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[Adama] Previously on
Battlestar Galactica:

[Lee] Gives me the creeps,
seeing him acting like that with her.

How could one of us get
that roped-in by one of them?

[Agathon]
Look, Chief,

I know how she felt about you.

She loved you.

You know what?

I should probably
be grateful to you,

because that freak in her belly
could have been mine.

Do you have actual memories
of being with the Chief

before the Cylon attack?

You're the father
of my child.

You're the first
in my heart.

And nothing is ever going
to change that.

All right, here's the deal:

we are going to build
a new fighter.

Blackbird test flight
cleared for launch.

[Lee] Galactica,
Apollo, I've lost her.

[Thrace]
Of course you lost contact.

It's a damn stealth ship,
remember?

[Gaeta] Action stations,
action stations.

Set condition one
throughout the ship.

This is not a drill.

Repeat: action stations,
action stations.

[Adama]
Well, Madam President,

looks like you picked
a hell of a day for a visit.

This is the Commander.

Sitrep.

Bogey just Jumped
into dradis range CBDR.

From the size of it,
it's probably a Cylon baseship.

CAP's on its way
to intercept it.

[Adama over telephone] Alert
the fleet to an emergency Jump.

I'm on my way
with the President.

Galactica, Apollo, I'm outbound
on course to the base star,

Kat alongside me.

I estimate one minute
till intercept.

[Dualla over intercom]
Roger that, Apollo.

Be advised,
alert fighters have launched

and will take station
on your six in three minutes.

Sitrep.

Alert fighters
have launched.

New dradis contact,
they're launching raiders.

How long till we Jump?

Another two minutes.

Sir... sir, I'm getting
Colonial transponders.

Colonial?

Hell, now they're using
our own signals against us.

Maybe.

Weapons hold.

Hold the Jump too.

Something up your sleeve,
I take it?

All ships, Galactica,
hold Jump.

Say again, hold Jump.

Ship to ship,
Colonial priority one channel.

Send hostile challenge and ID.

Then put your reply
up on the speakers.

[Dualla] Attention, unknown vessel:

this is the Battlestar
Galactica.

Identify yourself,
or we will fire upon you.

Range now 1,700, sir.

[man over intercom]
This is the Battlestar Pegasus

to the ship claiming
to be the Galactica.

Please respond.

Pegasus, how could that be?

The entire fleet was destroyed.

Give me direct contact.

Pegasus,
this is Galactica Actual.

Authenticate identity with
recognition codes immediately.

Sir, I'm receiving
Colonial recognition codes.

They're authentic.

[woman over intercom] Galactica,
this is Pegasus Actual.

Adama, is that you?

Admiral Cain.

What a pleasure
to hear your voice.

Disengage.

Red Team, disengage.

Red Team, disengage.

Commander,

I don't know what to say.

This is a miracle.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

Step down to condition one
throughout the fleet.

[Lee over intercom]
Galactica, Apollo,

you are not going to believe
what I'm looking at out here.

It's like a dream.

[laughs]

It is a dream.

PegasusRaptor 861, Galactica.

Skids down, mag secure.

Welcome aboard, Admiral.

Get into ranks,
people!

Look sharp.

This isn't recess.

Come on,
the landing party's here.

Dress and cover.

Nice of you
to show up.

Couldn't get here
too early.

[Tigh]
Group!

Attention!

Admiral Cain,

welcome aboard
the Galactica.

Commander Adama,

it's an honor.

Allow me to present to you
the President of the Colonies,

Laura Roslin.

It's a long story.

Welcome.

Madam President.

Pleasure.

On behalf of the officers
and the crew of the Pegasus,

it's a pleasure to see
all of you.

Welcome back
to the Colonial Fleet.

[all cheering]

Captain Taylor.
Kara Thrace.

Captain Taylor.

Admiral, I'm fairly burning
with questions.

I hope you don't mind
if I just dive in.

Please.

How did you find us?

Well, we were tracking
a Cylon fleet.

We were trying to
predict their movements,

which seemed rather random,
initially,

until we realized that they were

just Jumping to systems
with natural resources.

So we began to scout
those systems ourselves,

hoping to carry out hit-and-run
attacks on their fleet.

But instead of finding
the Cylons, we found you.

So you've been attacking
their fleet?

Well, you know what they say
about the best defense.

Hmm.

How did you avoid
the initial Cylon attack

on the Colonies?

I'll have another,
if you don't mind.

Galactica's
finest.

Ahh.

[chuckles]

That beats the hell
out of the nickel tour.

Thank you.

I figure if you've seen
one old battlestar,

you've seen them all.

Yeah, well,
she's an old one.

I can't believe the Cylons
didn't kick your ass

up one side and down the other
in this bucket.

Sorry.

And just for that...

you have to skip this round.

[both laugh]

We were docking
at Scorpion Fleet Shipyard.

We were getting ready to go in
for a three-month overhaul.

Most of the crew
was getting ready

for extended shore leave
and family reunions.

XO had the deck.

I was down
in my quarters,

wrapping up some paperwork,

and getting ready to pack up
and go home to Tauron.

And that's when
the Cylons attacked.

They hit the shipyard with three, maybe four nukes.

Five ships,
two of them battlestars,

they were destroyed right there.

By the time
I got back to CIC,

I discovered
that I'd lost over 700 men.

My gods.

We were completely
defenseless.

So I ordered
a Jump.

To where?

Wherever.

Nowhere.

Just Jump.

[Adama]
Blind Jump.

You could've ended up
anywhere.

Gutsy call.

Desperate move.

Didn't see any other choice.

Well, I'm sure you have
quite a story to tell yourself.

But I won't make you
go through it

right this very minute.

You can send over
your logs

when you get the chance.

Yes, sir.

Something wrong?

No.

I sometimes forget

about the rules
of military protocol.

Admiral Cain is
my superior officer.

She will take
complete command

of the entire fleet.

I was wondering how
to broach that topic.

Trust me when I say that while
the chain of command is strict,

it is not
heartless,

and neither am I.

This is your ship,

and I have no desire
to interfere

with Galactica's
internal affairs.

I appreciate it, Admiral.

Madam President, you look like
I just shot your dog.

No, it's just...

it's just the Commander and I,
we've been through a lot.

Excuse me.

Madam President?

If you'll both
excuse me.

Admiral, I can't tell you
how grateful we are

to have you here.

Thank you for finding us.

Madam President.

The Secretary of Education?

She's come a long way.

I'm sure.

Tell me about
Admiral Cain.

Officer's discretion?

Of course.

We were going after
what we thought was

a little Cylon comm relay.

Easy target, right?

Turns out it wasn't
a comm relay at all.

It was a staging area

full of 15 squadrons
of Raiders.

Whoa.

Admiral Cain ordered our XO
to attack.

Those two were real close.

He had served
with her for years.

But here's the thing...

he refused the order.

Admiral Cain, we have a Cylon
prisoner aboard this ship.

Really?

We have one
on ours as well.

Ours has proven to be

an excellent source
of intelligence.

She's been very cooperative.

Vice President, Dr. Baltar,
has been working with her.

[Tigh]
What'd she do?

She asked for his gun,

shot him in the head with it
in front of the whole crew.

And then she turned to me.

What did you do?

Well, I ordered
the frakkin' attack.

What do you think I did?

[laughs]

No, no, I'm just joking.

I'm just kidding,
you know, huh?

[laughing]

It gives me no pleasure
to have to take command, Bill.

I want you to know that.

Don't give it
a moment's thought, Admiral.

I fly one
of the Raptors.

Is this a scorecard?

You guys put scorecards
on the side of your ships?

Like you don't keep score.

You don't see me
painting them on the side

like I'm bragging
to the whole frakking universe.

That's 48 kills
right there.

Special.

Do you have caps
and T-shirts too?

[laughter]

Where's the Galactica CAG?

Right here.

Let's hear the run-down on this
squadron of yours, Captain.

I see you don't
keep track of your kills.

You should start...
encourages morale,

gets competition going,
esprit de corps.

Well, that's
one philosophy.

It's Admiral Cain's
philosophy.

That means it's
your philosophy now, Captain.

The name of my Commander
is Adama,

which should be
pretty easy to remember,

because it's my name.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind,
daddy's boy.

Let's see
your ordnance lists.

[Baltar] They made me
head of the Cylon branch.

And my main focus
is on Cylon detection.

We have our own
Cylon prisoner.

I'd like you to examine it
as soon as possible.

See if you can glean
anything from it.

I wonder who the Cylon
will turn out to be.

Stranger,
familiar face,

trusted friend who suddenly
turns out to be the enemy?

Did you hear
what I just said?

Yes, yes.
And I'd be really...

I'd be very happy
to examine the prisoner.

Commander.

Admiral.

Admiral, I am so sorry.

That is one ugly baby.

Excuse me?

You mind if I
take a look around?

I'm Laird, PegasusDeck Chief.

Oh, hey.

Yeah. Tyrol.

Thanks for sending over
these parts.

Yeah, look at
whatever you like.

DDG-62s.

I'll be.

I designed these engines.

I thought they phased them out
over ten years ago.

You're an aeronautical
engineer?

Yeah, I was.

Then the war happened

and I got drafted into being
Deck Chief on Pegasus.

So you're really
a civilian?

How'd that happen?

I was on the Scylla, and we got
picked up by the Pegasus.

Things happened.

Mind if I crawl around
inside here?

I heard you
designed this yourself.

I'd love to see
how you did it.

Yeah, go ahead.

Pegasushas been
resupplying Galactica

from its own reserve,
for military operations.

Which I completely support,

but when will
some of these supplies

start getting out
to the Fleet?

Well, Admiral Cain
has assured me

that those supplies
are on their way.

Well, at least she's taking
your phone calls.

I can't even get her
to answer mine.

I'll bring it
to her attention.

How are you doing
with all this?

She outranks me.

It's as simple as that.

You know, if President Adar
stepped off that Raptor,

I'd be elated,

grateful to have someone
take over.

And yet...

I don't want to go
to the "And yet" part.

I've been taking orders
my entire career.

This is no different.

Well, then, Commander,
thank you.

We would appreciate all the help
you can give us.

You shall receive it.

Sounds like you were
both drunk.

[Tigh] No question.

But he wasn't lying;
I can tell you that right now.

Well, I hope you won't
jump to conclusions.

Wait for all the facts.

Context matters.

Context?

That woman shot an officer
right in front of the crew.

We shot down
an entire civilian transport

with over a thousand people
on board.

Says so right there.

That was completely different.

And we don't know there were
people on that ship.

Which is why I hope
the Admiral

reads the complete log
and understands the context.

We should ask Admiral Cain
for her logs,

just so we can put her
in context.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Don't get too close.

It killed seven of my crew.

Do you want my guards to come in with you?

Feeling scared, Gaius?

Want the big, bad soldiers

to protect you from the mean
old Cylon prisoner?

No, I think we'll be
just fine.

Thank you.

[shuddering]
Oh, my God.

My God, Gaius, it's me.

Look what
they've done to her.

Open the door,
now, please.

She must have struggled.

She must have
fought back.

That doesn't justify this.

Stop it.

Hello?

Hello, can you hear me?

She's obviously been abused,
tortured.

Yes.

But there's no obvious sign
of head trauma.

Voluntary eye movement

suggests conscious thought.

Can't you stop being
a scientist for one moment

and look at the abused woman
lying there in front of you?

Now, listen,

I know this must be
very difficult for you.

Don't patronize me.

I'm not patronizing you.

I'm trying to reason with you.

If I'm going to help her,
I have to understand her first.

Will you help her, Gaius?

I will do everything I can.

After all,
she is remarkably similar

to someone I care
about a great deal.

I think it would be best

if you left us alone
for a time.

It suffered
no serious head injuries

therefore no physical damage
to its neural pathways

or cognitive
reasoning centers.

But it's quite
clearly traumatized,

which would suggest
that its current condition

is psychological in nature.

Had you thought of that?

No.

It shows that
the Cylon consciousness

is just as susceptible
to the same pressures

and cleavages
as the human psyche.

It can be manipulated
in the same fashion.

Simply put, Admiral,

you have already
used the stick.

It's time to use a carrot.

Please give the doctor
whatever he needs.

Aye, sir.

Commander, having read
your logs,

it appears that you have
been through quite an ordeal.

We've had our moments.

Well, you did
yourselves proud.

Thank you, Admiral.

As I told you,

we were tracking a Cylon Fleet
when we found Galactica.

And now that
I've had a chance to compare

their route
to your ship's logs,

it's quite clear that they've been following you.

Our recon so far

tells us that the fleet
is composed of two base ships,

about a dozen
or so support ships

and one large vessel

that we are still unable
to identify.

It's this large ship here
that I'm interested in.

What's its function?

Is it a command
and control ship?

A Raider factory?

Possibly.

Whatever it is,
the Cylons are protecting it.

That's what I'd call
a tempting target.

Hmm.

And here I was getting ready
to do a whole song and dance

about combining resources
for a joint strike mission.

Any chance of hitting
the Cylons where it hurts...

my pleasure.

I'll have Apollo coordinate
with your CAG.

Which leads me
to the next subject, Commander.

I'm going to integrate
the crews.

And I'm starting
by reassigning Captain Adama

to the Pegasusair wing.

I have a team
that works very well together.

Let's just cut through it,
shall we?

After reviewing your logs,

it is my judgment that having
your son as Galactica CAG

has been a grave mistake.

He's been insubordinate,

even mutinous,

and these are direct quotes
from your logs, by the way.

And I dare say
he's not the only one

with disciplinary problems.

There's a Kara Thrace

who habitually strikes
fellow officers

and disobeys orders.

This Lieutenant Agathon
has fraternized with

and evidently impregnated
an enemy agent.

Let's not even discuss
your XO.

So...

There is a complete list
of the transfers.

I thought you said
you had no desire

to interfere with my command.

I'm saving your command,
Bill.

You're way too close
to these officers,

and it's blinding you
to their weaknesses

and to the damage
that they're doing

to unit cohesion
and to morale.

I don't agree.

Well, that is certainly
your right.

You have your orders.

Transfer to Pegasus?

Why the frak
should we do that?

Because those are your orders.

We can't just let her
come over here...

That's a load of crap!

[both shouting]

That's enough!

You're officers.

Act like it.

She's given you
an order.

You will carry it out.

Permission
to speak freely?

You may not.

We've all gotten used
to bending the rules,

having our way,
letting things slide.

Well, that's over.

You wear the uniform;

you will accept the rules
that go with it.

You've been transferred.

Pack your gear
and report to the PegasusCAG.

Dismissed.

[pounds on podium]

This is
a photo recon mission.

We are interested
in one Cylon ship in particular

which is larger than anything
we've encountered before.

Analysis to date

suggests they will be in this star system next.

We will hide behind this moon,

which has an abnormally large magnetotail

and will mask our dradis signatures.

We'll power down,

hide near the surface,
wait for the fleet to pass by.

Starbuck?

You have something to add?

Your plan sucks.

And the Cylons aren't stupid.

That moon's a blind spot.

They'll never go near it.

You really want
to get close?

You got to use the stealth ship
we constructed aboard Galactica.

The homemade tin can?

That's enough.

Starbuck,

you're off
this mission.

Whiplash, Thumper get
your optical gear ready.

Apollo, you'll pilot
the Raptor with me.

Your jacket says you
qualified in one.

Remember how to fly it?

Yes, sir.

Good.
Dismissed.

They expect us
to take this lying down?

Now you're driving
a frakking Raptor.

It's humiliating.

A surveillance
package?

Go get the Blackbird.

Take some pretty pictures
of our Cylon ship.

Copy that.

[cheering]

Cheers,
everybody.

Chief, where's the Blackbird?

Oh, Lieutenant Thrace
took it out.

She said Admiral Cain
ordered a performance check-out.

What?

Hey, Chief.

Deserve a frakking medal.

We haven't seen booze
for months.

This place is a frakking party.

I heard you guys even
got yourselves a Cylon.

Heard she's a hot one too.

Like to get me some
of that Cylon stuff, huh?

A little of the oh-yeah,
oh-yeah.

[laughter]

[Tyrol] That's enough, guys.

Just shut up.

Ohh, sensitive.

You got a soft spot

for the little robot girl, do you?

Who the hell are you?

[Vireem]
You remember when Thorne

put that "Please disturb" sign
up on the brig?

I got in line twice.

[Vireem]
Oh, I hear that.

Remember she was
just laying there,

like, with that blank look
on her face.

[Cally]
Do you mind?

Ooh, frisky.

That hurts.

What is the function
of this ship?

I don't know.

Here, take a closer look.

What makes it
so important?

Why would two basestars
be tasked to protect it?

[gasping]
I don't...

[coughing]

I don't know.

Think Thorne'll give us
a chance at this one too?

[Vireem] Nah, I heard him say he's going

to have to break her in
a little first.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Not here, not here.

Who the hell's this Thorne?

Lieutenant Thorne, sir,
Cylon interrogator.

Rides 'em hard
and keeps 'em talkin'.

Your little robot girl
is in for quite a ride.

Yee-ha!

No, no, no, no.
No.

Think about it.

We need to go.

[crying]
What the frak?

Okay... no!

Move; move; move; move.

Get out of the way!

Move; move; move; move.

Get out of the way!

[screaming]

[Sharon crying]
No!

Get off her!

[guard] Freeze!

Freeze!

Don't either
of you frakking move!

Don't move!

Don't either
of you frakking move!

Don't move.

Get down. Get down!

On your knees,
hands behind your head.

Now!

Hands behind
your head.

Do it now.

Do it!

[crying]

He's dead.

Pegasus, Raptor 923.

We've cleared Galactica and are en route with prisoners

and the body of Lieutenant Thorne.

[Adama over telephone]
The assault happened here.

They should face
court-martial on Galactica.

Commander, I am the senior
convening authority present,

and they will be tried

onPegasus.

They're my men.

One of my men is dead.

Fine.

We both have strong feelings

about the case

that only underlines
the need

for an impartial trial.

Oh, you mean
an independent tribunal?

Because according to your logs, Commander,

you dissolved
an independent tribunal

when you didn't like
the verdict.

And if I'm not mistaken,

Chief Tyrol
was on trial there as well.

That was a different time.

Yes, indeed it was.

I'll be in touch, Commander.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, get out.

The food is yours.

It's not a trick.

I'm not going to take it away
at the last second.

You know, I... um... I'm just
going to talk right now.

I don't expect you
to say anything.

Back on Caprica,
before the attack...

and sometimes I forget there was
a world before the attack...

I knew someone...
a woman

unlike any other woman
I'd ever known.

She was unique...

beautiful, clever,
intensely sensual.

When she wasn't in my bed,
she was in my thoughts.

She was a Cylon.

And she changed my life

in a very real,
very fundamental way

in that I have quite literally

never stopped
thinking about her,

because I love her.

To this very day,
I love her.

And she looks
exactly like you.

My name is Gaius Baltar,
and I'm here to help you.

[crying]

Check me on these
Jump coordinates.

Sorry.

Jump coordinates
verified.

You seem a little distracted,
Captain.

Something I should
know about?

Two of my friends
just got arrested

and charged with treason.

I suggest you file that under,
"Not your problem."

We have a recon mission to perform.

I need your head in the game.

Right.

Pegasus, Blue Team,

Jump coordinates
set and verified.

Ready to FTL.

We will Jump
in ten minutes.

On my mark... mark.

[Cally]
Any word on the Chief, sir?

He's going to have
to stand trial.

He's a good man, sir.

I know.
I'll do everything...

[man over P.A.] Commander
Adama, contact the CIC, ASAP.

Adama.

I just talked to Fisk.

Court-martial's over.

Over?

When did it start?

I don't know, but they've been
found guilty on all counts.

She's going to execute them both
for murder and treason.

I want a Marine strike team
in a Raptor in five minutes.

Prepare to launch
alert fighters.

You have work
to do.

Sir.

[Dualla]
Pegasus, Galactica,

please secure a channel.

Commander Adama would like to speak to Admiral Cain.

Go ahead, sir.

You told me they'd get
a fair trial.

What kind of a trial could
they have possibly had?

[Cain over telephone]
I assure you I heard them out.

I weighed their statements
against those of the guards,

and I took into consideration
their service records

and commendations.

It was a difficult decision,
Commander,

but I dare say
it was a fair one.

They have the right to have
their case heard by a jury.

I am a flag officer
on detached service

during a time of war.

Regulations give me
broad authority in this matter.

Launch the fighters.

You can quote me
whatever regulation you'd like.

I'm not not going to let you
execute my men.

I highly suggest you reconsider
that statement, Commander.

[Fisk] Admiral,
Galactica is launching Vipers

and a Raptor.

Commander,
why are you launching Vipers?

Please arrange for Chief Tyrol

and Lieutenant Agathon
to be handed over

to my Marines
as soon as they arrive.

I don't take orders from you.

Call it whatever you like.

I'm getting my men.

You are making such a mistake.

I'm getting my men.

Action stations.

Admiral, this will spiral
out of control fast.

Launch the alert Vipers.

Adama has taken us
over the line.

He's left me with no choice.

Launch the alert Vipers.

- Here is the good one watch me
- What?

Football!