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[Roslin] Previously on
Battlestar Galactica:

We network the FTL computer

with the nav DC
and fire control computers.

Once they're linked,

we'll only need ten minutes
to complete the calculations.

Really, you're going
to outthink the Cylons

in computer software?

Cylons are hacking our network.

Attempting to access
our mainframe.

What the hell was that?

It's the virus, sir.

I think
it must have spawned

copies of itself in some
of the computer systems.

It's knocked out main power
and auxiliary units.

[people yelling]

[gunshot]

I love you, Chief.

[crying]

What do you want
from me, Helo?

She's a Cylon.

[gunshot]

I'm not going
to let you kill her.

Okay, she's carrying
my child.

I have terminal breast cancer.

Dr. Cottle will verify
the diagnosis.

I have a few months to live.

Viper 289,
how are we feeling today?

Oh, great.

Hey, Karl Agathon.

You want to sit in?

Maybe next time.

So he's the Cylon lover.

You know what?

I don't care who or what
he fraks.

He saved my ass down there,
all right?

How could anyone fall in love
with a toaster, though?

[Thrace] Same way I hear

everyone was high-fiving
our Sharon

right before she put two
in Adama's chest.

The bastards frak with your head.

Yeah.

Just ask the Chief.

I knew it.

I need a drink.

[applause]

Ready?

Rested, anyway.

Nothing to do but eat
and sleep in the can.

Hey.

"Unauthorized discharge
of a firearm"?

What a bogus charge.

I know.

They should have
given you a medal

for popping that toaster.

[man]
Hey, Chief.

Chief.

I heard that you went
to bat for me.

Forget it.

I want you to know... Forget it.

I need all the
knuckledraggers I can get.

[Tyrol] Sharon flew 47
missions in this thing.

Still couldn't trap a landing
worth a damn.

Had to bend the undercarriage
back into place

after every landing.

Approaches made her nervous.

She was afraid
you'd be watching.

I usually was.

[Racetrack]
Screw it.

You're folding with three up?

Are you crazy?

Not when you've got me beat.

Prince high red, right?

Been playing with these cards

for so long,
I know every fold.

So life's a bitch.

What do you want to do,
cry about it?

No, I just want it to end, okay?

The bad food,
the endless rotations,

pretending that a card game
is the high point of our day.

It's not going to last forever,
all right?

Earth is out there.

[Racetrack]
Right.

We could all be
chasing our tails

over some half-assed
planetarium show.

And you guys
can all go to hell.

I'm going to go find Helo.

[Racetrack]
Good idea.

Maybe that Cylon whore
taught him a few tricks.

[man]
Hey!

Look, Chief.

I never intended
for Sharon and I to...

you know, it just kind of evolved.

Just a couple
lovesick kids, huh?

I know how she felt
about you, okay?

She loves you.

Did she fill you in
on the rest of the plan?

She and I were going
to muster out

at the end of our service.

You know, then we would
get married.

Maybe we would have children.

I guess I'm just a big
frakkin' idiot, though, huh?

Probably that goddamn
toaster's plan all along.

Don't call her that.

Sucker some moron
into giving her a kid.

Hey, you know,
but you know what?

I should probably
be grateful to you.

Probably be grateful.

You know why?

Because that freak in her belly
could have been mine.

Hey, you okay?

I'm sorry.

Son of a...

That's enough, Chief!

You don't get to call it.

Enough!

Come on,
you damn toaster lover!

I don't even know why
I'm mad at you.

My Sharon's dead.

That thing in the brig,

that isn't Sharon.

Roger, Blue leader.

Say fuel state.

Ah!

What the hell is that?

[Gaeta]
It was us, sir.

But I can't find

a source for the transmission.

Something's triggering
our com system

to broadcast
an automatic signal.

[Tigh]
Which the Cylons could trace

to get a fix on our position.

Let's assume that for now.

Update and distribute
the emergency Jump sites

just in case they show up again.

Dee, get me a...

I'm okay.
I'm okay, sir.

Stay down.

We'll get you up
to Doc Cottle,

make sure everything's okay.

[Tigh] Gaeta, find out what happened.

I'm okay.

Mr. Gaeta.

A power surge
energized the board.

System's been twitchy

ever since the Cylons
infiltrated our network.

Mr. Gaeta, this is more
than a glitch.

[Tigh]
Commander's right.

I don't care if you have to go
through this program

line by line; fix it.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

Sir, I'm running
every diagnostic we've got.

Checking each line of code
could take days.

I am not interested
in excuses.

Fix it!

It's not an excuse, sir.

It's a frakking fact!

[sighs]

Mr. Gaeta.

Yes, sir.

Pull yourself together.

I'm sorry, sir.

What the hell
is his problem?

[Adama]
Months on the run,

and what do we have
to show for it?

Casualties.

Deteriorating conditions.

This crew needs a rest.

[Adama] It's finally hitting
them, that's all.

Our old lives

are gone.

The only thing we have
to look forward to is this.

Hey, Chief,
where's 289?

I need her
for drills today.

Ship's grounded, sir.

What?
For how long?

Permanently.

We're salvaging
what we can,

but it's gone.

Damn it, I need
that ship online.

What can I tell you,
Captain?

Engine mounts are shot.

Cockpits seals are cracked.

If it was a horse,
I'd shoot it.

Got something, Chief.

[Lee]
Come on, Chief.

Work with me here.
I need your help.

What do want me to do,
work my crew to death?

No, just do your best.

Nobody's expecting
any miracles.

Maybe that's the problem.

Frak it. Why not?

What's going on,
Chief?

All right, here's the deal.

We are going to build
a new fighter.

What about the rest
of the ships?

I'm three days backlogged
on repairs as is.

This is strictly
an off-duty project.

Nobody takes one minute away

from regular maintenance
and repairs.

You got it?

You don't think we can do this?

I wouldn't even know how
to begin.

What else is new?

Oh, screw you.

He's talking
about fabricating

a frame, avionics,
life support.

It's frakkin' impossible.

You know what, then?

Forget you.

I don't need you.

[Cally] Chief, wait.

It's not like that.

[Tyrol] I said forget it.

Get back to work.

That's an order.

How much time do I have?

Weeks.

A month at the outside.

Will I be able to work?

Unless the cancer goes
to your brain.

That happens, you...

[gunfire]

Someone's
a tad aggressive.

Just shut up
and shoot.

My gods,
between you and Racetrack,

it's like...
having a conversation

is like walking
through a minefield.

And you're the last person
who should be

lecturing me
about manners.

From what I hear,

you've also been riding Chief Tyrol pretty good.

Impressive.

I just reminded him that
I expect Viper maintenance

to take precedence
over his hobby project.

[Thrace]
Nice!

I'm surprised he didn't take
a swing at you.

Come on, Starbuck.

You don't actually think

that piece of junk's
gonna actually fly, do you?

[laughs]

[gunfire]

50 cubits says
he gets it in the air.

Yeah?

And who's gonna fly it?

It's not gonna be me.

[Hotdog] Don't look at me.

I wasn't looking
at you.

What?

I'll fly it.

I'll fly it.

Me.

Why?

[Thrace]
Because...

while everyone else
is standing around whining...

[Lee]
We're whining?

The Chief is doing
something positive.

I'm deeply moved.

Really?

Honestly, I am.

[Thrace laughs]

[laughter]

His lips are blue.

[whispers]
You look like a blueberry.

There's no oxygen in here.

There's no oxygen
in here.

There's no oxygen.

[laughing]

[gasping]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

I'm out.

Nice shot.

[laughter]

The environmental computer

decided that the firing range
was overpressurized

and started bleeding out air
to compensate.

Two more minutes,
and we'd have been dead.

Power fluctuations,
equipment failures.

Sir, I think I've found
what's causing it.

What is that?

[Baltar]
It's a Cylon logic bomb.

A heuristic computer virus.

It's capable of learning,

evolving, and probably
running in parallel

with every computer
in the ship right now,

just waiting

to be activated.

No doubt left behind
when the Cylons infiltrated

the network
Colonel Tigh set up

the day you were shot, sir.

That was weeks ago.

Why now?

[Gaeta]
Most likely, sir,

it took this long
for it to crack

our encrypted pass codes.

And once that happened,

it started testing its ability
to control our systems...

electrical,

environmental.

How do you kill it?

Well, that's
the tricky part.

If it's a Cylon virus,

it is extremely
difficult to eradicate.

Well, I guess
I'm pretty lucky, then,

'cause I have
an expert on board.

Tell Helo to run this
past our prisoner.

Come on.
Come on.

Son of a bitch.

I got it;
go back to work.

It's a two-man job, Chief.

You want this wing up
or not?

On three.
One, two, three.

Great, great.

Hold it there.

Sir?

We're continuing
to experience

power spikes
and equipment failures

across the ship.

Thank you.

We'd better up
our alert status

and put our damage-control teams
on stand-by.

Not yet.

Have you seen this ship
that the Chief is building?

His imaginary fighter?

I don't need to see it
to know it's a waste of time.

The deck crew doesn't seem
to think so.

We need to focus
on the fleet we've got left,

not get bogged down
in some pipe dream.

We should shut it down.

It may come to that.

But this project,
it's giving them something.

I'm not going
to take that away...

until I have to.

Doc Cottle cleared me.

Feel like hitting something.

Okay.

Don't square up.
Don't square up.

Rotate.

And just drop the knee.

[man over P.A.]
Attention on Galactica.

Power outage reported
on Deck 12.

That's nice.

No.

If you want
to throw them,

I'll be you.

Head in a lock.

Grab the wrist.

Secure the arm.

And I'm just going
to drop the knee,

rotate 45.

Okay.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Just like we did in basic.

Let's bring a live opponent
into the mix.

And strip the knife.

[knocking at door]

Um...

Billy.

Hey.

Hey.

How long
have you been on board?

I just arrived.

[Helo]
Do you have actual memories

of being with the Chief before the Cylon attack?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.
You asked.

Do you still love him?

Helo.

You're the father
of my child.

You're the first
in my heart.

And nothing is ever going
to change that.

All right, we have to get to this.

Dr. Baltar said it's some sort
of Cylon logic bomb.

Can you flip?

Sharon?

Sharon, what's wrong?

Sharon!

I need to talk
to Commander Adama.

Right now.

Why?

It's a Cylon virus,
all right.

It's been learning
your systems,

testing, adapting,
finding weak spots.

For what?

So they can turn Galactica's
systems against you.

Crash you into other ships,
detonate your weapons stores,

suffocate the crews.

What about you, the baby?

I'm a liability to them,

a mistake.

Helo, this logic bomb will run
its course in a matter of hours.

Once it does, the Cylons
will be on top of us.

They're gonna kill us all.

Commander Adama...

Whatever it is you have to say,
make it quick.

Well, I hate to say it,

but you've got
the cockpit too far back.

You're gonna run
into CG problems

when you maneuver.

We're not going for
maneuverability, Captain.

We're going for speed.

Besides, you didn't think
this thing would fly anyway.

Well, it sure
as hell won't

with the cockpit
rammed up its a...

Dee?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Communications, I think.

Chief's great
with the hydraulics,

but this com system's a mess.

Ten hut.

Had to see this
with my own eyes.

Won't be long

before we have
the whole CIC down here.

You working on this
class project too, Apollo?

No, sir.

It's good to see someone has
a little sense.

Where's the Chief,
the tool room?

Ah, getting in
some rack time, sir.

[Tigh] What's this, Chief?

I'm making solvent, sir,

to clean machine parts.

[Tigh]
Solvent my ass.

I know a still
when I smell it.

What the hell
are you up to?

I need booze
to trade for parts.

I'm scrounging most of what
I can from the fleet,

but I need engines.

I know I need
Commander Adama's permission

to cannibalize one
of the wrecks.

Engines or not, we both know

that piece of crap out there
is never going to fly.

I gotta try, Colonel.

What's the point?

Because that ship, the work,

that's all I've got left.

I don't have that, I...

I almost forgot.

I promised the XO
of the Baah Pakal

I'd help him out.

Sir?

He's got some obsolete
DDG-62 engines

taking up space
on his flight deck.

They're probably crap, but I told him

that I would have a crew in there

to haul 'em out as soon as possible.

Glad to be of help, sir.

Good.

Madam President,
your shuttle's ready.

Of course.

Thank you again

for letting me use
your quarters.

Please.

I wanted to return this.

This was a gift.

"Never lend a book,"
I know.

But I've had it
far too long.

It belongs
in your collection.

I'm late
for a Quorum meeting.

Is there a problem?

Our computers have been infected
by a Cylon virus,

corrupting systems
throughout the entire ship.

I've just been notified
that this is a prelude

to an all-out attack
by the Cylons.

I assume you've tried
to disable it.

Mr. Gaeta and the vice president

are handling that right now.

I'm not hopeful.

Commander, I'm not sure
what I can offer you here

besides my moral support.

Actually, Madam President,

I could use your advice.

You want to what?

Completely erase
our computer drives,

cold restart
the entire ship's system,

then restore them
using our prewar backups.

Leaving us with our pants down
until we're back online.

The Commander
will never go for this.

I've already spoken
to him, sir.

What did he say?

He's considering it.

It's the only way
to destroy the virus.

I thought the Commander told you
to stay out of this.

I'm sorry; do you want
to survive this one

or not, Colonel?

All right,
so we calculate a Jump

and get some distance
on these Cylon bastards...

No, sir,
we can't risk a Jump.

All of our systems
are compromised,

including navigation.

The virus could drop us
in the middle of a sun.

We're running out of time;
our signal's going

to catch up
with the Cylon fleet.

If have not come up
with anything before then...

They'll take control
of all of our systems,

and then they'll have
a hundred ways to kill us.

I've just come from seeing
our Cylon prisoner.

She's offering

a possible solution
to the problem.

And you're wondering
if you can trust her.

It took everything I have

not to put my hands
around her throat.

I can't believe

I'm contemplating this.

We both know

the Cylons are experts
at manipulation.

They will do anything

to confuse you.

This is not the one
who shot me.

Can they really be

that different
from one another?

Commander,

if you're asking me
if it's possible

that your judgment's
been clouded

by your history with this particular Cylon model,

well, I'd have to say yes.

But...

we created them.

There's always a chance
we might find common ground.

We need to work quickly.

We're on borrowed time.

Let her go.

Dee, do you still carry

your father's pocket knife?

Give it to her.

Mr. Gaeta, can you set me up
with a fiber-optic com link?

I need broadcast
to all frequencies

and direct link

to the mainframe.

[Adama]
Do it.

[Gaeta]
Sir.

Right here, Sha...

Thanks.

[Gaeta]
Dradis.

Here they come.

Multiple targets.

Bearing 371 carom 552.

Cylon Raiders.

Bastards tracked us,
all right.

Launch Vipers.

[woman] Apollo,
the Raiders are holding.

[man]
Galactica, Apollo.

Raiders are holding formation.

Repeat,
Raiders are holding formation.

[moans]

[Tigh]
I can't believe it.

[Valerii] Okay,
this is how it's going to work.

The Raiders are going
to send a signal

to activate the virus.

It could take a few seconds.

On my mark,
initiate the computer wipe.

Miss the window...

The virus takes over
every system in the ship.

Yeah.

Sometimes you gotta roll
the hard six.

Right, Commander?

What the hell
is she doing?

[Dualla]
They've made contact, sir.

[Gaeta] It's moving too
fast; I can't follow it.

We gotta stop this.

[Adama]
Mr. Gaeta.

Stand by
to execute computer wipe

on my command.

Systems ready, sir.

Wipe the hard drives now.

Do it.

[Starbuck]
My gods, what are they doing?

[Tigh]
Weapons are still offline.

No dradis.
Systems down.

We're looking
at a godsdamned bloodbath.

We're defenseless.

[Constanza]
Apollo, Hotdog.

Here they come!

[Lee]
All right, copy, Hotdog.

Gods, there must be
hundreds of them.

Cylons are still moving in.

She set us up!

Give me your sidearm.

If they're coming for you,

they're gonna be very
disappointed.

Do it.

What are you waiting for?

This.

[Tigh]
What the hell?

[Gaeta]
We just transmitted

a signal.

Uh, Galactica?

They... they seem
to have lost power.

They're drifting out of control!

What the hell?

Cylons sent a computer virus.

But we just sent one back.

Apollo, this is Galactica.

Kill the bastards.

Yeah!

Come on, baby.

Roger that.

Vipers, weapons free.

Engage.

This... this is payback.

[Lee]
Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo!

Yeah!

How do you like that?

You seeing this?

Got this toaster padlocked.

Come on!

[laughs]

I got another
where that one came from!

[Thrace]
Guys, clean 'em up!

Come on; let's go.

Officers.

Take this thing back
to its cell.

There you go, Chief.

Nice to be small, huh?

Ship's got more
than one engine.

[man]
Get to it.

[Thrace]
We are so damn close.

There has got to be
some extra metal lying around

that we can use
to skin this thing.

Floorboards,
extra bulkheads, something.

Most of it's ticketed
for Viper repair.

Damn.

[Agathon]
Who says you need metal?

Carbon composite.

Good call,
Helo.

It's going to be hard as hell
to see on dradis,

but the question is,
will it fly?

Just watch me.

Instruments...

in the green.

Fuel pressure...

nominal.

[Dualla]
Apollo, Starbuck.

Blackbirdflight is cleared
for launch.

Run-up.

Oh, don't blow up on me,
you bastard.

[Dualla]
Blackbird is away.

[Lee]
Hey!

Hey.

Will you take it easy?

Start slow.

You're testing the ship.

It's not about the pilot
showing off.

Gods damn it, what is this?

What are you trying to prove?

I'm not trying
to prove anything.

You've got to be kidding me.

Whoo!

Oh, lords.

Okay.

Let's see what this baby can do.

[yells]

[Lee]
Starbuck, where are you?

Starbuck, do you hear me?

Starbuck!

She's gone.

Galactica, Apollo,
I've lost her.

I've lost her.

[Dualla]
No dradis contact.

[Lee] Starbuck,
Starbuck, where are you?

Starbuck, come in.

Starbuck, do you read?

Kara, are you okay?

Of course you lost contact.

It's a damned stealth ship,
remember?

Oh, you...

[Thrace laughs]

[applause]

[man]
Commander on deck.

As you were.

Chief Tyrol?

This is the Blackbird.

Yes,
ma'am.

Madam President,
this is an honor.

No,
the honor's mine.

It's remarkable.

Just a ship, ma'am.

[Roslin]
Oh, you're much too modest.

After what we've been through,

it would be very easy
to give up, to lose hope.

But not here.

Not today.

This is more
than a ship, Chief.

This is an act of faith.

It is proof
that despite all we've lost,

we keep trying.

And we will get through this,
all of us, together.

I promise.

Commander.

Uh, Madam President.

Mmm.

This was supposed
to be a surprise,

but, well...

Thank you.

If you'll do us
the honors,

Madam President.

Oh.

Okay.

Whoa!

[laughter]

Kidding.

pop!

[applause]

Hell of an idea,
using carbon composites.

[Duck] It was a good job.

Nice work.

That was lovely.

They wanted
to do that for you.

Thank you.

None of this
would have been possible

if you hadn't trusted
the Cylon.

I took your advice,
met on common ground.

What was that?

We both wanted to live.

This one make your jaw drop

Lets ja...