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(DRAMATlC lNSTRUMENTAL MUSlC)

BALTAR: PreviousIy on Battlestar Galactica.

l, Sharon Agathon, will carry out the lawful orders of my superiors

as an officer in the Colonial Fleet.

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

l'm talking about people blowing themselves up.

l've got one job here, lady, and one job only, to disrupt the Cylons,

make them worry about this anthill they've stirred up down here,

so they're distracted and out of position when the old man shows up in orbit.

You know the mission.

You should also know there's only one way this mission ends,

and that's with the successful rescue of our peopIe off of New Caprica.

Evacuate the entire facility. You should go as well, Gaius. There's a place for you, too.

Captain? Hi. Who's this?

This is...

Kacey.

Oh, my little girl!

When the Cylons took her, l thought...

But you saved her.

(SNlFFS)

Gods bless you.

Hey.

A lot of good people had to pay the price for what they did,

the choices they made on New Caprica, like my wife.

That's right. Ellen collaborated.

She gave the Cylons information on the resistance and she died for it.

l can't believe there's still a question of my value.

There will always be a question.

You're human.

BALTAR: Good to see you.

l far prefer these picturesque settings for our little interludes, don't you?

l thought you'd abandoned me to your Cylon comrades.

NO. 6: Would l do that?

BALTAR: You've always been more unpredictable

than your flesh-and-blood counterparts.

NO. 6: A man that loves women as much as you

should have learned that a long time ago.

l'm a slow learner.

Then take this period as a time to learn

all you can about the Cylons.

You'll need it in the days ahead.

Something special on the horizon?

Cylon psychology is based on projection.

Projection?

lt's how they choose to see the world around them.

The only difference is you choose to see me.

What are you?

Really?

You're either connected to the woman l knew on Caprica,

or you're a damaged part of my subconscious

struggling for self-expression, so which one is it?

l'm an angel of God sent here to help you,

just as l always have been.

We're all part of one big ecosystem.

Yes, l can feel it. Breathing.

Get used to it.

So, what'd he say?

l haven't asked him yet.

Ask me about what?

Earth.

Well...

Earth, it's the Thirteenth Colony.

Do you know how to find it?

Not really, no.

D'ANNA: Well, that's unfortunate.

There was a hope, my hope, that if you knew the way to Earth,

it would justify keeping you alive a little longer.

Come on, Six.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

Now, when l say that l do not know exactly where Earth is,

that is not to say that l do not know a very great deal about its probable location.

Honestly, l spent hours, days, weeks, months and months on a map

that Adama and Roslin found on Kobol.

And l correlated that with our astrometric observations.

l doubt anyone here can make the same claim.

We'll get back to you.

What do you care about finding Earth?

Because we're looking for it.

You are?

Yes. We've decided that Earth is going to be our new home.

(THEME MUSlC)

HELO: Ship-to-ship training exercise is authorized. You may commence when ready.

This is ApoIIo. Red Team set.

KAT: Blue Team set.

Red Team, Apollo.

As soon as we clear the moon we're gonna be on their dradis,

so keep your eyes up.

They're gonna hit us with everything they've got.

APOLLO: Stay in formation, Starbuck. Narcho, you're my wingman.

Blue Team, Kat. Let's show these lazy fraks how it's done.

Red Team, Starbuck. I've got Hotdog.

(RADAR BEEPlNG)

(ALARM BEEPS)

l'm hit!

Red Team, ApoIIo. I'm going after Kat.

Kat...

(WHOOPS)

You're gonna have to do better than that, Apollo! Come on!

STARBUCK: l'll take care of Kat.

APOLLO: Starbuck, you stay in formation. Narcho has Kat.

lnbound.

APOLLO: Starbuck, you're too cIose!

STARBUCK: Oh!

Frak!

A compressor blew. lt looks like it threw a blade.

lt severed the fuel line. Cally, check the tank! Gods this is ugly.

The tank's bone-dry. There's not even fumes in here.

TYROL: Captain, how'd you land this thing?

Pointed it toward the deck and stopped when l got here.

"Bone-dry," she says. Landed the bird without a drop of fuel.

lf you want to die, l will open up an airlock for you.

But you are not taking one of my Vipers with you.

The "bird's" on the deck. l'm on the deck.

l don't know what you're bitching about.

l don't give a frak what you do, Starbuck.

You're done flying.

ELLEN: l can't believe you did that to me.

What?

Don't look at me like that.

Oh, my Gods.

Ellen?

Ellen!

Excuse me. Move ahead, make a hole.

Excuse me.

Ellen?

WOMAN: lf l've told you once, l've told you 1 ,000 times...

Ellen! l'm right here!

What is this? Let go of me.

KACEY: Kara! Kara!

Kacey?

Kara! Kara!

Captain Thrace? l'm sorry, don't you remember me?

l'm Julia Prynne. l'm Kacey's mom.

Yeah. Yeah, l remember.

Give me a hug.

We've been staying over in the,

well, everyone's calling it "Camp Oil Slick."

Part of the hangar deck and they've put up cots for, you know, refugees.

Yeah. Yeah, l heard.

Well, Kacey's been asking to see you for days.

And l sent messages and l thought maybe, you know, you'd come to visit.

You seem like a really nice person,

so l'm gonna be honest with you.

The last thing l need is a two-year-old friend.

And Kacey sure as hell does not need me in her life,

so do us both a favor and do not bring her around here again, okay?

Go to your mom, Kace.

Sure.

Sorry. Don't let us keep you up.

Sorry, honey, we've got to go.

There it goes.

That's that.

See?

See? l told you, you could do it.

You did great.

Remind me never to let that happen again.

You got it, "Slim."

Ever.

(PANTlNG)

l've been trying to reassemble President...

Doctor Baltar's work on piecing together

the Thirteenth Tribe's path to Earth.

l'm curious. Mr. Gaeta, what is it that you trust

about Doctor Baltar's research?

How do you know it's not another one of his lies?

lf there was one thing l learned about Baltar,

it was his extraordinary capacity for self-preservation.

l think he wanted to find Earth because he wanted to get there.

How far did he get with his research?

Well, as you can see, l'm still hacking through his notes,

but it appears that he was trying

to correlate our own astrometric readings

with the map of constellations we found back on Kobol.

Now apply his findings to certain select passages within the scroll of Pythia.

Why the scroll of Pythia?

Pythia is supposed to have chronicled the original journey

of the Thirteenth Tribe on its way to Earth.

lf l can draw your attention to this passage,

"And the caravan of the heavens was watched over by a great lion,

"with a mighty blinking eye..."

"Red and blue."

GAETA: Exactly.

Exactly what?

We're looking for a lion's head?

With a mighty blinking eye.

Blinking.

Well, these scrolls, they speak in metaphors.

lnitially, l thought the doctor might be off his meds as well, sir,

but then l found this note, here,

where he had written, "Blinking equals pulsar."

That means a star, right?

Plural, actually. They're the rotating cores of dead stars.

They emit a blast of radio waves.

From a distance, they appear to...

Blink. Right.

GAETA: The doctor found two in very close mutual orbit in this sector.

The spectrographic readings that l found show one will appear to be red

and one will appear to be blue.

Now, these pulsars appear to be in this nebula.

We have never had a direct look at this area,

but it is possible with a couple of eyeballs out there,

they might look at the nebula and see...

A giant lion's head?

Well, it looks like this is the best thing we've got going,

so, unless you object, Admiral, l suggest we go lion hunting.

CAPRlCA SlX: Navigational markers you gave us may prove useful.

We've sent a Baseship out to investigate the pulsars

and look for this "lion's head" of yours.

Look, this isn't easy for me.

l don't think you fully appreciate just how difficult this is!

l have very conflicted, very ambiguous feelings about helping you find Earth.

(CAPRlCA SlX CHUCKLES)

Funny how all that ambivalence and conflict seemed to vanish

once you thought your life hung in the balance.

You should know there's still a lot of skepticism

about whether you're being entirely truthful.

Uh.

Very sorry.

We didn't mean to intrude.

Come on, Gaius.

BALTAR: Are we going around in circles?

CAPRlCA SlX: Sure it all looks the same to you, doesn't it?

lt'd be hard for any human to navigate around here, especially without projecting.

Yes. You've used that word before.

l'm not quite sure what you're talking about.

lt helps you to what, exactly?

Have you ever daydreamed?

You know, imagined that you were somewhere else?

l do have an active imagination.

Well, we don't have to imagine. We project.

We choose to see our environment in any form we wish, whenever we wish.

For instance, right now, you see us as standing in a hallway,

but l see it as a forest.

Filled with trees, birds, sunlight.

Like walks you and l used to take on Caprica.

The aesthetic is what gives me pleasure,

not the specific memories.

lnstead of staring at blank walls,

l choose to surround myself with a vision of God's creation.

BALTAR: Right. l think l understand projection,

but, it's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it?

That l could see such...a vivid reality that l've created

and the Cylon projection experience seems to be so similar?

ls it a coincidence?

Well, what are you saying?

There's a connection?

What, because of my experiences with you...

Am l a Cylon?

What was that?

Oh, nothing. Just... Just talking out loud.

Silly me.

ATHENA: So, are you sure you want to go in second seat again?

l mean, l hear you're a pretty fair pilot now.

Yeah, well, too many pilots, not enough birds.

Anything to keep me flying at this point.

You want me, l'm yours, Boomer.

No, Boomer was... She was someone else.

Listen up! We need a call sign for Lieutenant Agathon!

Chromedome! MAN 2:Titania!

WOMAN 1 : Raptor Adaptor. WOMAN 2: Windup Toy.

Tin Can! Vermin Chaser!

MAN 3: Micro Chick.

HOTDOG: How about "Athena"?

MAN 4: "Digital Dame."

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. What was that?

You know, the goddess of wisdom and war,

usually accompanied by the goddess of victory.

MAN 5: lt works out. MAN 6: She likes it.

Athena it is.

MAN 7: So be it. MAN 8: Okay, deal.

MAN 1 0: All right, you got that. You want some more?

KAT: Hey, Colonel! Colonel, come have a seat. Over here.

Enough of that to go around?

Always. Oh, yeah.

"Deadman's Chest," cutthroat game. Not usually your style.

lt is now. And l'm in it to win.

lf you don't like it, find another game.

Now there's some straight talk.

You see the line up outside the head?

1 5 civilians standing in line, picking their noses,

waiting to take a shower.

Frakking civilians think they run the ship now.

Beats who we had before. Ship was like a tomb.

You want to know what "alone" feels like,

try spending a few weeks in a Cylon holding cell.

Yeah. lt was a bitch on both sides.

lt wasn't exactly easy coming up with a plan to save your sorry butts.

Yeah, you guys had it rough, huh?

Hot showers, three squares a day.

Viper jocks didn't even take a shot until you jumped into orbit.

Hey. We all made sacrifices.

That so?

Yes, that's right.

While you were pinning wings on your Cylon girlfriend,

our people were strapping homemade bombs to their chests,

doing whatever they could to take the bastards out.

So forgive me if l don't get all misty over your sacrifices.

CAPRlCA SlX: You seem distracted, Gaius.

l'm fine.

You can rest easy, at least for now.

Data on Earth's location and your valiant rescue of the baby

has gone a long way toward impressing the others.

l used to think you and l would have a baby one day.

There are only 1 2 Cylon models.

But in the entire occupation on New Caprica l only saw seven.

Now, here again, the same seven.

Who are the Final Five?

l can't talk about that.

Can't or won't? l can't.

lt's complicated. But we don't talk about them, ever.

But you'd know one of them, wouldn't you,

if you saw them, one of the Final Five

if they were to walk past here, right?

Six, we have a problem.

A Baseship, the one we sent to investigate the pulsars in the Lion nebula,

we've lost contact.

The trouble is, we know almost nothing about the missing Baseship's status.

We received a garbled distress call, then silence.

Not surprisingly, their Hybrid sent us a confusing set of data.

Our Hybrid is analyzing it.

What are these Hybrids he's talking about?

Be quiet, Gaius.

NO. ElGHT: Our Hybrid's deciphered part of the data set

that we received from our scout ship.

DORAL: This can't happen to us. It's impossibIe.

SlMON: lt is not onIy possibIe,

it may have been inevitabIe once we took human form.

DORAL: We're not human. We're not like him.

LEOBEN: God has chosen this time, this pIace to test us.

Whether we faiI or pass the test is up to us.

What is going on?

The missing Baseship, it's been infected with some kind of disease.

Disease?

Yes. lt's killing them. All of them.

lf an infected Cylon dies and carries this disease with them into a Resurrection ship,

it could rapidly spread, potentially infecting our entire race.

All right. We make sure that the Resurrection ship is out of range,

then we jump to their location,

send in a group of Centurions to...

No. The data set indicates that as soon as their Hybrid was infected,

their Centurions started shutting down.

We don't know how ours are gonna be affected.

l assume our Raiders and Baseships are also susceptible.

Of course. We are all created from the same genetic pool.

Then no Cylon can board that ship without risking infection.

Say you'll go aboard the infected Baseship

and investigate what happened.

You sent them to that nebula, remember?

Are you mad?

You have to prove to them you can be counted on in an emergency.

Show them you're worth keeping alive.

And what if l catch the disease?

What are the chances that a human could catch something

that infects a Centurion or a Raider?

That is, if you're human. And if you're really a Cylon,

one of the Final Five you haven't seen yet,

then wouldn't you just rather get it over with and die?

l'll go.

What?

Yes, l'll go.

Look, l am a trained scientist. l can go to the Baseship.

l can make observations about the Cylons, their physical condition,

bring back information about this disease which now threatens all of you.

We've learned the disease that's killing the human Cylons

could infect one of our Raiders as well.

Then don't send a Raider.

Surely, the war's furbished you with some Colonial vessels?

He's right. We could program one of our Raptors to approach on autopilot.

All right, then, prepare to jump the ship.

Make sure the Resurrection ship knows to stay behind, out of range.

A truly selfless act.

Hey, l could use a refill here.

Here's to knowing

that somebody will always have your back!

The sentiment's good, but in my book,

trust is an overrated commodity.

That one l'll drink to.

Frak you guys.

What is your problem, Katraine?

My problem is you, Captain.

All this "us against them" crap.

STARBUCK: Truth hurts, doesn't it? Give me another one.

You know what, Starbuck? Whatever happened to you down there,

why don't you take it out on the Cylons?

'Cause we busted our ass to get you off that rock!

Oh, do you think that means anything?

Every colonist that landed on New Caprica was loyal to a point.

lt was amazing watching those people

that you thought you knew go over to the Cylons.

At least, in the end, we knew where we stood, huh?

ls that so?

Then how come you are off flight duty

and some "Cylon-lover" is holding down my post?

Don't kid yourselves. You're on your own in this life,

each and every one of us.

KAT: Why don't you tell that to the pilots

that died getting you off that rock?

And Gaeta's briefing Sharon and Racetrack on the scouting mission to the Pulsars.

You mean Athena and Racetrack.

Word travels fast.

Yes, it does.

l understand that morale's taken a hit on the flight deck.

Nothing we can't handle, sir.

l'm also told that Colonel Tigh

is spending a lot of time down in the pilot's rec room.

Both him and Starbuck, sir.

They've been holding court, second guessing the rescue,

badmouthing the crew that stayed up with Galactica.

Suddenly, if you weren't in the ground war, it's like you can't be trusted.

And people are listening?

Their word carries a lot of weight.

You're right, they're destroying morale and unit cohesion.

They both know better.

l don't think they care, sir.

HYBRID: Two protons expeIIed at each coupIing site creates them under force.

The embryo becomes a fish that we don't enter untiI eight pIate.

We're here to experience, evolve the little toe, atrophy.

Don't ask me how, l'll be dead in 1 ,000 light years.

Thank you. Thank you. Genesis turns to its source,

reduction occurs stepwise though the essence is aII one.

End of line.

FTL system check, diagnostic functions within parameters,

repeats the harIequin, the agony exquisite,

the colors run the path of ashes.

NeuronaI network run 52% of heat exchanger.

Cross-collateralized with hyperdimensionaI matrix.

Upper sensors repair ordered, reIay to zero, zero, zero, zero...

BALTAR: ls it aware of us?

CAPRlCA SlX: Of course. She's aware of everything aboard.

HYBRlD: End of line.

New paragraph.

(HYBRlD CONTlNUES CHATTERlNG)

Reduction occurs stepwise though the essence is all one.

Do you have any idea what it's talking about?

No.

Most Cylons think the conscious mind of the Hybrid has simply gone mad

and the vocalizations we hear are meaningless.

But not everyone thinks that?

The ones you know as "Leoben"

believe that every word out of her mouth means something.

That God literally speaks to us through her.

She sort of controls the Baseship, does she?

Well, she is the Baseship, in a very real sense.

A mind gone mad.

She experiences life very differently than we do, Gaius.

She swims in the heavens,

laughs at stars, breathes in cosmic dust.

Maybe Leoben's right,

maybe she does see God.

We're wasting time.

Jump.

(DOOR OPENlNG)

(WOMAN GASPlNG)

There are bodies everywhere.

Others dying.

BALTAR: What the hell is that? Definitely manmade.

(WHEEZlNG)

You're severely dehydrated. You must drink some water.

Kill me.

You don't understand, there is no Resurrection ship nearby.

You will not be downloaded into a new body, you will just be gone.

l saw how they died.

Please...

Please, l can't bear that.

l'm here to bring help. All right?

l'm just gonna take some blood samples for analysis on the Baseship.

And then we will be able to make a treatment for the disease.

(COUGHlNG)

You must breathe, please.

Please, take some water.

You're... You're from Galactica.

No. l'm from a Baseship.

Tell me,

do you know what this is?

We found it floating at these coordinates.

lt must be some kind of

a beacon, a marker.

lt looks too old. lt looks very old.

lt must have been left by the Thirteenth Tribe, infected, poisoned,

left by some humans like you to destroy us.

What?

A human device filled with a pestilence.

You sent us to this place.

lt wasn't me.

You knew we'd bring it aboard.

You don't know what you're saying.

This is the disease...

You knew we would...

...speaking for you. Will you calm down! l am going to bring help.

l am going to bring help.

You wanted the other Baseships to follow.

l would never do anything to hurt you.

You wanted the other Baseships. You knew it was here.

l am going to bring help.

Be quiet.

Suffer the same infection.

Be quiet. l am going to bring help!

You want to destroy us all!

lt your fault! You'll lie to them.

Shut up! No, you'll lie to them!

Shut up! You'll bring them here.

lt your fault! Shut up!

Be quiet! No, let me...

Shut up!

Don't let me... Shut up!

(CHOKlNG)

DORAL: Gaius, do you hear us?

Gaius, do you read? Do you read? Are any of them aIive?

Gaius Baltar, what do you see?

Speak to us. What do you see? Are any of them aIive?

This is Gaius Baltar.

I'm returning to the Baseship.

DORAL: What do you see?

I see nothing.

Nothing of consequence.

There's nothing left to do here.

D'ANNA: Nobody likes it, but we have to make a terrible choice.

Do we attempt a rescue and risk the lives of our fleet,

even our species, or do we leave them?

The answer won't be found in science because there is no cure in science.

Well, there has to be.

Look at them. They're so afraid. Do we just leave them?

Then their quest ended in death. Absolutely, no.

Even the humans don't abandon their own.

DORAL: They must be sacrificed for the greater good.

SlMON: There is a greater question.

Yes, there is.

How did this happen?

DORAL: Well, it's Baltar. lt's his fault, he led us there deliberately.

He been working with Galactica the whole time!

lt wasn't me.

Whatever you think l did, l didn't do it, honestly!

Baltar, we followed your coordinates,

and found a disease with no treatment or cure.

lf we leave, they're doomed, never to return.

Perhaps God would smile upon us, for our mercy.

Oh, listen to you. You can barely even speak His name.

D'ANNA: We have to agree. We are not leaving our brothers.

(ALL QUARRELLlNG)

D'ANNA: Enough!

We have to leave.

We have to jump and leave them to their fate. There is no other way.

(SCREAMlNG)

Mists of dreams drip along the nascent echo and love no more.

End of Line.

The Hybrid objects.

She doesn't get a vote.

Jump the ship.

Jump.

D'ANNA: This disease,

it must have come from someplace.

So what did you notice on the infected ship?

BALTAR: Nothing. Nothing. l am just as baffled as you are.

You noticed nothing suspicious on the infected ship?

Nothing whatsoever.

CREWMAN: Admiral on deck!

TlGH: Admiral.

Give me the room.

Stay in your seats.

Have a drink?

Give me your sidearm.

What?

Your sidearm.

TlGH: Hey! There's a live round in that!

Now, one of you, and l don't care who,

pick that weapon up and shoot me.

Admiral, l don't know...

l didn't say to talk.

You've done enough of that already.

l said to pick up that weapon and shoot.

What's the matter?

No guts?

You don't got a pair?

You're both frakking cowards.

Watch your mouth... Or what?

You gonna turn the rest of my pilots against each other?

Poison the crew?

You've already done that, Saul. Both of you.

Yeah, but if you're looking for an apology, it isn't gonna happen.

You were like a daughter to me once.

No more.

You're a malcontent and a cancer,

and l won't have you on my ship.

So you have a choice.

You can figure out how to become a human being again and an officer,

or you can find another place to live off of this ship.

You're dismissed.

Are you gonna kick me out of my chair, too?

Listen, l know you've been through a lot...

Don't patronize me.

Say what you came here to say.

You're full of bile. Hatred.

And l know that it has something to do with Ellen, and l'm sorry for that.

And if you need time, Saul, well, you take all the time you want.

But l got to run a ship.

The last thing l need is a one-eyed drunk sitting down here,

sowing discontent and disobedience.

So l'll tell you once again, Saul.

You can pick up that weapon and kill me,

or you can get your ass back into your quarters and not leave

until you're ready to act like the man that l've known for the past 30 years.

That man doesn't exist anymore, Bill.

And you won't be seeing me again.

MAN 1 : Yeah, that's why l work with him.

MAN 2: Yeah, that's what l'm talking about.

MAN 3: Grab another towel for me.

Yeah, we got to get up there.

MAN 4: All right.

Oh, my Gods, it's right there.

The Lion's Head nebula and the Blinking Eye.

Holy crap, it's the road to Earth.

(RACETRACK LAUGHlNG)

Oh, my Gods! Let's get the frak out of here.

l'll start the jump.

When Gods' anger awakens, even the mighty shall fall.

Frak! Athena, we need to get out of here!

(THEME MUSlC)