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[announcer] Previously on
Battlestar Galactica...

[Tigh]
This will be

Adama's command
until the day he dies.

And we are not going
to let him die.

Sir, what about our people
on the surface of Kobol?

If they're still alive,
they'll have to wait.

El-tee!

I think we should double-check
the supplies before we bug out!

We don't have
the time, Chief!

I could give you a shot,

but you wouldn't
like the side effects.

Just... do it.

The time is going to come

when you are not
going to be able to hide

what you're going through.

His lungs are
filling up with fluid.

If he doesn't get
more serisone soon,

he's not gonna make it.

Tarn.

You forgot the medkit,

so you're gonna have
to go back and get it.

Take a rifle, three clips
of ammo, and a canteen.

It's too late.

He's not gonna make it.

I'm sorry, Chief.

Lords of Kobol,

take these brave men
into your arms.

Take upon your arms
the spirits of our fallen...

Takeupin your arms

the spirits
of our fallen friends

so that they may share
in the everlasting life

that awaits us all
beyond the vale of tears.

So say we all.

Nothing awaits them.

No eternal life,
no damnation.

Only oblivion.

Because they haven't seen
the face of God, I take it.

Because they died here.

On Kobol.

I see.

Doc... let's go.

We're moving out.

Doc, you hear me?

We're moving out.

I did hear you, Chief.

I just don't respond
to the title "Doc."

A "dock" is a platform for
loading and unloading material.

My title is "Doctor,"

or "Mr. Vice President,"
if you don't mind.

You are loading,
are you not?

El-tee?

El-tee!

Crash! Hmm?

Oh, yeah, Chief,
I'll be right there.

[Tyrol]
No Cylons.

[Crashdown]
You sure?

Uh-oh.
Wait a minute.

Tree line, two o'clock.

[Crashdown]
Got 'em.

What are they doing?

[Tyrol] Looks like they're dismantling the ship.

[Crashdown]
Why?

Why not just use it
to fly the hell out of here?

I don't know.

I can't tell.
They're...

dragging it into
the tree line.

It's, uh...

Oh, wait a minute.

They're building something.

[Crashdown]
Chief, is that a...

[Tyrol]
A missile.

They're building
a missile battery.

Well, at least we know
why they're not chasing us.

Why?

Why aren't they chasing us?

Because they don't have to.

They can just sit back,
launch a missile barrage

that'll wipe out every
living thing in this valley.

Next time I say
I'm in a hurry,

cycle the damn
air lock faster.

Is this your first day?

Doctor, thank the gods,
you're here.

The president
needs your help.

Move.Doctor...

Doctor!

Okay...

Let's have some vitals.
Like now.

Two bullets, 9mm.

This one lacerated
the spleen,

the other one
nicked the aorta.

Now, we've removed
the spleen,

and we thought we
repaired the aorta, but...

Over the past few hours,
his B.P.'s dropped down again.

It's only 80 over 40.

And his heart rate's creeping into the 130s.

Well, you
missed something.

He's still hemorrhaging
somewhere.

We're gonna lose him unless
we can stop that bleeding.

Get me an A.B.G., C.B.C.,
and coags,

and get set up for a rapid
sequence intubation.

Is he gonna make it?

How should I know?
I'm not a psychic.

Now get the hell
out of here.

[Cottle]
It is a mess in here.

Looks like the mesenteric
artery may have been damaged.

3.7 Mac.

God damn it, Kim,
learn the instruments.

I said a 3.7 Mac!

Clamp.

Clamp!

Dr. Cottle, his pressure's dropping.

It's 60 on 30.

Heart rate's
starting to fall.

I don't think he can last much longer.

Just stay focused.

Get some more suction
in here

so I can see
what I'm doing.

[bottle recapping]

Ahem.

Colonel...
how's the commander?

What?

Uh, ahem,
how's the commander?

He's still in surgery.

What's on your mind?

Uh, I need some medication
for the president.

She's not the president
anymore.

Cottle's a little busy
right now.

Sir, she's very ill... Why aren't you
in the brig?

Um...

because...
no one put me in there?

What the hell's all this?

Why aren't youin the brig?

I'm on duty, sir.

Planning the search
and rescue mission.

Search and rescue?

For who?

We lose a plane,
and nobody tells me?!

For our Raptor crew

down on the surface
of Kobol, sir?

Simes is senior pilot now.

He can plan the SAR.

You asked me to command
the air group when I'm on duty.

And I'm on duty.

So am I in command...
or not?

What's the status

of the SAR, Captain?

Well, we don't know in what area

Raptor 3 went down.

So the only realistic chance we have of finding her

is to hope that her transponder

disaster beacon
is still functioning.

I intend
to take two Raptors,

one with medical personnel,
and make five

low level orbits
of the planet.

What about
the Cylon base ship

that Lieutenant Valerii
supposedly destroyed?

What if she was lying?

Racetrack confirmed

the destruction
of the base ship,

and I checked

the gun camera footage from the Raptors,

which verifies it.

Lieutenant Gaeta,
why are you hovering about?

Uh, it's the press.

The press?

They're demanding to know
how much longer

we plan on
holding them,

and when they can
contact their home ships.

They demand?

They're in no position
to demand anything.

You tell them
to shut their yaps.

We'll get to them
in due time.

Excuse me, Colonel.

Shuttle from the Zephyr
has just requested permission

to enter
the landing pattern.

The Zephyr? Yes, sir.

Evidently
the Quorum of Twelve is aboard.

They're demanding
to see you.

They demand?

Demanding job,
commanding a battlestar.

Clear them to land.

Put them in the Ward Room
and hold them there

until I have time
to see them.

Aah!

Madam President.

What's wrong
with her?

I don't know,
but she's clearly sick.

You can see that, can't you?

Well, there's nothing
I can do.

Madam President...

Yes?

Can I get you anything
while you're in the brig?

[breathes]
Ohh...

Ohh...

Billy?

No, thank you.

I'm sorry.

I'm finding it...

hard to think.

It's withdrawal.

The chamalla?

Yes.

I'm trying
to get you more.

Go fast.

I count...
six missiles

being carried into
the forest site so far.

It's all so pointless.

We kill them.

And they kill us.

So we kill
more of them.

They kill more of us.

What's the point anymore?

You and your... race

invented murder.

Invented killing for sport,
greed, envy.

It's man's one true
art form.

You've done some killing
of your own, I think.

Yes, well,
we're you're children.

You taught us well.

Why does God want
to bring a child

into this kind of world
anyway?

Because,
despite everything,

despite all of it, he still
wants to offer you salvation.

Our child will
bring that salvation,

but only if you accept
your role as her father.

And her guardian.

I'm not ready for that.
All right?

I'm not a father.

I'm not a guardian.

I'm not a moral leader capable of leading anyone.

Let alone a baby.

Be a man, Gaius.

What?

Be a man.

Whatever else you are,
you arethat.

The time is coming when
you'll have to act like one.

[Tyrol] Wait a minute, wait a minute.
El-tee, check this out.

What do you got, Chief?

45 degrees
east of the launcher.

You see that tree stump?

[Crashdown]
What the hell is that?

[Tyrol]
It looks like a dradis dish.

At least, the Cylon version
of a dradis dish.

It's probably salvaged
from the nose cone of the ship.

They're building
an anti-aircraft battery.

Anti-aircraft?
For what?

There are no other aircraft around here.

The Galactica'sgonna
send a search and rescue team.

When they do,
that's at least two Raptors

doing a low pass
over the crash site.

When those Raptors
come looking for us,

risking their lives
to rescue us...

Cylons will shoot 'em down.

Seven birds
down for repairs.

Three out on picket duty
with the CAP.

Uh, CON traffic, sir.

Priority messages
are on top.

Cut to the chase,
Captain!

How long before you
launch the SAR?

Come on, D, these are all marked "priority."

Sorry, sir,
that's how they came in.

I'm cannibalizing 305
for parts.

Should be up in the air in,
I don't know,

90 minutes.

90minutes?!

We got men down

on that frakking planet!

Get your head in the game.

You do your job,
or go back to the brig.

Are on the members
of the Quorum in the Ward room?

All 12, sir.

Don't suppose
you wanna do this for me?

Never was much
for public speaking, sir.

Why have you
imprisoned the president?

So why are we
here under guard?

That's what I want to know.

Laura Roslin suborned
mutiny and sedition

aboard this ship.

She caused a key
military asset

to be lost
at a critical moment!

Commander Adama felt
he had no choice

but to remove her
from power.

You've said that,
several times.

You don't seem
to be listening, Colonel.

It does not matter
what Adama felt.

He had absolutely
no authority...

Adama knew exactly
what he was doing.

He was paving the way
to declare martial law

and usher in
a military dictatorship.

Isn't that right, Colonel?

I can't speak
for the commander.

He's still in surgery.

Well, you seem to be giving the orders around here.

So what exactly
are you planning to do?

Are you declaring
martial law?

Absolutely not.

I know for a fact
that the old man

hated the very idea
of martial law.

He believed in freedom
and democracy

and all that good stuff.

Well, since this is
still a... democracy,

and all that good stuff,

I move that the Quorum demand
immediate access

to President Roslin.

Excellent.
I second it.

[woman]
All those in favor.

[all]
Aye.

Motion carries.

Colonel, we demand
immediate access

to the president.

I will take your "demand"
under advisement.

Madam President.

[mumbling] Clearly, and anything
that impedes that understanding...

Madam President.

I have to consider...

Laura.

Laura.

Hello.

Hi.

Are you all right?

I, uh, just came down

to see if there was
anything I could do for you.

Anything I can get you?

I would like to have
a conversation

with my attorney.

Could you arrange that?

Yeah. Yeah, sure, right.

[chuckles]

Laura, do you
know where you are?

I'm in jail.

What's my name?

Have we met?
I'm...

I'm sorry.
Excuse me.

There's just... a ringing.

Excuse me.

Ringing?

Ohh.

Right.

Okay, then.

Take care.

Ohh! Ohh...

Oh.

Oh, my gods.

Ellen Tigh.

Ellen?

[Crashdown] The launcher looks
like a simple point-and-shoot.

No built-in guidance.

Ordnance appear to be
standard ship-to-ship missiles.

They're modifying them
for atmospheric flight.

[Cally] One Cylon sentry
walks the perimeter,

stopping at regular intervals.

[Baltar] The dradis dish
that controls the missiles

is on the 4.5 KG wavelength,

judging by the diameter.

It's guarded by two
centurions, I think.

I'm sorry, Doc,
did you say

it was guarded
by two centurions?

Yes, I did.

Okay, is the dradis

guarded continuously
of intermittently?

I saw two centurions
through the field glasses...

continuously,
for five minutes.

In that time,
they didn't leave their post.

So there's three toasters
near the launcher.

Two more out by the dish.

That's a lot of Cylons.

You ever handle a weapon?

Who, me?

No.

I'm not a soldier,
Crashdown.

I'll try to give you
the most simple assignment,

but I'm gonna need
every man.

You're not suggesting
we attack the Cylons?

We owe it
to Socinus and Tarn

to tack the frakkers out
before they kill anyone else.

We have equal numbers.

We have the element
of surprise.

Therefore, we have
the initiative.

We can attack at the time
and place of our choosing.

El-tee, a word...
in private.

He's crazy.

I'm not trained
for this kind of thing.

I've never fired a gun
in my life.

I haven't fired one
since basic.

You?

I just joined to pay
for dental school.

Basic ground assault
was a long time ago.

For all of us.

Those aren't
training officers out there.

They're programmed
killing machines.

We don't have any choice.

Galacticawill
definitely be sending

a search and rescue party.

It's just a matter of time.

And if we don't
take out that launcher...

We can't go up against

an armed and defended
position like that.

They'll wipe us out in
the first two minutes.

That's enough!

Chief, look,
under the circumstances,

it's important that you
keep your cool.

I don't believe
I've lost my cool.

I disagree.

Look, I don't
want to attack

the launcher either,
but it's our duty.

We owe it
to the rescue party,

and we owe it
to Socinus and Tarn.

I fail to see what this has
to do with Socinus and Tarn.

Maybe that's why I'm
an officer, and you're not.

Dismissed.

[Crashdown] This briefing
will outline a plan of attack

in five graphs.

Graph One: Situation.

Our situation is that we are
stranded on Kobol

with a group of five Cylons
who plan to use an AAU

to destroy any SAR craft
sent to find us.

There are no friendly forces
present.

What's all this graph business?

It's a five-paragraph order.

It's a basic command tool.

It's taught at
officer candidate school.

It's just not usually used
this...

literally in the field.

Graph Four: Execution.

We will assault
the Cylon launch site

from the northwest, using...

Oh, come on.

This is absurd.

What, we're talking on
the Cylon army, are we?

Us?

Look at us.

What, with two rifles
and a canteen?

Have you lost your mind...?

That's enough, Doctor. Is it?

Look, no disrespect,

but why are we always
going uphill?

Does anybody else think that
this plan is frakking nuts?

I'll tell you what's fair. This is fair.

We'll have a show of hands...

No! Absolutely not!

This is not a democracy!

The LT's in charge!
The LT's in charge.

No ifs, no ands, no buts.

He say we go, we go.
There's no questions...

We've already lost two men,
Chief!

How many more people
are we gonna lose?

You need to sit down.
And shut up right now.

Nobody tells me to shut up.
I'm the vice president...

You need to sit down
and shut up right now.

Your briefing, LT.

Thank you, Chief.

Graph Four.

We'll approach the Cylon
launch site from the northwest,

using natural ground cover
to mask our approach.

Our objective is the command
and control console.

Once we reach this position,

Cally, you're gonna flank out to the left,

making a feint
on the Cylon position.

Hopefully drawing their fire long enough for me and Seelix

to flank out to the right

and get a shot at the console.

Tyrol, you and the vice president

will stay at position one,

and provide covering fire
for both flanking maneuvers.

I have been given
the opportunity

to perceive the scriptures
more clearly.

Anything that impedes that,
I have to view

as contrary to the survival
of the human species.

I trust... This is ridiculous.

Look, she obviously
needs her medication.

I keep trying to tell anyone
that'll listen... Sounds like she's talking about

the scrolls of
the prophet Pythia.

I suppose.

Pythia foretold the rise
of a leader.

A leader who would lead all humanity to salvation.

So say the gods.

[Laura]
Impedes that action...

You seem to know a lot
about the scriptures.

I'm from Gemenon.

We believe in the literal truth
of the scriptures.

[Laura] Contrary to the
survival of the human...

[Billy]
Corporal Venner?

There's a, uh, a drug
that priests sometimes use.

It's called chamalla extract.

Guess it's happy hour.

What's happy about it?

The Old Man
is still in surgery.

And I got a boatload
of politicians and press

demanding to see Laura Roslin.

Let 'em. Yeah, right.

She's crazy.

I know. No, no. Really, Saul.

She's lost it.

I just went down to the brig
to see her.

You did?

She's... completely nuts.

She doesn't even know
where she is anymore.

You're kidding.

You should let 'em see her.

The press, the Quorum.
All of 'em.

I mean, the little schoolteacher's mind

has gone bye-bye.

And the vice president
is either missing or dead.

That leaves you in unchallenged
command of this ship.

And this fleet. Just until the Old Man
gets back on his feet.

Well, of course.

[Lee on radio] Galactica/Apollo,
we are preparing to Jump to Kobol.

Roger that, Apollo.
You are clear to Jump.

And good hunting.

Thank you, Galactica.

Let's go find our people.

Okay, cock the rifle, click
the safety, open the scope.

Okay, cock the rifle, click the safety, open the scope.

[Number Six] One of you will
turn against the others.

During the mission?

Yes.

One of us will betray the others?
Yes.

During the attack?
Yes.

But if the attack fails?

You'll die.

Not me.

I am God's instrument.

God turned his back on Kobol.

Turned his back on man and
the false gods he worshipped.

What happens on Kobol
is not his will.

[Crashdown] Saddle up.

It's time to junk some toasters.

[phone rings]

XO.

Combat. Dualla here, sir.

The Quorum is demanding

to see the former president.

They're being pretty adamant

and they're giving the sentries
a hard time.

Uh, maybe we should tell them
to shove their demand

up their collective asses,
how about that?

[chuckles]

[continues laughing]

Yes, sir.

I need instructions
for the sentries.

They're asking how to respond.

Tell them that they are going to
get to see

what has become
of their precious president.

You tell them that.

[Racetrack] I got a transponder signal.

Definitely Colonial.

Trying to establish a lock.

Got it.

Northern hemisphere.

Looks like mountainous terrain.

There's a valley.

Take us out of orbit.

Signal Raptor Two
to form up on us.

There they are.

All three of 'em, right where
they're supposed to be.

All right, people,
this is it.

We're going in.

Cally, move up the tree line
to point alpha.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

El-tee, there's five Cylons
at the launch site. What?

Something's wrong, isn't it?

Something's wrong
with the plan...

Quiet down,
there's nothing wrong.

There's just a couple Cylons
that we didn't account for.

That makes for seven Cylons.

Five here, and two
up at the dish.

Are you absolutely certain about
the two guards at the dish?

I know what I saw.

Maybe there are
only five Cylons.

They just changed
their deployment.

They brought the two

that were guarding the dish
down here.

Now the dish is unprotected.

Gods, Chief, that dish is, like,
almost a click away.

[Tyrol]
So what?

It's unprotected.
We can go take it out.

We don't have to take on
the whole Cylon army.

[loud booms]

What the hell was that?

Sonic booms.

[Tyrol] Spacecraft entering
the upper atmosphere.

It's the SAR mission.
They're here.

They are right up there, Chief.
We gotta go.

There's no time for discussion.

All right, everyone, move out.

It's game time.

We're taking these toasters out

before they kill any more of us.

Cally, I said move.

I can't.

What?

That's an order.

She doesn't have to.

We can just go
take out the dish.

Cally, you have to move.
Cally, this is not a joke. Go.

This is not a game, Cally.
Go.

We have people counting on us.
They're up there, Cally. Move!

Listen to me.

We still have time to double
back and take out the dish.

Shut up for a second.
Cally, Cally. Specialist.

You have your orders.

I need you to go out there
and create a distraction now!

Move! Move!

There were only supposed to be
three Cylons

and now there are five.

How are we supposed
to take on five Cylons?

[Crashdown]
Cally, move.

Frak orders, frak orders.

Our people are up there.
We have to save them.

We don't have any time. Move!

We still have time to double
back and take out the dish.

Chief!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.
Put it down.

Put it down.

You're going out there, Cally.

You're going out there

or I'm gonna blow your brains out.

Right here, right now.

Put it down.

Hey, El-tee.

Easy. Take it easy.

I'm gonna count to three.

This is crazy. This is crazy!

One.

Put it down right now.

[Seelix] Oh, my gods.

Crashdown, listen to me!
Drop your weapon.

Two.

Three.

Fall back! Fall back!

Go!

Now you're a man.

ETA?

Five minutes!

[screams]

Cally! Oh, Cally!

Come on, quick.

Aaah! Doc!

Gimme the launcher!

Gimme the launcher, Doc!

Come on!

Missiles!
There's a battery down there!

Evasive! Break, break, break!

No lock. No lock!
They're not locking on us.

Stay there!

Stay there!

Chief!

Chief!

[screaming]

You're welcome.

Viewing time at the zoo.

Glad to see you hold the
president in such high esteem.

Your day's gonna come,
laughing boy.

Let's go.

[man] No, no. She's not saying anything.

I don't know what to do.

All right, the show is over.
Let's give her some privacy.

Everybody out.

Let's go back to the ward room
and we'll, uh,

talk about the business

of how we proceed from here.

Thank you all for coming.

I have a statement
I'd like to make.

The attempted military coup

against the lawful government
of the Colonies

is illegal, ill-advised,
and clearly doomed to failure.

I have not resigned
the presidency.

And I will fight this action
with everything at my command.

She's crazy. She's nuts.

She thinks she's a prophet
or some such nonsense.

Go ahead and ask her.

Ask her, she'll tell you.

What was it, the, uh...

"The arrow of Apollo
will open the tomb of Artemis,"

or some such nonsense.

Everything I have done
is consistent, logical.

We have found Kobol.

We have found
the city of the gods.

And when we retrieve the arrow,

we will open the tomb of Athena.

And we will find the road
to earth.

Madam President, have you read
the scrolls of Pythia?

Carefully and many times.

And I humbly believe
that I am fulfilling the role

of the leader.

Okay, enough of this nonsense.
Everybody out.

[reporters clamoring]Wait a minute.
Wait a minute!

Sarah, you represent Gemenon.

You know more about
the scrolls and the scriptures

than anybody else here.

Why don't you speak up?

The scrolls tell us
that a dying leader

will lead us to salvation.

She's not dying.
She's crazy.

I am dying.

I have terminal breast cancer.

Dr. Cottle will verify
the diagnosis.

I have a few months to live.

And in that time,

I will lead the people
to salvation.

It is my sole purpose.

Praise be to the gods.

Here is our salvation.

Sergeant of the Guard, remove
these people from the brig

and escort them back
to their shuttle.

[all grumbling]

Thank you, Corporal.

Thank the gods.

It's a hell of
a butchers bill, Chief.

How did Crashdown die?

Leading the charge.

He gave his life in the...

in the finest tradition
of the service.

Yeah. He was a hero.

To the end.

I'm so proud of you Gaius.

Why?

'Cause I've taken a life?

It's what makes you human.

Is it?

Not conscious thought?

Not poetry or art or music,
literature?

Murder.

Murder is my heritage.

Is that the lesson

I'm supposed to pass on
to our child?

Shh.

It'll be all right, Gaius.

Okay, Doctor, we gotta go!
Doctor, come on!

We gotta go.

I'll be your conscience.

Come on, Doctor!
We gotta get outta here!

Come on.

He'll live.

When will he wake up?

Knowing him, when he damn well
wants to, probably.

I really frakked things up
for you, Bill.

The events which took place
aboard Colonial One

are unfortunate.

Laura Roslin's actions in
suborning mutiny and sedition

among the military
could not be tolerated.

Therefore Commander Adama
was left with no choice

other than to remove her
from office.

Miss Roslin is now resting
comfortably

aboard this ship, where she will
remain until such time

as the Commander deems
otherwise.

[murmuring]

As it appears obvious

that the government
cannot function

under the current
circumstances,

I have decided to dissolve
the Quorum of Twelve.

And as of this moment,
I have declared martial law.

[all shouting]

Get those people
the hell off my ship.

Yes, sir.

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