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NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica:

NO. 6:
Ignoring me won't help.

BALTAR: No, I've decided you're an
expression of my subconscious mind...

playing itself out
in my waking states.

So, I'm only in your head?

Of course if you're not really
here, neither am I.

Do you have any idea what they
would do to me if they find out?

They'd probably charge you
with treason.

Treason is punishable
by the death penalty.

HELO: Come on, Sharon. Where are you?
Where are you, Sharon?

Helo!

BOOMER:
We gotta go. Right now.

BALTAR: I don't see
the hand of God in here.

Could I be looking in the wrong place?

BALTAR: Let me see. Proteins?
Yes. Hemoglobin? Yes.

Divine digits? No.

Sorry. I'm sure
I can find evidence...

of his divine hand in some
of these delightful samples.

After all, there are
so frakking many...

I'm sure even I can be relied
upon to find God in one of them.

What is it that drives you
to blasphemy, Gaius?

- A need to tempt fate?
- BALTAR: Boredom, actually.

Indeed, every waking
hour is spent...

in what some might say,
has become my own personal religion.

The Church of
the Mystic Cylon Detector.

- Well...
- [Pants unzipping]

Are you finished?

NO. 6: If you would give yourself over to God's will...

you'd find peace in his love
like I have.

Could you help me with this zipper?
I'm having trouble.

- He has a plan for us.
- How do you know it's a he?

There is only one, true God.

Really?

You running a glitch
in the program or something?

'Cause you say the same thing
over and over again.

Now, I've accepted your god and all
that. Can't we reboot the hard drive?

He's not my god.
He is God.

Yeah, your god,
my god, everyone's god.

He's big enough for all
of us, isn't he? Now, please.

Please, honey.

Can't we do something
a little more elevating?

It's important you form a
personal relationship with God.

Only you can give yourself over
to his eternal love.

For God's sake!

I can't take this anymore!

I'm trying to save
your immortal soul.

What you are doing, darling, is boring me
to death with your superstitious drivel.

Your metaphysical nonsense...

which, to be fair, actually appeals
to the half-educated dullards...

that make up most of human society,
but which, I hasten to add...

no rational, intelligent,
freethinking human being truly believes.

Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion...

that Cylons are,
in the final...

That Cylons are, in the final
analysis, little more than toasters...

with great looking legs.

It's my fantasy.
See if I care.

I'll dream up someone new
maybe...

a brunette maybe.

[Knocking on door]

Maybe we can dispense with the foreplay.
Get right down to...

What did you say?

That... That was nothing.
I was just talking to myself.

I talk to myself.

Hang me.

The commander would like to
see you in the CIC, Doctor.

There you are. Very nice.

- That blouse could open up
a button or two. - Excuse me?

You wanted to see me,
Commander?

ADAMA: Miss Godfrey has brought some very
disturbing accusations to my attention.

I think you should have the
chance to answer them in person.

Right. Thank you.
And, um...

- And she is?
- She's standing right there.

- I'm right here.
- Yeah, of course you are.

- And?
- Doctor, this is Miss Godfrey.

[Baltar clears throat]

All of you can see her?
You can all see her!

She's standing
right next to you.

- Something wrong?
- No. Um...

Don't make me angry, Gaius.
I'd say you have a serious problem.

NO. 6: Get down.

Yes, maybe I...

You'll have to forgive me,
Miss Godfrey.

I'm very pleased, if slightly
puzzled, to make your acquaintance.

Don't touch me, you traitor.

Is she talking to me?
You talking to me?

You're the one who let the Cylons
into the defense mainframe.

You betrayed your entire race.

You're the man responsible
for the Holocaust...

and I'm here to see
that you're exposed...

and sentenced to death
as the traitor you really are.

[Theme music]

Doctor, Miss Godfrey has made
some startling accusations.

I've never seen this woman
before in my life.

Not surprised you
don't remember me.

I was just a lowly systems
analyst at the defense ministry.

Dr. Amarak was my associate.

She says you sold out
the human race.

You let the Cylons
into our defense plans.

NO. 6: Dr. Amarak told me
he had evidence...

that Dr. Baltar was involved
in the sneak attack.

He was trying to reach the president and give
her that information when he was killed.

- He told you that, did he?
- Yes, as a matter of fact.

It's a pity he's
no longer with us.

How convenient that we only
have your word for that.

- There's also this.
- Yeah, what the frak's that?

NO. 6: He gave me this
for safekeeping.

It's ID coded.

Colonial Defense Ministry.

Dr. Amarak gave the disk to me
before he died.

What, as opposed to
after he died?

NO. 6: Amarak gave the disk to me for safekeeping.

On the disk is a photo.

It was captured from the security camera in the defense mainframe on Caprica.

It shows the doctor entering the mainframe...

without permission
the day before the attack.

BALTAR:
Nothing criminal about that.

As you can see, the man in the photo
is carrying an explosive device.

Sorry, what? He's...

- I definitely never did that.
- Just before the Cylon attack,

the entire defense mainframe
was destroyed by this device.

Honestly, that is not me.
I wasn't there. It's somebody else.

Look, it's not me.
I'm not the man in the photograph.

ADAMA: I see a man.
Same height, same build,

but that's a long way
from proof.

Thank you, Commander. Now, if we're
quite done with this charade, I'm...

I agree, Commander,
but look here.

In the faceplate of
the computer terminal,

there's a reflection
of the man's face.

TIGH: You can't tell
anything from that.

BALTAR:
Thank you, Colonel.

With the right equipment, the image
could be enlarged and sharpened.

We could see his face.

Enlarging the image is no
problem, but sharpening it...

- Take forever.
- It would take at least a day, sir.

Mr. Gaeta, let me know
as soon as you have an image.

Sir.

You're going to suspend all work
on the Cylon detector...

- What? -...as well as
your security privileges.

CALLY: Starbuck's notes on
the Cylon Raider are a mess.

She said "the engine power-up sequence
began by squeezing something...

"that looks like a red ligament
with blue veins on the right side...

"coming out of a sack
of gooey fluid...

- "shaped like a dog."
- Are you kidding me?

This whole thing is a bunch of veins
and ligaments and sacks of goo.

CALLY: "Squeeze the ligament
with your hand...

- "while you slide your weight...
- Stupid Starbuck!

"on your left hip
into the lymphatic sack."

TYROL: That's just stupid.

- Oh, afternoon, sir.
- TIGH: Specialist.

- Chief's inside?
- Yeah.

- TIGH: Chief.
- God! Yes, sir?

- TIGH: How's it coming in there?
- I'm getting there, sir.

I haven't quite figured out all
the tricks, but I'm getting there.

APOLLO: Come on, Starbuck,
you can do it.

Ah, that smarts.

- That smarts, but I don't care.
- You don't care.

I don't care, because
your pain is my entertainment.

- Your crutches of death,
sir. Use them wisely. - Shut up.

It's gonna hurt like hell,
but it's supposed to.

Thanks, Doc.

No pain, no gain.

No cliché left unturned as Kara Thrace
returns to the world of the walking.

Can she do it or
will she fall on her ass?

I swear to the gods, I'm gonna
beat the crap out of both of you...

as soon as I get better.

- STARBUCK: No, I can't.
- APOLLO: Yes, you can. You did it.

I can't. I can't.

You're not gonna get better
lying on your back.

Frak off!

Just take a break for five minutes.
We'll try again.

I don't want to do it again.
I want a pill, now, please.

Sorry, we're weaning you off
the magic pills starting today.

Besides, I need them
for myself.

You son of a bitch.

ROSLIN: I am finding this whole thing hard to fathom, Doctor.

Thank you, Madame President.

I can't tell you how much
that means to me.

Um, look, I was wondering,
is there any chance...

that while this investigation
is going on,

I could come back
to the Colonial One...

because I've left some
of my things there?

No, I'm sorry, Doctor.
Um...

You have been put on
a "no fly list." Security.

[Whispering] Madame President,
I need to get off Galactica.

I need to get away from this
Shelly Godfrey woman in particular.

She's got it in for me.

BALTAR: Where are you?

Madame President,
I have reason to believe...

that she may be a Cylon.

Madame President?

Madame President?

BALTAR: Hello? Hello?

Get Doc Cottle on the wireless. The
President has collapsed. Madame President?

Hello?

- EICK: Is she alive?
- BILLY: Yes, the president is alive.

BILLY: I told you,
she's conscious, she's resting.

- She's receiving treatment.
- PLAYA: What kind of treatment?

Asked and answered.
We think it's a stomach flu.

PLAYA: What kind of treatment?

How many of these did you take,
young lady?

One, two?

Two.

- Three.
- Three times the dosage.

Must work three times
as fast then, right?

Everybody wants to be their own doctor. You
are lucky you didn't lapse into a coma.

You can't cure cancer by overdose.

[Knocking on door]

- Story's all over the fleet.
I am so sorry. - It's okay.

It seemed like an emergency. I wasn't thinking
anyone might be picking up the transmission.

We're all new at this.
It's okay.

The thing to do now
is to get me on my feet...

and in front of the press
before the end of the day.

I could give you a shot,
but you wouldn't like the side effects.

Just do it.

You know,
the time is going to come...

when you are not going to be able
to hide what you're going through.

It's not that kind of a shot.

Thank you.

Baltar's correct about
the convenience of it all.

Amarak just happens to bring you the key
piece of evidence just before he dies.

Something was going on.
He was almost paranoid.

Kept saying that the Olympic Carrierhad
been infiltrated by the Cylons.

He wanted me to take some things
off the ship for safekeeping.

Why did he give it to you?

We were friends.

Friends?

I loved him.
I loved him very much.

[No. 6 crying]

There are times when
I just feel so alone now.

Times when I just want
so much to be held again.

You understand that,
don't you?

Of course.

There must be times when...
when you feel alone.

And the thought of another body
next to yours...

seems like something
out of dream.

ADAMA: Do not, under any circumstances...

allow Shelly Godfrey
to leave this ship.

Put her under surveillance, discreetly.

I want to know everybody she's
talked to and everywhere she's been.

HELO: Come on, Sharon!
Get up. Come on!

[Computer beeping]

PILOT: Excuse me.

BALTAR: [Whispering]
Lieutenant? Is that you?

- GAETA: Doctor?
- BALTAR: Isn't this a coincidence?

BALTAR:
So, um, how are you doing?

- GAETA: Um, I'm... - BALTAR:
You're busy. Yes, I know.

I don't mean to distract you.
Please, don't let me interrupt you.

[Baltar whistling]

- BALTAR: You still there?
- GAETA: Yup.

I know this is an awkward time. But it
occurs to me I never really told you...

how invaluable your assistance
has been over the past few weeks.

Thank you, Doctor.

You have no idea
how much that means to me.

Not at all. Not at all.

So, how's it going over there?

- Uh...
- In the lab, that is?

I'm talking
about the photograph.

GAETA: Right. It's, uh... It's
coming along quite quickly actually.

BALTAR: Great.

A few more hours to go.

Has it ever occurred to you
that the photograph...

the disk itself
could be a fake?

I've already authenticated
the disk.

Obviously, you're good. But there
are many ways around security.

If I could join you in the lab for just two
minutes of your time, I could show you.

I really don't think
that's possible.

Listen to me, nobody would need to know.
It would just be you and me.

- I know. - For God's sake,
my life is on the line.

- My reputation is at stake.
- So is mine.

- Doctor. I really... -
[Shushing] Someone's coming.

Someone's coming.

[Door closing]

[Toilet flushing]

Wait, Gaeta! Where you go...
You forgot to wash your hands!

- What the hell... - I want
answers and I want them now!

And I'm not interested in playing
any more of your stupid games!

- Have you lost your mind?
- That's an interesting question.

One I pose to myself
on a regular basis.

- Tell me. Who's really in
the photograph? - You are!

I didn't plant any bomb, anywhere,
at any time, and you know that.

I don't know anything of this sort.
Now, if you'll excuse me.

All right. Let's entertain the
notion, just for a moment...

that you are not the woman
that I see everywhere.

You are not Shelly Godfrey,
either.

You're a fake.
You're just a copy.

Another Cylon copy.

Get out.

Struck a nerve, have I? Which I
find rather impossible to believe!

You think this is over?
This is not over!

You have not heard the last.
No more "Mr. Nice Gaius"!

Women.

[Machine whirring]

TYROL:
Stupid. Unbelievable.

Bucket!

- [ grunts ]
- BOOMER: Not a good time?

No, it's fine.

Guess you're having problems?

I can't get this
thing to work.

I've been over it and over it
and over it and... nothing.

I have no idea how Starbuck
got this thing to move.

- Much less fly.
- It's not really a thing, you know.

It's probably a Cylon itself.

More of an animal maybe,
than the human models.

Maybe they genetically design it
to perform a task.

To be a fighter.

Can't treat it like a thing
and expect it to respond.

You have to treat it
like a pet.

But, at least,
that's my guess.

- Your guess?
- Yeah, that's right. My guess.

- Something else you want to say?
- No.

Lieutenant. I heard you were supposed
to be up on your feet by now.

You heard wrong.

I figured you wouldn't
bounce back so fast.

Is there something you wanted, or did
you just drop by to torment me, sir?

The chief wanted me
to kick your ass out of bed...

so you could help figure out
that Raiderof yours.

But, clearly, you still need the rest.
Take your time. No rush.

Do you actually think that reverse
psychology crap is going to work on me?

I really don't care
what you think, Lieutenant.

All I know is that every day
you spend in that bed...

is another day that I have
my opinion of you confirmed.

As you were.

And I am convinced, in fact,
that she is a Cylon agent.

In my opinion, she should be locked
up before she can do any more damage.

Where are you?

You're having a little fun, eh?

Do you enjoy messing around
with my life?

ADAMA: Do you have any evidence
to support this charge?

Work on the Cylon detector is nearly
complete with a few tweaks here and there.

I'll have a test regime up
and running.

All I need is a tissue sample
from this woman for analysis.

I thought we had something.

Something... special.

ADAMA: I can't allow you access
to your equipment.

All right.

But under instruction, I can surely
tell Gaeta how to prepare the samples.

- It's not difficult.
- Let me be frank with you, Doctor.

If your picture
is on that photograph,

every piece of equipment
in your laboratory...

will be dismantled
and quarantined.

And every person
that you have met...

will be questioned
and investigated.

BALTAR: I love you. There, I've said it.

Isn't that what
you've been dying to hear?

Well, I am willing to make that
commitment to you right now.

The president believes
I'm innocent.

The president hopes you're innocent.
And so do I.

Because if you're not,
then you've made fools of both of us.

And I don't like
to be made a fool of.

And I don't like to be accused
of participating...

in the genocide of the human
race based solely on the word...

of a woman whom I have already indicated
to you may well be a Cylon agent.

I'm willing to do anything.
Anything at all.

Only I need your help.

I did not conspire
with the Cylons.

I am an innocent man...

who is being convicted in the court
of public opinion without trial.

[Incoherent voices]

WOMAN:
Traitor.

[Exhaling]

[Alarm beeping]

WOMAN: Fire. All hands report to damage control stations.

- MAN 1: We got a fire!
- MAN 2: Let's go. Clear the doors!

[Alarm beeping]

[Indistinct chattering]

[Alarm beeping loudly]

Frak!

No fires reported
anywhere on the ship.

TIGH: The exact location
of the alarm.

WOMAN: D-Wing corridor where
it intersects with C-Wing. That's the lab.

Erase. Erase.

[Alarms stops beeping]

[Gasping]

TIGH: Put it down!

Put it down.

MAN 1:
All right, move in.

- ADAMA: Take him to the brig.
- MAN 1: Yes, Commander.

I would like to speak to my attorney.
Can't I speak to my attorney?

I need some representation here!
It's not what it looks like.

She's got it in for me,
that Shelly Godfrey!

Hey.

STARBUCK:
Shut up. All of you.

Not one single word
from any of you, okay?

- What seems to be the problem? - Your
new boyfriend's a bit of a jerk, sir.

STARBUCK: It's a girl.

TYROL: If you don't mind her goo
on your face, she's all yours, sir.

- STARBUCK: Okay.
- TYROL: He likes the warm light.

STARBUCK: Makes the
touch easier, right?

STARBUCK: Maybe, okay.

[Whining]

This is stupid.
This is stupid.

This is stupid!

It's worth a try, sir.
It did fly for you once.

Hasn't made so much
as a grunt since.

TYROL: Maybe... I don't
know, take her for a ride.

- Ride it.
- TYROL: Treat it like a horse.

Okay, a horse.
A horse. A horse.

Why not a goat?
That's good, right?

Think of it as a goat.
Okay. Whatever.

Come on, boy.
[Chuckles] Giddyup!

Come on. Come on.

- Okay, come on.
- [Engine starting]

Okay, you're kidding.
Chief? Chief?

TYROL: Don't shoot anything.

ROSLIN: Doctor.

Madame President.

- I am so sorry.
- Thank you.

You are here
to free me, right?

To bring this travesty
to a close...

because you know I'm innocent.

Just tell me,
so I understand...

because I want to understand
why... why you did it.

I didn't do it.
It wasn't me.

- I'm being framed!
- Why would she do that?

Because she's a Cylon.

She's a Cylon.

- You are going to have to believe me.
- I want to believe you.

I want to believe that I haven't made
such a profound error in judgment...

in trusting you...

and asking your advice.

But here's where we are,
Doctor.

If anyone can be a Cylon, and it's hard to tell us apart...

then we only have one thing
left to trust...

our instincts, feelings.

And the moment they told me it
was your face in the photo...

I knew I believed it.

I believe you were involved
in the attack.

Somehow, I feel it.

You'll forgive me,
Madame President...

if I don't wish to be executed
based solely on your gut feeling.

May the gods have mercy
on your soul.

[Door opens]

HELO: Call it.

- Heads.
- Heads. You win. You sleep. I watch.

No. You're the one
who needs sleep.

I couldn't sleep if I had to listen
to Tyrol read the flight manual.

Okay.

Truth is if something
happened to you...

I wouldn't know
how to deal with it.

I feel the same way.

[Thunder rumbling]

Back on the ship, I, uh...

Look, I knew what was going on.
I mean, between you and the chief.

I think everybody did.

And I respected it.
Your feelings, his.

But I would've given
anything to be him.

I'm not trying to put you on the spot here.
I don't want to step on what you two have.

You feel the way you feel
and I have to respect that.

[Thunder clapping]

BOOMER: No. It's not true.

[Gasping and groaning]

I know we haven't
spoken before.

But I don't wish to offend.

Please.

Please.

Dear God...

I now acknowledge
that you are the one true God.

Deliver me from this evil...

and I will...

I will devote the rest of what
is left of my wretched life...

to doing good.

Well, I...

I don't know what to...

To carrying out your divine will
is what I want to do.

To carry out your divine will.

I don't know what to do.

Grant me grace.
Grant me forgiveness.

[No. 6 shushing]

I'm here now. I'm here.

All will be well.

It will be as God
wants it to be.

[Knocking on door]

GAETA: Open the door.

Wait. I haven't even
had a trial yet.

No! No! Wait! It's a lie!
It's a lie!

- Doctor, it's all right.
- It's a lie!

- GAETA: Photograph was a fake.
- What?

It was almost seamless,
but your face, the man,

the reflection,
it was all a fake.

Of course it was a fake.
I don't wear a shirt like that.

How did you...

I went back, I reran
all the security checks.

This time I found markers which
pointed to photo manipulation.

They weren't apparent until
the photo was fully resolved.

You reran
the security checks?

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Oh.

I just knew that...

you could never have anything
to do with that attack.

You're not
that kind of man.

It was really nothing.
Once the photos were fully resolved...

it was almost too easy,
like she wanted to be found out.

- How did she get off?
- Got me. There's been no ships.

- I gave you an order.
- I had two marines tailing her.

They say they went around
a corner and she was gone.

Every ship in the fleet has reported
in, sir. No sign of her.

That's unacceptable. She was here.
She was right here.

This woman existed. She didn't
just vanish. Have them check again.

- Every ship?
- Every ship, including this one.

She didn't just vanish.

ROSLIN: ...that he had been a
victim of treachery and deceit.

Clearly, the Cylons wanted
to discredit Dr. Baltar...

because of his work
on the Cylon detector.

Dr. Baltar, it gives me
great pleasure...

to exonerate you publicly...

and to recognize you,
once again, among us...

as a scientist,
a leader, and a friend.

[All applauding]

NO. 6: You're a hero.

You're even more popular
and powerful than ever before.

You've had your trial by fire,
so now they truly believe in you.

Hard for anyone to accuse you
of treason again.

Was that the plan all along?

Build me up in the public eye
by first tearing me down?

Right.

Who am I to question
the plans of Almighty God?

BALTAR: Just one,
small, practical question.

Shelly? Shelly Godfrey?

Was there ever a woman
really called Shelly Godfrey?

Did she ever actually exist?
Was she ever really here?

God's will be done.

[Theme music]