please excuse me
for keeping you waiting.

I was called into the engine room.
It'll just take a moment.

That's all right.

Sometime I'd like
to borrow a book or two.

I only brought one with me
on the flight to Galactica.

- What book?
- Murder on Picon.

I have a weakness for mystery.

You ever read Dark Day?

Edward Prima.
I am embarrassed to say...

it's one of those classics I've
never gotten around to reading.

I think you'll enjoy it.

Thank you.

It may be a while
before I get this back to you.

It's a gift. Never lend books.

Well, then thank you
for the gift.

I'm really looking forward
to working with you, Doctor.

You have a friend. As am I, Lieutenant.

I actually studied
genetics in college.

In fact,
I was planning on going...

for my graduate degree through
the military extension program.

Wonderful.
Is that a card game?

And the girl wins again.
Another round?

Come on, guys.
Grace under pressure.

There's nothing like losing
a little money...

to take your mind
off those 14-hour patrols.

Mind if I sit in,
Lieutenant?

If you got the cubits,
we've got the chair.

Of course if you've
got anything to drink,

we'll take that
in lieu of cash.

Do you know I don't
have any money, but...

this jacket must be worth
at least 15 cubits.

It's made of the finest
Caprican cloth.

Warm in winter, cooling in summer.
Would look great on you.

Anybody else got
any civilian clothes...

they'd be interested
in putting on the table?

[Rapping on table]

Don't let me keep you.

Col. Tigh was right.

Rioting broke out on a cruise ship
when they reduced water rations.

We need to demonstrate an ability to
maintain order. We need to do it now.

We don't have extra manpower
for fleet security.

You have the only armed,
disciplined force available.

Yeah, but I'm not going
to be your policeman.

There's a reason why you
separate military and the police.

One fights the enemy
of the state.

The other serves
and protects the people.

When the military
becomes both...

then the enemies of the state
tend to become the people.

I appreciate the complexity
of the issue,

and I won't let that happen.

I'll send troops
to the cruise ship.

Commander,
I won't let that happen.

Beginning Dradis 1 sweep. Beginning Dradis 2 sweep.

So I'm thinking we should give this
lovely little rock of nothing a name.

- I'm thinking "Kimiko."
- Kimiko?

After a lovely little lady, in a lovely
little city, in a lovely little colony...

that I used to know.Whatever.

[Electronic beeping]

[Beeping]

Sorry. So sorry.
You had such a good run, though.

Looks like the bet's to me.

I will try and muddle
through for another round.

I'm going
to raise you five.

No guts, no glory, Doctor.

I'll see your five, and, uh,

raise you 20.

Now it's just you and me.

I'm not used to playing in
this kind of high-stakes game.

STARBUCK: It's not
too late to bow out.

Now there's an excellent suggestion.
And you know what?

Before proceeding any further...

I should really examine
my motivations for doing so.

Staying in the game, I run the
risk of losing my entire stake...

and being humiliated
in front of these lovely people.

"Humiliated" is such
a strong word.

"Embarrassed"
would be my choice.

You do play rough though,
don't you?

A little too rough
for you.

My hand's not that strong.

It wouldn't take much
to knock me out of the game.

Well, thank you, Doctor.

[Giggling]

However,

without a little risk,

life would be so dull,
wouldn't it?

Call it.

[Clears throat]

Three on a run.

Full colors.

[Applause, cheers]

Thank you. Thank you all
for a most pleasant evening.

A parting gift.

Hand-rolled from some of the
finest fumarello leaf on Caprica.

It's also one of the last
left in the universe.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

[Baltar coughing]

Excuse me.

The Raptors have reported back
after three star systems.

So far, all report negative
for water, sir.

I just checked
with Astrometrics.

They're coming up
with big goose eggs.

There's no star systems within
the range of our telescopes...

with planetary bodies
likely to have water on them.

Sir. Another Raptor just checked in.
Negative on water as well.

Who's left?

DUALLA:
Boomer and Crashdown, sir.

If they come up
negative as well,

what's our backup plan?

We jump to another sector and
start the search all over again.

Needle in a haystack.

More like grain of salt
on a beach.

Still nothing and...

[Beeping]

more nothing.

- I got nothing here, either.
- [Beeping]

CRASHDOWN: Then that's it.

Five moons, five zeroes. I'm getting
thirsty just thinking about it.

Hope somebody else
has more luck out there.

Yeah.

What's on your mind,
Boomer?

I don't know.

I have this feeling.

Let's run that last sweep again.

You're the boss.

- Beginning sweep 21.
- Beginning sweep 22.

Boomer, I'm getting nothing again.
How about you?

[Beeping]

I-I'm having trouble
saying it.

What do you mean?

I think I see...

Oh!

I have positive contact! Yeah!

Oh, yes! Whoo! Yeah!

Good call, Boomer.
Whoo!

Sir. Dradis just picked up
Boomer's Raptor.

ADAMA: Let's hear it.

CRASHDOWN: Galactica, Crashdown.

Dradis sweeps indicate it's time to break out the swim trunks...

because we've found water!

Repeat: Positive water contact!

[Crew cheering]

Patch me into the entire fleet.

You're connected, sir.

Attention.
This is the commander.

We have found water!

Let's go have a drink.

I think they're pleased. I can hear
them screaming in the background.

[Thunder rumbling]

HELO: Sharon,
careful with that needle.

We're running low
on anti-radiation meds.

Not really Mom's home cooking.

Yeah? It beats eating
grass and leaves.

We'll be cooking up a fine meal of
twigs and moss by the end of the week.

You spoil me.

Can I ask you something,
Sharon?

Why'd you come back for me?

I hate to fly alone.

Come on. You disobeyed orders,

flew back into this hellhole.

I mean, not that I don't
appreciate it, but why?

I just couldn't leave you behind.
Let's leave it at that.

[Signal beeping]

It's a Colonial Fleet signal.

I-I can't decode it,
but it means there's someone.

Someone in the military is still
alive and kicking here in Caprica.

Yes!

Now all we have to do
is find them.

[All cheering]

Way to go, Boomer!

Nice work, sir!

Nice job.
Let's get you debriefed.

Yes, sir.

Chief, do you think you could
take a look at my ejection pyros?

I think there's a short
or something.Yeah. Cally.

No, Chief. If you could take
a look at it yourself.

ROSLIN: Thank you for coming,
Captain Apollo.

I am aware that you
were in charge...

of the mission that destroyed
the Olympic Carrier.

I know what a hard thing that
is to live with, for all of us.

I'm struggling
with it myself, frankly.

I can't stop
thinking about it.

But a man has to accept
responsibility for his actions.

He doesn't second-guess
the choices he makes.

He lives with them. Every day.

You know, I remember
when President Adar...

sent the marines
into Aerilon.

Fifteen people died.

In public, of course,
he had to say all the usual things.

He was sure of what he'd done,
he'd made the right choice,

um, stayed the course.

But he knew it was a mistake.

And he kept the names of
the dead in his desk drawer.

He said that it was
imperative for a leader...

to remember and learn
from the mistakes...

even if they can't
admit to them publicly.

Do you think we made
a mistake?

I don't know.

I don't have a desk drawer
yet, but I have a pocket.

I don't want to add
to your burdens.

However,
I have a request.

I would like you to be
my personal military adviser.

I'm sorry. Uh...

My father is the senior military
officer. He should advise you.

Oh, no.
No, no, no.

I don't mean to go behind your
father's back. Nothing like that.

I'm not looking
for military advice.

I'm looking for advice
about the military.

That little insight
about your father...

making a gesture,
it really helped me.

It made me reassess the man. I would
appreciate more of those insights.

And you can keep
your day job at the C-A-G.

I-It's pronounced "CAG."

Do you see why I need you?

So who's going
to tell my father?

Well...

[clears throat]

Uh, I was thinking that...

that would be
your first assignment.

[Both laugh]

Somehow I knew you were
going to say that.

Thank you, Captain.

Hey.

That is just what I needed. Oh, yeah?

Did you find that detonator? Yes, I did.

I gave it to
the master-at-arms. What?

Hey, No, no. I told her I
found it during maintenance.

Listen, calm down.
This is the best way to go about this.

Okay?

That puts them on
the same trail we're on,

and it doesn't raise
any suspicion of you.

Listen. Hey, hey, hey.
Trust me on this, Sharon.

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you, okay?

Okay. All right, okay.

Don't worry, sweetie.

Better go.Okay.

[Man on PA, indistinct]

Get this.
Bla, bla, bla... [babbling]

Ha, ha.[grunts]

Oh.
[screams]