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[eerie instrumental music]

♪

[man] Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

Major Fisk is the new
Pegasus commander.

The Cylon's fetus
contains no antigens.

That makes it
a universal donor.

You're saying you found a cure
for the president's cancer?

Yes.

[Roslin] I've got ships on half rations.

When will some of these supplies
start getting out to the fleets?

Target's FTL is history,
she's all yours.

[explosion]

He's all right.

I say again,
Apollo is all right.

Let's just be glad that we both
came back alive, all right?

That's just it, Kara.

I didn't want to
make it back alive.

You're not going to shoot.

You're not like me.

Hey, hey.

Hey, don't go.

Sorry.

I though you were
still asleep.

You should have kicked me
out of bed an hour ago.

If I hold up Galactica's
Raptor, Tigh'll have my ass.

Which me both know
currently belongs to me.

All right, let's move on
to the the next item...

Oh, no, gentlemen.

Please, don't get up.

After the last few weeks,

it just feels good to be
on my feet, thank you.

You've made a remarkable
recovery, Madame President.

Remarkable, indeed.

But, now I'm playing catch-up,

and I'm afraid during
my illness I lost focus.

I let some things slide.

That's behind us now.

Yes, it is.

To the point...
supplies are running low

and the people are worried.

Well, they wouldn't
be civilians

if they didn't have
somethingto bitch about.

[Roslin] Well, I think that in
this case, they're entitled.

Our inventory levels are tight,
but they're not critical.

But all the way
across the fleet,

people are reporting
shortages of essential goods

and what they do get
comes at a high price.

They're turning
to the black market.

Last week, one of my aides
came down with pneumonia.

Billy had to trade liquor
to get the antibiotics.

It's the nature
of the beast.

People want what they want.

[Roslin] A few trades would
be one thing, Commander Fisk,

that's reality.

But, I'm talking about criminals
making outrageous demands

on the people,
so bottom line is,

I'm implementing a new
fleet-wide trade policy.

We need to be in control of our supply chain,

not black market thugs.

I am hoping that I can have
the military's support on this.

[Fisk]
Admiral.

If you want Pegasus
to run these dogs down,

you just give us the word.

Our people will do whatever it
takes to get this under control.

And it's good to have you back,

Madame President.

It's good to be back,
thank you, Admiral.

Gentlemen, thank you.

Is Madame President always
so "right in your face"?

Her last-minute resurrection

seems to have
invigorated her somewhat.

Yeah, well,
maybe too much.

She doesn't really think her
made-up plans and regulations

are going to change
anything, does she?

As if we don't have enough to do.
Hmm.

No, Madame President sets
a great prestige by her office

and Adama supports her,
at least for the moment.

Well then, so do I,
just for the moment.

By the way, did you get
the cigars I sent over?

I not only got them,
I enjoyed them, as well.

Oh, my pleasure,
Mr. Vice President.

Well, I've got
a ship to run.

Look forward
to our next visit.

As do I.

[Shevon]
I got them from a friend.

Paya!

[Shevon]
Hey, sweetie.

Wow, you seem to get an inch
taller every time I see you.

What, I don't get
my handshake?

Well, it's okay Paya.

I have a special
surprise for you.

And it's in here.

You wanna come see?

What's he got?

Come on.

What have we got?

[gasps]

Oh, Paya!

I've never been
great with kids.

Maybe next time I'll get
one with, uh, two eyes.

[laughing]

See if I can trade her
for something else.

No, it's okay.

You just surprised her.

Well.

Well, um.

Look, I'm not sure when
I'll be able to make it back.

I know.

Oh.

Um.

I'm gonna have to ask
for an extra hundred

since you spent the night.

Hmm.

[click of metal]

Well, I wondered when
you were going to show up.

[gurgling]

[mysterious musical chanting]

♪

[man over wireless]
Raptor one-two-niner.

You are cleared into the break.

[Racetrack] Galactica, Raptor one-two-niner has the ball.

Inbound speed two-two-zero.

Admiral, Colonel,
I'm just getting started,

but from the looks of him,
I'd say he was garroted.

Gods.

[Tigh] This is the
last thing we needed.

Admiral, you might want
to take a look at this.

Looks like our friend,
Fisk, hit the jackpot.

Cubit?

Find anything else,
let me know right away.

If I find anything else,
I may retire early.

Someone's sending us
a message.

Or running us in circles.

Maybe there's another
Cylon in the fleet.

I almost prefer that
to the alternative.

We start killing our own,

all they have to do
is sit back and watch.

Fisk.

Do we have any idea
who did it?

No.

But we will do
a full investigation

and I want you to lead it.

Don't you think
it would be better

if someone from Pegasus
dealt with this?

Even though Cain's gone,
her influence lingers.

I need someone I can trust.

You know, there were times

when that was
in short supply between us.

We've both been through
an awful lot, son.

And I hope that we've
grown stronger for it.

I need your help.

I'll call up a flight
to Pegasus right away.

Anyone else been inside?

Just the medical team, sir.

[man] No one's allowed in.

[Baltar] What?

Do you know who I am?

I am the Vice President of the Colonies, let me in!

Captain Adama.

Commander Fisk didn't
tell me you were invited.

Let him in.

They were going to let me in.

[Baltar] Oh, my gods!

What's going on in here?

Where's Fisk?

On a slab in Galactica's morgue.

What, he's dead?

Isn't this your brand?

[Number Six]
Careful, Gaius.

You've bought yourself
some good will

by saving Roslin.

But it's fading.

Their old suspicions
are re-emerging.

What are you doing here?

Captain.

I was about to ask you
the same thing.

Wait a minute.

Are you interrogating me?

I'm not sure I appreciate
your tone.

This isn't
a diplomatic exercise.

A man was butchered.

His head was practically severed from his body

with piano wire.

[Number Six] You're vice
president of the fleet.

Why are you acting like a child

with your hand in
the cookie jar, hmm?

Wonder what she would say

if she saw you like this.

You know I can't believe
it's even necessary

for me to explain
myself to you.

But obviously, no,
I had nothing to do

with Commander Fisk's death.

For the record,
I just came here

to discuss President Roslin's
new trade policy.

Oh, I-I thought
that was settled.

No, uh, Commander Fisk
had some reservations.

I'll bet.

And as the Vice President,
I decided to assuage his doubts.

Of my own free will.

Is that sufficient?

Or would you like me
to provide you with an alibi?

I'm sure I can
rustle one up.

Enjoy the cigars.

Escort the Vice President
to his ship.

The wireless is going crazy.

Word of Fisk's murder has spread
out through the entire fleet.

When we lose
a command officer

aboard a warship

people are going to be concerned
about their security.

Crew can fall apart when
their commander is killed.

Pegasus lost two
in a matter of weeks.

Maybe, this time,
they were lucky.

His personal log shows that

he was rerouting
supply runs,

on- and off-loading freighters
without command authorization.

He raided the McConnell,

and at least a dozen
other ships in the last week.

I also found a small warehouse
of high value merchandise

in his quarters.

He was working
the black market.

Well, half the fleet's
working it.

Fisk was getting greedy.

If he crossed one of
his suppliers on a deal,

that would explain
the cubits that Cottle found.

Still doesn't
tell us who did it.

Well, he's going
to need trading partners.

And they wouldn't
be hard to find,

even on Galactica.

Lee.

I'm scared.

Paya's cough keeps
getting worse.

I'll bring her something
on my next trip.

Which could be weeks if
there's another Cylon attack.

I keep hearing about shortages
on the other ships.

People trading anything they
can for food and for medicine.

Really?

Have you seen all
the new working girls outside?

Lee, when your baby's crying
because it's hungry,

you'll do anything
to make it stop.

Hey.

Come here.

[Paya, coughing] Mommy.

[sighs]

[knocking]

Captain.

What do you want?

Is your wife around,
Colonel?

No.

Why?

Is this hers?

Oh, yeah.

She lost it
a couple weeks ago.

Where the hell
did you find it?

On Pegasus.

Hmm.

In Commander Fisk's quarters.

[coughing]

She's burning up.

[Lee] What did they
say at the infirmary?

Antibiotics have all
been rationed out.

They said they might have something

by the end of the week.

[Paya coughing]

We got shortages
across the fleet.

People begging for scraps.

Somehow, you and Mrs. Tigh
have fresh fruit, real liquor...

All right,
what the hell is this about?

You must have known
she was trading with Fisk.

Or maybe I'll talk to her.

She didn't give it
to Fisk, I did.

I traded it
for a few necessities,

a couple of things to help her
get by, big frakkin' deal.

There's nothing
illegal about that.

Not yet.

Don't you play
"holier than thou" with me.

I haven't done anything

that most people on this ship haven't done.

Including you.

Doesn't make us right, Colonel,

just a whole lot
of people wrong.

[hard breathing]

You didn't make it
to class today.

Yeah, I been pretty jammed up.

Anyway, I'm not
sure you need me

holding your hand anymore.

Is that what
you were doing?

Holding my hand?

I meant it
as a compliment.

Permission
to speak frankly, sir?

You don't need my permission
and you don't need the "sir."

Maybe that's the problem.

I don't really know
what to think anymore.

So, I'll just ask.

Is this going somewhere?

Dee... Please don't pretend

like you don't know
what I'm talking about.

You know our time
together, our workouts.

Something's changed between us.

I'm just not sure
what you want me to say.

Then don't say anything.

[woman over wireless]
Communications paging Captain Adama.

You have a priority
ship-to-ship call, Cloud Nine.

Captain Adama here.

[knocking] Shevon.

Shevon, it's me.

[crying]

Shevon! Mommy!

Oh, my gods!

What did they do?

They said they knew
about you and me.

They wanted to know what
we'd been talking about.

[crying] I don't
understand why they'd care.

All right, get what you need.

I'm taking you and Paya
back to Galactica.

Lee, wait.

It's the only place
I can keep you safe.

What are you going
to tell them about us?

I'm not fooling myself.

I know what this is.

[Shevon]
Lee!

[Lee] Ahh! Ahh!

Ahhh.

[shattering]

Ahh!

[gurgling]

Get away from us!

Ahh!

[gurgling]

You listening?

I hear any more
talk about Fisk,

I'm going send your whore
back to you piece... by piece.

And then I'm going start
with the little girl.

I know who you are.

I know whose son you are.

And I don't care.

You tell Adama to let it go.

Is that when you knew
that you loved her?

I thought so.

[Shevon] But you hurt her.

[Lee] Yes.

[groaning]

Ohh.

This is Captain Adama.

I need a medic and a security
team on L deck, ASAP.

You wanted to see me,
Madame President?

Yes.

Thank you for coming, Doctor.

Have a seat.

Would you like some tea?

I'd love one.

You know, I'm never quite
sure where we stand

with each other, Doctor.

Why do you think that is?

I can't imagine why.

I've never had anything
but the utmost respect for you,

and your office.

I understand that you and
Commander Fisk planned to meet

just prior to his death.

Um.

As I have already explained
to Captain Adama,

Commander Fisk had several
lingering concerns

about your new trade policy.

What can I say?

And that's it?

[Number Six]
Gaius, she's afraid of you.

Why...

are you asking me this?

You saved my life.

And I'm grateful.

[Roslin] But I sense that
there is some unease in you

about assuming
the presidency,

and I'd like to
offer you an out.

You what?

Resign.

Return to your scientific
work on Galactica.

No one will question
your motives.

You can consider it
a second chance,

like the one you gave me.

Charming.

Doctor.

This is a one-time offer.

I suggest you reconsider.

You know,
Madame President,

I've never been particularly
interested in politics.

I never wanted any
lofty position of power.

I never wanted to be the vice president.

That is, until this very moment.

Because right now, I can't
think of anything I want more.

One to the head.

You didn't do this?

I was attacked.

Found him there when I woke up.

Security bulletin said

Commander Fisk was
garroted with a wire.

Whatever happened,
looks like you found your guy.

What about Shevon...
and her daughter.

Cloud Nine's
an open port.

Chances are,
they're already off ship.

I'll get a team down here.

Councilman Zarek.

[Councilman Zarek]
Lee.

I just heard,
are you all right?

[laughing]
What are you doing here?

Attending a Quorum meeting.

Nothing as exciting as all this.

I assure you.

I know these places are legal.

But still, the son of
the almighty Adama...

Talk to me about
the black market.

Not much to say.

It's widespread, inevitable,

and according to President
Roslin... illegal.

So, it's no surprise

that you and Fisk were
in it up to your necks.

Fisk, maybe, but not me.

I represent Astral Queen.

I have to be careful
about the company I keep.

This is Fisk's log.

He says, he made
three runs to Astral Queen

in the last ten days,

and I doubt it was to discuss prison reform.

What do you want
from me, Captain?

Names of ships.

Contacts.

I can't help you.

Why do you think Fisk
approached me?

To get a piece of
your black market scam.

To offer you protection.

[laughing] You and your father
are so blinded by the past.

Fisk's black market
was up and running

when he approached me.

He knew Adama would pick up
on his unauthorized shuttles,

so he tried to force me into
taking over the deliveries,

creating a firewall
between Pegasus

and the illegal shipments.

So, you're trying to tell me
that you turned him down.

At great cost.

Check the fleet logs.

See how many supply ships
made stops at the Astral Queen

after last Fisk's trip.

The answer is none.

So, if Fisk was trying
to starve you out,

why didn't you bring it
to the Quorum?

Roslin's acting like
the black market's

some sort of aberration,

but I thought you were
smarter than that.

Did you really expect
some utopian fantasy

to rise from the ashes?

I heard the security officer.

They gave you Fisk's killer
for a reason.

They're offering you
a way out.

You know something, don't you?

Just rumors.

There's a freighter,
Prometheus.

Some people say
it's gone off the grid.

But if you want
something bad enough,

that's where you go.

The deals are brokered
by an ex-military mercenary

named Phelan.

Lee.

I hope she's worth it.

[chattering]

Oh, Paya.

Paya!

Paya, hey.

Paya.

It's okay, it's Lee.

You remember, it's Lee.

All right, you're going
to be fine.

[Lee] I promise you.

Okay, you just hang tight.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

[chattering]

You may find this
hard to believe,

but my father was in the service too.

Strict as hell.

Probably the same
as your old man.

But, when the Cylons attacked,
all his duty and honor

didn't add up to squat.

Is she dead?

I can see why you want her back,
she's one of my best.

One of yours.

A good escort understands
it's about a lot more than sex.

She knows when to listen and when to call for help.

Lee, I had to.

Don't blame her.

The only reason you're alive is
because I was able to see you

through Shevon's eyes.

And what I saw
seemed reasonable.

Like Fisk.

Fisk was a pig.

He tried to force us
to renegotiate.

So you killed him.

No.

I gave you the killer.

The murder weapon, the prints.

Everything you needed to close
the case legitimately.

Despite the president's
objections, the fleet needs us.

Rationing's too tight,
ship comes in too late,

we're the pressure valve,
we provide.

[Phelan] When Shevon needed antibiotics, she knew where to go.

Without us, people would
have nowhere to turn.

The fleet would
tear itself apart.

And what about
those children outside?

How are they helping
the fleet?

Everyone has needs.

Some settle
for cigars or liquor.

You wanted Shevon.

Others are more demanding.

It's hard to find
the moral high ground

when we're all
standing in the mud.

I'm not not like
my old man, Captain,

and you are not like yours.

I came alone.

But, Galactica
tracked me on dradis.

All they'll need to vent this ship into space is an excuse.

So, let's make a deal.

I want Shevon, the girl.

I walk out of here,

and you shut down this operation.

And all of you will live.

[Phelan] Sorry,
the little girl's been paid for.

No refunds.

Oh, gods!

No!

Wait.

Lee, don't.

Come on, do it.

Do it.

I made you a fair offer.

So did I.

Yeah, you're probably
right about everything.

You, me, Fisk.

Nobody can stop it,
and maybe nobody should.

But it needs limits.

There's lines
you can't cross.

And you crossed them.

You're not gonna shoot.

You're not like me.

You're not gonna...

[gunshot]

Uh...

Uhhh.

All right,
it's done.

Fleet relies
on the black market.

Much as we'd like,

we can't wish that away.

So, you're still in business.

For now.

But if they are
any more killings,

if you hold back
essential medicines,

if you ever touch a child...

Shevon.

No, I don't want to see... Hey, hey.

It's over, it's okay,
everything's gonna be okay.

Lee, Lee, let go.

Shevon, it's over.

Stop!

[crying] I can't be
what you want me to be.

I don't want you
to be anything.

You want me to be her.

That's what this is about.

That's what this
has alwaysbeen about.

No... that's not what
this has ever been about.

Come on, Lee.

I know my job.

I'm a replacement.

Hey.
For a lot of things.

Things that men
can't get anywhere else.

Things they've lost.

She wanted to give you
a child.

But you were afraid, so you pushed her away

and then you ran.

And you didn't stop running until it was too late.

Well, I'm not her!

And Paya is not,
and will never be, your child.

Commander Fisk's murder
has been resolved,

and Pegasus' crew
appears to have accepted

Galactica's conclusions.

That's all, Madame President.

Not quite.

What about the ship,
Prometheus?

I understand it's the hub
of the fleet's black market.

We will keep an eye on them.

Keep an eye on 'em?

It's not exactly the solution
I had in mind.

Whether or not we allow
a criminal enterprise

to thrive in this fleet is not
a matter of choice, Captain.

Admiral?

I've given Lee full authority
on this issue.

The decision is his.

I support your trade policies
wholeheartedly Madame President.

But, we are never going
to have a perfect system.

There will always be
some kind of black market.

At least this way,

I know names, I know faces,
I know where they are,

and we will monitor
the situation.

Thank you, gentlemen, I'm busy.

18, I'm starting to sweat here.

19.

You should be sweating.20.

Why aren't you
doing any of these?

No talking, no talking.

No cheating, all the way up,
a little higher.

Oh.
Oh!

[laughing]

Sneaky.

8, 9, uh...

Start again.

You lost track.
Zero...

Oh... no?

President wasn't
very happy today.

No.

Ever since you ejected
from the Blackbird,

you've been different.

Harder to reach.

I'm just trying
to understand.

Well, like you said, Dad.

We've all been through a lot.

Fair enough.

But you should have
told me about the woman.

Monsters.

Aah...