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NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

COTTLE: Your doctor back
on Caprica was right.

It's too damn late to operate.
The cancer is too far advanced.

Have you ever heard
of Chamalla extract?

It means that you're still acting
like you're everyone's best friend.

We're not friends.
You're the CAG.

Chief wanted me
to kick your ass out of bed.

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

I need new pilots.
And I want you to train them.

I can do that.

They slipped through.
How's that possible?

NO. 6: She thinks she loves him now...
That she can't live without him.

- Bothers you, doesn't it?
- We'll get them in the end.

I can assure you the fuel shortage
is our number one priority.

Galacticahas ships scouring
the nearby star systems,

and we can anticipate
that they will soon find tylium.

Hamilton.

Madame President,
tylium ore is extremely rare.

If we don't find any, how long
before the fleet runs out of fuel?

That all depends on
how well we conserve.

Isn't it a fact, Madame President, that
we only have enough for two more jumps?

Yes. That is correct.

Do we have a contingency plan
if we run out of tylium?

[Reporters murmuring
questioningly]

[Snake hissing]

We would...

If-If that were to happen...

we would use our last fuel...

to jump to
the nearest planetary system.

And pray we're lucky enough
to find a habitable planet.

[Snakes hissing]

Madame President, without fuel to take
even the most basic evasive maneuvers...

No.

REPORTER 1: ...wouldn't we be like
ducks in a Cylon shooting gallery?

Yes, we would.

[Snake hissing fiercely]

ROSLIN: I'm...

I'm sorry.

That is all for now.

[Reporters murmuring
quizzically]

[Reporters murmuring]

CRASHDOWN: [On radio] Commencing sweep 87 of asteroid field.

BOOMER: Any luck?

[Sighing] How many times are
you gonna ask me that, Boomer?

Well, until you find
some tylium ore.

Don't you want to be a hero
to Ensign Davis?

Mmm.

You haven't noticed how she always
sits next to you in the mess?

[Mimicking Davis] "How's it
going, Crash? Oh, you're so cute."

Damn it. There's so much debris in
this system, the DRADIS is useless.

This is going to take 100 years.

BOOMER: I heard how you found water,
how you saved the whole fleet...

Come on.

[Computer beeping]

[Exclaiming incredulously]

Jackpot! Boomer, that asteroid
dead ahead is a mountain of tylium.

[Exclaiming excitedly]

CRASHDOWN: Check it.

Thank the Gods!
We're heroes. Yeah.

"We're heroes."
It never fails.

Great, the second that I score, the bus
driver jumps in and takes the credit.

- Okay, so who's the one
that we suggest... - What?

Cylons.

The rock's crawling with them.

We are well and truly frakked.

Only tylium within 12 light years,
and we've got to kiss it good-bye.

Yeah, along with our asses if
we don't get out of here fast.

[Theme music]

TIGH: It figures the Cylons would be sitting
on the only source of fuel within our reach.

Still staking out
every water hole in the desert.

Only this time it's a lake...

with enough tylium to last us
a couple years.

APOLLO: This must be
some kind of conveyor belt...

to get the ore from the mine here
into this cracking plant here.

GAETA: A refinery this far
from their home world?

APOLLO: Why not?
They need fuel as much as we do.

GAETA: Now they've got it.

And enough firepower to keep it.

APOLLO: All right. So we forget
this asteroid, find another source.

You can bet your ass the Cylons
will be guarding that one too.

We send the Raptors out farther.

Ten, 15 jumps. Find a source
they haven't reached yet.

TIGH: And use up all our fuel doing it.
How're we going to get our refinery ship...

We take the tylium
from the Cylons.

With all respect, this is hardly
a time to attack a superior force.

It's exactly the time.

We know where they are.
They don't know where we are.

We'll catch them
with their pants down.

If we fail...

End of game.

So we don't fail.

STARBUCK: When the missile
gets close enough...

you'll be pulling maybe 7 G's.

But to catch you, the bastard's
gonna have to pile on 40 to 60.

Its guidance system can't
hack it, and it'll miss...

most of the time.

Exactly how often is
"most of the time"?

It depends on your judgment,
and how well you pray.

Attention on deck.

ADAMA: As you were.

Lt. Thrace,
can I have a word?

STARBUCK:
Of course. Take five, guys.

- What's up?
- How are they doing?

Wobbly as newborn colts,
but they're getting stronger.

That's good.

Got a job for you.

Rumor mill has it
that you're planning an op.

Rumor mill's
right for a change.

Capt. Adama and Col. Tigh
are working up the plan now...

and I need some serious
out-of-the-box thinking.

Out-of-the-box is where I live.

I've been taking Chamalla
for a medical condition.

So what have you seen?

It started out as dreams of
the Cylon that we had executed.

But I had the dreams
before we captured him.

- The images were...
- Prescient?

ROSLIN: Uncanny.

And now I am seeing
things while I'm awake.

- What kind of things?
- Snakes.

There were snakes crawling all over
my podium during a press conference.

How many?

About a dozen.

You're kidding, right?

You read Pythia, and now you're having me on.

No.

- Who is Pythia? - One of the
oracles in the sacred scrolls.

3,600 years ago...

Pythia wrote about the exile and
the rebirth of the human race.

And the lords anointed a leader...

to guide the caravan of the heavens to their new homeland.

And unto the leader they gave a vision...

of serpents,
numbering two and ten...

as a sign of things to come.

Pythia wrote that?

She also wrote that the new leader
suffered a wasting disease...

and would not live
to enter the new land.

But you're not dying. Are you?

APOLLO: And that will allow the attack force
to wipe out these installations here.

Now, if we do it right, there
will not be any Cylon survivors.

APOLLO:
And the asteroid will be ours.

ADAMA: What do you
think, Starbuck?

It's a textbook perfect plan,
which is why it won't work.

TIGH: Of course. We bow to your vast
experience in strategic planning.

Refresh my memory. What year was it
that you graduated from war college?

What's the matter, Colonel?
Married life not all you expected?

That's enough,
both of you.

We're not going to win this one by the book.

I want Starbuck in here...

because she's not weighed down
by conventional thinking.

All due respect, gentlemen,
we're not as crazy as she is.

Okay. So what would
you do differently?

To start...

jumping Galactica
in behind the planetoid...

to hide it from the Cylon base
is an obvious move.

You think they'll be covering their
blind spot with recon patrols?

I would,
if I were them.

What we need to do is make their
patrols part of our plan, you know?

Make their tactics
work for us.

Here's what I would do:

At position code deacon...

we'll need three civilian
freighter ships to use as decoys.

Which means those passengers will
have to be relocated to other ships...

which are already overcrowded.

Yes, if you approve.

STARBUCK: The decoy ships will
jump into the enemy star system...

at extreme radar range
from the Cylon asteroid.

Galacticawill jump here,

close enough to
launch its Vipers at the base.

Soon as the decoy freighters arrive in the
system, they'll break wireless silence.

They'll be posing as a mine
fleet coming after the tylium...

and pretend to be unaware
of the Cylon presence.

STARBUCK: The Cylons
will hear the messages...

and send a force of Raiders
after them.

This will leave the base relatively undefended.

We'll have Raptors pre-positioned
to keep an eye on the Cylons.

When the Cylons
move toward the decoys...

Galactica's Vipers will come in from behind, and obliterate the base.

APOLLO: Without the base,
they'll be unable to rearm, refuel.

We'll mop them up,
and then we'll take the tylium.

What happens to the crews
on the civilian decoy ships?

They'll keep their FTL drives spooled up,
and just jump clear first sign of trouble.

How many casualties
do we anticipate?

It'll cost us.

If you succeed, what's to prevent the Cylons
from coming back with reinforcements?

ADAMA: Nothing.

But if we get a chance
to knock out that base...

it'll buy us some time.

ROSLIN: Why?

If you keep running
from the school yard bully...

he keeps on chasing you.

But the moment you turn around
and stop...

and you punch him really hard
in a sensitive spot...

he'll think twice about
coming back again.

So it's either this,
or run out of fuel and be annihilated.

Sometimes you have to
roll the hard six.

Well, the freighters are yours.
Good hunting, everyone.

ADAMA: Operation starts
in 48 hours.

TIGH: This is our target.

BALTAR: A Cylon base?

You're the Cylon expert.

We need to destroy
their military facilities.

Without harming the tylium
ore under the surface.

Exactly.

A nuke would destroy the Cylons.

But the radiation would render
the ore inert, unusable.

I see your dilemma.

Well, you're in luck, you know.

BALTAR: Refined tylium
contains tremendous enthalpy...

to the order of half a billion
mega joules per kilo.

If subjected to right heat and compression, say, from a conventional warhead,

you should get a suitably
devastating explosion...

without the radioactive fallout.

All we have to do
is hit the right spot.

Specifically, you need to hit the staging
tanks for the refined tylium precursor.

It's a lot more unstable
than the fuel itself.

And where would they be?

I need your advice on this one.

I'm flattered, Gaius...

but I don't know the first
thing about tylium refineries.

Neither do I.

Oh, come on,
you must have an inkling...

- where I should tell them to bomb?
- No.

- But God does.
- Oh, good.

I suppose God doesn't want me
to destroy the base because...

he's the Cylon God, right?

God doesn't take sides.

He only wants your love.

Open your heart to him,
and he'll show you the way.

Be a lot simpler
if he came out and told me.

You must remember to surrender your ego.
Remain humble.

If you ask me,

God could do with
cleaning his ears out.

Then he might hear
what I have to say.

- Relax your neck.
- Why? What are you going to do?

- I said relax.
- All right, but please don't...

STARBUCK: Where would
the staging tanks be, Doctor?

Uh...

There. Right there.

Hit any one of them, and the place
will go up like a three kiloton bomb.

Well done.

Forceful, so decisive,
delivered with such élan.

He didn't speak to me.

God didn't
speak to me.

I was totally lying.

I just picked that spot
at random.

He doesn't always
speak in words, Gaius.

So the fate...

of the entire human race
depends upon my wild guess.

- TRAINER: Attention on deck.
- ADAMA: As you were.

How's the knee,
Starbuck?

It'll be ready.
I'm not missing this party.

[Exhaling deeply]

Apollo's leading this strike force.
You're gonna have to sit this one out.

- I'm the best pilot that you have.
- Not right now.

In combat,
you gotta pull 6, 7 G's.

Doc says your knee
won't take it.

- Well, then he's wrong.
- Is he?

A Viper thruster pedal...

requires this much force...

to activate.

[Grunting]

Now you're on
your attack run.

They launch their missiles...

so you've got to
jam that pedal...

into the firewall...

and hold a 6 G turn...

for 10 seconds
or you die.

10, 9, 8...

7, 6, 5, 4.

[Starbuck gasping in pain]

This was only 3 G's,
Starbuck. Not 6.

I'm sorry.
It's a tough one.

But you're stayin' home.

STARBUCK: Keep your ingress
low and fast.

Use the terrain to stay hidden
till the last second.

Make sure you give the flak
suppression unit enough time...

so they can weaken defenses.

- You don't think I'm up to this?
- Of course I do.

You'll be fine.

Look, you're worried that I'm not
gonna pull it out of the fire...

with some high-risk
retina-detaching move...

the way Starbuck would.

Look, Kara,
I'm sorry you're not suiting up.

Because, believe me, everyone would
feel so much better, me included...

if you were
riding along with us.

But this isn't an ego trip.
This is my job.

Don't think for one moment
that I will not get it done.

I hope so.
'Cause we've got one shot.

Don't frak it up
by over-thinking.

HELO: Nice thing about being on
the run after a nuclear war...

nobody left to complain if we hide out
in their barn or raid their pantry...

while you're on your way to steal
a ship, and get off the planet.

- It's odd, isn't it?
- What?

That we haven't seen
a single living human being...

since the one you shot
when you rescued me.

We're still alive.
Why nobody else?

Probably holed up in the
fallout shelters or something.

Two ways out and a lovely view.
What could be better?

A feather bed
and a silk comforter.

HELO: You hungry?

- I don't know. What do we got?
- Peanut butter...

baked beans, corn...

How about some chili?

[Boomer vomiting]

A simple "no" would do.

Sharon, have you been taking
your anti-radiation meds?

I think it was those cold beans
we had this afternoon.

- You okay now?
- Yeah.

How far
you figure to Delphi?

Eight, maybe ten days
if we move fast.

If we start early,
we can be there in no time.

ADAMA: Can't sleep?

I couldn't either
before a big op.

The Mark II.Good ship.

ADAMA: Got me out of
a lot of tough scrapes.

Got something for you.

It belonged to
your grandfather.

My mom bought it for him
when he was in law school.

You see the engraving on it?

Yeah, I can barely
make it out, but...

He was a better father
than I was.

Dad used to carry that
into court cases.

Claimed he never lost
unless he left it behind.

So you're worried too.

About what?

You know, sometimes it
feels like the whole ship...

thinks Starbuck
would do better.

I don't.

How can you be so sure?

'Cause you're my son.

Get some rest.

You're gonna need it.

Dad?

I'll bring it back.

You'd better, or I'll kick your ass.
It's a good lighter.

[Exhaling deeply]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Mechanical thumping]

Sharon. Wake up.

- What the frak! You killed her...
- Let me see.

[Footsteps pounding]

We gotta go.
Right now.

Wait a minute. I saw her on my lap.
I saw her blood spill on my lap.

Let's move, mister.

- What the hell is going on? - I
don't know. We'll figure it out later.

Jump complete, sir.
DRADIS reports nothing but hash.

Just as we expected.
Can't see a thing.

We are now within launch range of the Cylon base.

OFFICER 1: [On radio] ...Constellation jump complete on station, point deacon.

Initiate search pattern, Delta.

OFFICER 2: [On radio] Ore flight Bravo. Delta, Wilco.

OFFICER 3: Ore flight Nebula, Delta initiated.

The ball's in play.
You can bet they heard that.

Now they'll try to
locate the decoys.

And when they do?

If they take the bait,
all hell breaks loose.

- Until then?
- We wait.

BOOMER: Galactica, Boomer.

Tally, 90 plus, headed deacon.

[On radio] Speed, 250.

[Ships whizzing]

APOLLO: [On radio] The Cylons have seen the freighter. They're en route to intercept.

They took the bait.

- Mr. Gaeta, launch Strike Force 1.
- Aye, sir.

D, launch strike force one.

Attention.
Pilots, man your planes.

[On PA system] Pilots, man your planes.

[Alarm sounding]

- How hard did they bite?
- Boomer's report said 90 plus.

They've launched most of
their fighter force.

LAUNCH OFFICER: Give them hell, sir.
Firing.

Attack forces away.

I just hope that Lee can...

Lee isn't the problem.

You should take
a good look at yourself.

I had to go through
the same transition.

When you're in the cockpit,
you're in control.

It's hard to give it up.

It would just be a lot easier
if I was flying with them.

All you can do now is wait,
and hope you didn't make any mistakes.

I never wanted
this kind of responsibility.

The Cylons never
asked us what we wanted.

Welcome to the big leagues.

CRASHDOWN: [On radio] Galactica, Crashdown.

Tally, 50 plus on an intercept course.

Repeat. 50 plus inbound.

What's that mean?

It means that a Cylon patrol
spotted our attack force.

The base sent out 50 more Raiders to intercept.

Fifty Raiders?

That means we're outnumbered
now 5-to-1?

Weren't the decoys
supposed to take care of that?

- The Cylons were too smart for that.
- Frak.

Estimated time to
strike intercept, 2 minutes.

FIREBALL: Fireball...

multiple bandits,
left 10 high, range 40.

Weapons free. Committing.

[Weapons firing]

Hot Dog, visual tally, press.

Hot Dog, break right.

[Explosions]

[Firing continues]

Fireball, your six.

[Alarm beeping]

I'm hit! Man eject.

FIREBALL: [On radio] Stop!

BUZZER: Deadbolt, Spinner. Two bandits closing your right side.

SPINNER: No joy!

[Loud explosion]

[Spinner screaming]

[Ship whizzing]

HOT DOG: [On radio] Galactica, Hot Dog. Heavily engaged. Mission outcome doubtful.

- This sounds frakking awful. - They're
getting cut to pieces out there.

BUZZER: Get out of there! Move!

BUZZER: [On radio] Deadbolt, break vertical, now!

DEADBOLT: Damn it, take the shot. Get him off me.

Mr. Gaeta, abort Strike 1.

DUALLA: Strike One, Galactica.
Return to base.

Repeat. Abort your mission,
and return to base.

STUBBS: [On radio] Galactica, Stubbs.

Cylon strike force is turning away from deacon and inbound to
Galactica.

OPERATOR:
Noting Raiders inbound.

The Cylons heard our
transmission recall, didn't they?

Does that mean
the first wave of Raiders...

is ignoring the decoys,
and is coming after us?

That's exactly what it means.

BALTAR: So, when are we going to launch
the reserve Vipers to defend Galactica?

There are no reserve Vipers.
Everything is on the board already.

Now we play
for all the marbles.

Starbuck, it's your plan.

Mr. Gaeta...

will you please tell D to get on the scrambler
and inform Apollo the back door is open?

Aye, Lieutenant.

GAETA: D, please send
a scrambler to Capt. Apollo.

Message reads,
"The back door is open."

Apollo, Galactica.
Back door is open.

Godspeed, Apollo.

[Ship humming]

Lt. Thrace,
why didn't you tell me...

we had another attack force
hidden in the freighters?

- We...
- ADAMA: It was my decision.

I routinely restrict tactical
details to those who need to know.

Old habits die hard.

So you still might
pull this off?

ADAMA: If Dr. Baltar's
target information is correct.

And whether we get blown to
pieces by those Cylon Raiders...

heading toward us right now.

Speaking of which,
I'm needed in CIC.

[Electronic beeping]

Initial point in 5 seconds.

Flak suppression unit
cleared hot.

APOLLO: [On radio] Okay, let's do this.

Come on, Lee. It's all on you.

Incoming!

APOLLO: [On radio] Weapons free. By the numbers, people.

Target acquired.
Tone and lock.

KAT: [On radio] Firing.

Tone and lock. Firing.

What's got into these
frakking missiles?

Come on.

They're jamming
the guidance systems.

APOLLO: Strike two, Apollo.

Then we get close enough so we
don't need the guidance systems.

APOLLO: We'll have to blow this thing manually.

Wilco, Apollo. Rolling in.

Chuckles!

[Alarm blaring]

Oh, frak.

Chuckles bought it.
He's going down!

[Stepchild screaming]

KAT: [On radio] Now they've got our attack axis zeroed in.

There's no way to frakking get close.

There's gotta be.

APOLLO: We've got to get out of this flak.

Let's get down below deck, down where the target is.

I've got an idea.
I'm gonna take a closer look.

Commander on deck.

ADAMA: As you were.

The first wave of Cylons
will be on us in three minutes.

Notify the Strike 1 Vipers...

that they can stop running and
blast those bastards to hell.

DUALLA: Yes, sir.

PILOT 1: Engaging Cylon fighters.

PILOT 2: Target acquired, tone and lock.

Oh, no, don't do this, Lee.

The conveyor tunnel's clear.
I'm going through it.

You're out of
your frakkin' mind, Apollo.

What's going on?

GAETA: Captain Apollo's flying
into the conveyor tunnel...

hoping it'll
lead him to the refinery.

BALTAR: Has he gone raving mad?

There's no way to ensure
it does anything of the kind.

Come on.
Keep it together, Lee.

Oh, Lords.

[Apollo grunts]

[Thunderous roaring]

APOLLO: Okay, I'm through the tunnel. They can't get a firing solution on me.

APOLLO: There you are.

[Chanting] Okay. I've got you.
I've got you.

[Exclaims in disbelief]

Uh, Galactica, Apollo.

APOLLO: [On radio] Mission accomplished.

Yes.

[Starbuck whoops]

[All cheering excitedly]

You can tell Dr. Baltar
he was right on the money.

It's one hell
of a fireworks show.

And there's plenty of ore for us in the canyon...

once this place is history.

[Cheering continues]

GAETA: Congratulations, Doctor.
It worked.

It did.

It worked.

Sorry, Madame President.
I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

Thanks to you, we have enough
fuel to last us a few years.

[Both chuckling in relief]

DUALLA: Commander, Strike 1 reports inbound Cylons are bugging out.

Request permission to go after them, sir.

- Tell our people to pursue and destroy.
- Affirmative.

Strike 1, tear them up.

[All cheering]

STARBUCK: Apollo,
you magnificent bastard.

That was one hell of a piece of flying, and
I couldn't have done it better myself.

APOLLO: I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you.

I said that I couldn't have
done it better myself.

Well, thank you.

I had my doubts.

So did I.

I wasn't sure that crazy-ass plan
of yours could even possibly work.

Mmm.

STARBUCK: You deserve this.

DAVIS: Crash.

[Crashdown exclaims in surprise]

[Starbuck laughs]

NO. 6: Have you read
the Pythian Prophecy, Gaius?

Not since the 6th grade.

I can't say ancient history
is my favorite subject.

You should have paid
closer attention.

To what?

"All of this
has happened before.

"All of this
will happen again."

Everyone knows that verse.
What are you getting at?

Remember this one?

"Led by serpents
numbering two and ten."

The Vipers,
they're the serpents.

There's a later verse, Gaius.
You should read it.

"Though the outcome
favored the few...

"it led to a confrontation
at the home of the gods."

Are you telling me that God guided
my finger to that target for some...

arcane scriptural purpose?

You are part of God's plan,
Gaius.

So God wanted me
to destroy the Cylon base.

You did well.
You gave yourself over to Him.

Yes, I suppose I did, I...

There's really no other
logical explanation for it.

- I was...
- Am.

I am
an instrument of God.

Hey, check it out.

Ow.