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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.

HELO: I don't get it.

How does a military coded signal
end up coming from in here?

[Helo laughs]

- HELO: Food.
- GAETA: It's the Cylons.

Starbuck's wireless
and transponder just cut out.

TIGH: Starbuck's gonna
take on all eight...

and get herself killed.

[Loud crashing]

BOOMER: Galactica.Boomer.
Hot Dog's aboard. HELO: Yeah, so is his lunch.

Take it easy, Hot Dog. You're not
the first to lose it in combat.

HELO: 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 under way 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.

ADAMA: Was she maneuvering? HOT DOG: 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.

BOOMER: Yes, sir.

ADAMA:
Get this man to sick bay. APOLLO: 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.

[Engine whirring]

[Gasping]

Ah, crap.

[Wind howling]

[Starbuck grunting in pain]

[Starbuck coughing]

[Theme music]

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

In the last four hours
we've combed everywhere...

within a 200-klick 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 CO2, methane, some argon.

The clouds are mostly
hydrocarbons.

GAETA: Cold as hell down there,
but she'd survive on the surface.

- Until her oxygen runs out.
- When?

GAETA: Forty-six hours
and change, sir.

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...

if it will increase
the odds of finding her.

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

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Tell them, uh, we can
sure use the help.

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

ADAMA: Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

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

[Baltar loudly clearing
his throat]

- You all right?
- Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a...

How long do 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.

NO. 6: How many days till
the Cylons return, Gaius?

One?

NO. 6: Two?

Three at the most?

ROSLIN: Doctor?

Your requisitions.

Thank you.

BALTAR: 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...

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

BALTAR: I happen to know
the missing pilot personally.Oh.

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,

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.

[Baltar sighs heavily]

[Wind howling]

[Grunting]

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay. It's okay.

[Beeping]

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.

APOLLO: Visibility about two,
best spectrum. DUALLA: Copy, Apollo.

Whoa! Blue Flight,
go vertical now! Now, now!

[Engine whirring loudly]

[Radio tuning]

[Boomer groaning]

- Anything?
- No.

- I don't think anyone's left out there.
- Must be someone.

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

Good news is my
leg's much better...

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

HELO: I say we load up
as much food as we can and... BOOMER: 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 forward
to going back out there.

HELO: I've almost started
to think of this place as...

HELO: Home. BOOMER: 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.

[Helo whistling a tune]

[Glass shattering]

[Heavy footsteps approaching]

[Gun cocking]

Hey, is breakfast ready?

HELO: Get out of here!
Go, go, go!

[Rapid gunshots firing]

Lords, it's Kara Thrace.

I'm running a little low on O2
and I could use a lucky break.

You know? Okay, just thought
I'd mention it.

Oh, frak.

[Grunts]

[Starbuck laughs dryly]

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.

[Alarm blaring]

Galactica, Apollo.
Bingo fuel.

DUALLA: Roger, Apollo. Return to base.

APOLLO:
Can't you tank me in orbit? DUALLA: Negative, Apollo.

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

Damn.

ADAMA:
Are these figures correct? GAETA: Yes, sir.

GAETA: Atmospheric ops mean Viper and
Raptor engines have to run continuously.

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

ADAMA: Any report from
the civilian ships?

TIGH: Nothing.
They're spread pretty far out.

We're gonna 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're gonna find our missing pilot
and we're gonna bring her home.

We leave no one behind.

Resume your duties.

HELO: Sharon?

HELO: Sharon, where are you?

Damn it, Sharon, where are you?

Sharon!

Sharon!

Come on. Come on.
[Gasps]

Frak me.

Are you alive?

[Gasping]

What the hell happened
this time, Captain?

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

Oh, God. It's that crap you're flying
into down there. Gums everything up.

Get me another Viper.

TYROL: Love to, 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 machines.

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

Commander, the clock has passed five
hours, sir, for Starbuck's O2 supply.

Noted.

GAETA: 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.

APOLLO: Thirteen Vipers
down for repairs.

ADAMA: We need more eyes. TIGH:
Where you going to get them?

APOLLO: Pull the CAP.TIGH: What?

Redeploy the Combat Air Patrol
to the search.

Bad idea. The CAP is the
fleet's only defense.

If all our 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 gotta 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 foulmouthed insubordinate
pilot that keeps challenging your authority.

You are way out of line, mister. I'm not the
one confusing personal feelings with duty.

What the hell does that mean?

You are way too close to this
because she is your friend.

Gentlemen!

We have work to do. Captain.

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

You got it.

STARBUCK: Oh, my gods.

You bite me, I'll bite you back.

STARBUCK: So I guess the
only thing flying you is you.

This must be your brain.

I don't think you'll need it.

Good thing that
I brought one of my own.

Oh, frak.

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

SOCINUS:
Captain. Call for you, sir.

Can someone
finish this up for me? MAN: Sir.

APOLLO: Where is it? SOCINUS: That way.

APOLLO: 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.

ROSLIN: I need your help.

Do you know that your father just
redeployed the Combat Air Patrol?

- Yes, Madam President. It was my idea.
- Your idea?

We need every Viper we've got.

ROSLIN: Maybe I'm missing something about the tactics involved.

But isn't the fleet defenseless
without the CAP?

APOLLO: 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 Lt. 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.

[Beeping]

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 them up
on the way back to Galactica.

Did someone call them
back to Galactica?

- Uh, uh, 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?

[Alarm blaring]

- You have your orders.
- Yes, sir.

Time is up. She's out of O2.

The clock is a guess.

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

Her tank only holds
so much oxygen.

She could have a reserve supply
in her survival gear.

TIGH: A reserve? ADAMA: 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.

[Wheezing]

Come on,
you're part biological, right?

Which means that
you need oxygen, right?

So it's got to be here,
somewhere.

[Air hissing]

[Air hissing]

[Gasping]

Commander, the president.

Adama.

Commander Adama, I just wanted to say
how very sorry I am about Lt. 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.

ROSLIN: 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.

ROSLIN:
And how long will that be? ADAMA: Until I say stop.

This is a military decision,
Madam President.

Thank you for your concern.

STARBUCK: First on the
list, seal you up,

figure out what controls what.

One of us needs a bath.

Good.

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

Commander.

Red Flight reports an area
of highlands here.

Increased visibility
out to 15 klicks maybe. It's the wrong side of the moon.

- DUALLA: Excuse me. Commander...
- ADAMA: Almost impossible to...

Sir, we have a signal
from Colonial One'sshuttle.

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

Why wasn't I notified the
president was coming onboard?

There was no
advance notice, sir.

GAETA:
I didn't know she was coming. ADAMA: Let's go.

ADAMA: Have Col. Tigh meet her
at the air lock.

ADAMA: Bring her
to my quarters, please. DUALLA: 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.
- Why?

Col. Tigh,
do I need to know something?

It's gone beyond military needs. It's
personal for the commander and for Lee too.

Because of Lt. Thrace?

Because of her,
and because of Zak Adama.

ROSLIN:
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.

TIGH: 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.

ADAMA: 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.

[Engine starting]

[Laughing happily]

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

We have control.
Take me home.

[Laughing]

[Laughs] 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?
For 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.

ADAMA: Colonel. TIGH: Commander.

- Resume your duties.
- Sir, fighters are aboard, sir.

Civilian ships have begun their
jumps to the next star system.

TIGH: Give the word,
we'll start our clock. ADAMA: Start the clock.

TIGH:
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, Lt. Gaeta.
- Aye, sir. Jump clock is running.

GAETA: Navigation? CREWMAN 1: Go.

GAETA: FTL? CREWMAN 2: Go.

GAETA: Tactical? CREWMAN 3: Go.

GAETA: Flight Ops?

[Alarm beeping]Contact. Dradis contact.

Incoming, bearing 060,
carom 308.

- Hold count.
- Count held.

DUALLA: Contact is... CREWMAN 1: Hold the count.

Well?

- Cylon Raider, sir. - You were
right. It's just a matter of time.

He's on an intercept course. He'll be
on us before we complete the jump, sir.

Action stations, launch Vipers.

TIGH: [Over PA] Action stations. Launch alert, fighters. Cylon Raider approaching.

[Alarm blaring]

STARBUCK: Okay. Now look
before you shoot, please.

GAETA: Gun captains report
weapons manned and ready.

TIGH:
Where the hell are the Vipers? DUALLA: Most are being fueled.

DUALLA: Hot Dog and Apollo
are in the tubes.

LAUNCH OFFICER:
Viper I, clear forward.

Navcon Green, interval failure. Abort launch.

Frak!

Frak! Frak, 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.

Lords, 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.

TIGH: Launch tube status? DUALLA: Still fouled.

We'll have a Viper
away in 45 seconds.

TOGETHER:
This will be over in 45 seconds.

Holy sh...

Galactica, the Cylon is now flying formation with me...

right above my head.

APOLLO: This thing is acting weird. ADAMA: Put me through.

[Laughing happily]

APOLLO: It's Starbuck! ADAMA: What?

Come again, Apollo.

Uh, Galactica, the Cylon Raider
is marked "Starbuck."

It's written under the frakking wing.

[All cheering]

Bring it into the bay.

If it does anything,
take it out.

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

This thing is flying with some serious attitude.

[Apollo laughing]

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?

[Laughs]

- 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.

ADAMA: [Whispering]
Get better, okay?

- Need anything?
- A stogie would be nice.

I had a feeling.

- It's my last one, so enjoy it.
- Thank you.

Get some rest.

Check this out.
[Trills lips]

[Screams, Sobs]