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[dramatic music]

♪

[female announcer] Previously
on Battlestar Galactica...

We haven't been
properly introduced.

I'm Leoben.

I'm looking forward
to spending

a little more time
with you, Starbuck.

We have a lot to talk about!

It's gonna be fun.

Congratulations, Commander.

The Pegasusis your command.

Hey...

I am picking up a large
planetary body.

It's habitable.

We may have
just found a world

that can support
human life.

I know in my gut that settling
on this planet's

gonna mean disaster
for humanity.

And I will not say otherwise
just to win an election.

I take the office
of President

of the Twelve Colonies
of Kobol.

And I'm going to sign

my first executive order.

Requiring to immediately
establish settlements

on the planet we have
come to know

as New Caprica.

If you want to move down there,
go ahead.

Be my guest.

Go down and cat around
with all the men.

Saul, I want you.

At last, a safe haven
we can call home.

Oh, my gods.

It's a Cylon fleet.
They found us.

[Apollo] We have to
get out of here, sir.

We can't just leave all those
people behind.

[Apollo]
There's nothing we can do.

We're in no shape
for a fight, sir.

[Adama]
They'll be wiped out.

[Apollo]
We don't have a choice.

We need to get out of here
right now!

[Adama] Begin Jump prep.
We're leaving.

But we'll be back.

Cylons just Jumped
into orbit.

And the fleet's Jumped away.

They've left us.

[Baltar] On behalf of the
people of the Twelve Colonies...

I surrender.

I'm looking for Kara Thrace.

[man screaming]

[baby crying]

[clang]

[metal squeaking]

[clears throat]

[chuckles]

Do you know

that every time they take you
out of this cell,

we come in here and we

change those
little hash marks

on your little calendar there
you're trying to hide.

[laughs]

Potatoes, gravy.

Even some carrots.

[sighs]

Heavenly Father,
we thank you for the bounty

of this table.

Yes.

[groaning]
Yes.

Frak me!

Come on!
Don't stop.

Come on!

Come on!

Son of a bitch!
Ohh!

Ahh!
Yes!

Ohh! Ahh!

Ahh, baby! Ahh!

Ahh! Ahh... uhh...

Uhh... whew.

Ohh... [laughing]

[panting]

Oh, boy.

[groaning]

[chuckles]

[Tyrol]
All right, we're armed.

They're inbound.
Let's move!

I need a knife.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I must say I quite enjoyed that.

[groans]

I'm so glad.

And, uh...

when do I get
what I want?

I believe that's happening
right now.

[exhales]

We reviewed your case today.

And I must say

there was great disappointment
on the review committee.

Ahem.

Come on.

We gotta get you processed.
It'll take an hour or so.

Bureaucracy must be served.

But if you're lucky, you'll get home by dinner time.

Colonel.

Come on.

I'm not gonna hold
this door open forever.

[latch opens]

[buzzing]

Saul!

Ohh!

Oh, gods.

Gods.
What did they do to you?

It's all right.
I'm out.

That's all that matters.

Ohh.

Let's get out of here.

Okay.

[groans]

Okay. Ready?

Now.

Oh, for frak's sakes.

Come on, come on!

Is that thing
gonna work or what?

Whoo!

[both laughing]

Worked that time.

Go, go!

Frakkin' insurgents.

You look...

so lovely tonight.

[groans]

Gah!

Ahh!

Uhh!

[groaning]

I'll see you soon... Kara.

Take your time.

134th day of the Cylon
occupation of New Caprica.

Today is Mars day.

Somehow it seems appropriate
to honor the god of war

on a day when it feels like
perpetual war

is the only realistic
prospect for us.

We've had no contact
with Galactica

since it left
four months ago.

But I refuse to believe
that Adama has abandoned us.

Our insurgency has been striking
back against the Cylons

whenever
and wherever possible.

Although at times these attacks
seem like futile gestures,

I believe that they
are critical to morale,

to maintaining
some measure of hope.

But in order
for the insurgency

to have a more
meaningful impact

we need to strike
a high profile target.

It is simply not enough
to kill Cylons,

because they don't die.

They resurrect themselves,

and they continue
to walk among us.

It is horrifying.

The Cylon
Occupation Authority

continues to exert complete
control over the city,

and we remain at their mercy.

The Colonial Government
under President Gaius Baltar

functions in name only.

Let's review

why we're here, shall we?

We're supposed to bring
the word of "God"

to the people, right?

Save humanity from damnation

by bringing the love of "God"
to these poor, benighted people.

We're here because
a majority of the Cylon

felt that the slaughter
of mankind had been a mistake.

We're here to find a new way
to live in peace.

As God
wants us to live.

And it's been
a fun ride so far.

But I want to clarify
our objectives.

If we're bringing
the word of God,

then it follows

that we should employ

any means necessary
to do so, any means.

Yes, fear is a key
article of faith,

as I understand it.

So perhaps it's time
to instill

a little more fear into
the people's hearts and minds.

Let's, uh,

let's execute Baltar.

What?
What?!

That's not gonna happen.

Just because
he's your favorite toy

shouldn't be allowed
to interfere

with the larger issues here.

I think that I have
cooperated...

Gaius is with me.

Anyone who wants
to challenge that

will have to deal with me.

Well, it doesn't matter.

If we'd killed him
at the beginning,

it might have worked.

But now, most humans
think of him as a traitor,

and would actually
cheer his death.

Fine, fine.
We don't kill Baltar.

We round up the leaders
of the insurgency,

and we execute them...
publicly.

We round up at random
groups off the street,

and we execute them...
publicly.

Send a message that
the gloves are coming off.

The insurgency stops now,

or else we start reducing
the human population

to a more manageable size.

I don't know, say,

uh, less than 1,000.

We need to stop
being butchers.

The entire point
of coming here

was to start
a new way of life.

To push past

the conflict that's separated us
from humans for so long.

[Brother Cavil]
And what has it gotten us?

It's not like they welcomed us
with... with...

Frak it.
Never mind.

You're all living
in a fantasy world.

Consider the irony in that.
[laughs]

Delusional machines.

What's the universe
gonna come up with next?

Is it really worth it,
Caprica?

Is the love of that man
really worth

possibly losing
all of this?

If you ever
experienced love,

you wouldn't
have to ask.

In recent months,

the Cylons have been
recruiting and training humans

in an attempt to establish
a human police force.

It is hard to think of anything
more despicable

than humans doing the dirty work
of the Cylons,

led to believe they were merely
taking the civilian security

out of the hands of the Cylons.

And members of the human police
have since

become an extension of
the Cylons' Corporeal Authority.

And while their names are kept
deeply confidential,

there is no question

some of them are people
we might least expect.

Hundreds of us have been
rounded up by the Cylons,

held in detention,
questioned, tortured.

Others have simply vanished.

In recent weeks,
we've been gaining access

to some very
important documents

from a source within
Baltar's administration.

[dog barking]

No one knows who this mysterious
benefactor is.

But he communicates
with the insurgents

by means of a secret signal.

We pray every day
for the men and women

who risk their lives
to fight the Cylons.

They have everything to lose.

And such little hope
of something to gain.

I pray they will not falter
in the days ahead.

Hey, Jake.

There we go.

Shh.

Looks like Mommy's gonna

get some sleep tonight
after all.

Sometimes I hate
everything about this place.

Sometimes it's...

it's magic.

Hmm.

[coos]

I gotta go.

I'll be back
in a couple hours.

One of these days, you're just
not gonna come back, are you?

You'll just vanish,
and that'll be it.

I'll never see you again.

Nick will never know his father.

Couple hours.
I promise.

Uh...

Good to see you, Colonel.

It's good to be seen.

Ahh.

I know you're wondering,
so I'll save you the trouble.

The eye is gone.

Ripped it right out
onto the floor.

Picked it up
and showed it to me.

Looked like
a hard-boiled egg.

Big boom today.

Hope that was you two.

Oh, yeah.

Heavy raider too.

Good men.
What's our next target?

Well, got these today.

They're security plans
for the graduation ceremony

at the New Caprica
Police Academy.

These are right out
of the ministry files.

Where are you
getting this stuff?

Who's your source?

I have no idea.

Source won't tell me
what their name is.

It's probably safer
for all of us.

We've been getting stuff
like this for weeks.

Humans working
for the Cylons.

Makes you wanna puke.

Yeah, well, all the top
occupation brass

is gonna be
at the graduation.

Even... President Baltar.

Gaius Baltar?

Yes, sir.

I think we can get
a shot at him too.

The problem is,
it's gonna be tough

avoiding human casualties.

Don't avoid 'em.
Send a message.

You work with the Cylons,
you're a target.

No boundaries for the Cylons.
There's no boundaries for us!

Anything we can do to nail
that son of a bitch,

Gaius Baltar, is worth doing.

[groans]

Where are we
on the wireless?

Uh... nowhere.

Every day, we try
and contact the Raptor,

and every day the Cylons
jam the transmission.

I've asked for the inside source
to tell us

which of the Cylon jamming
frequencies are the weakest,

but so far, I got nothing.

[Anders]
You guys are dreaming.

There's no Raptor there, okay?

There hasn't been one for
the past four months, either.

Galactica's not coming back.

They're not.
Accept it.

Watch your frakkin' mouth.

There's a Raptor
out there every day,

listening for a wireless call.

It's out there because that was

the plan
if anything happened.

And it's out there because
the old man isn't just gonna

leave us to the Cylons.

The old man left me
to the Cylons, Colonel.

And if it wasn't
for my wife

being a royal
pain in the ass,

and refusing to let it go,

I would be dead
a year now.

Any word on Kara?

Nothing.

In four months.

[door latch]

[door creaking]

Hi, honey. I'm home.

You kill me...

I download.

I come back. We start over.

Five times now.

[sighs]

I'm trying to help you,
Kara.

I only want you to see
the truth of your life.

The reason why you suffered
and you struggled for so long.

That's why God
sent me to you.

That's why God wants us
to be together.

All right?

You're right.

You're right.

Okay, good.

And I hear you.
I do.

Good.

So thank you.

You're welcome.

Thank you for
putting up with me.

I'm so sorry.

Put it down, Kara.

Just put it down.

I'm a patient man.

You're not a man.

I'm willing to wait.

You just need more time.

I don't need
more frakkin' time.

It's never gonna happen.

Of course it's gonna happen.

You're gonna hold me
in your arms.

You're gonna embrace me.

You're gonna tell me
that you love me.

I've seen it.

You're insane.

To know the face of God
is to know madness.

I'm going to bed.

Be nice if you joined me.

Either way, you'll be
spending the night with me.

[chuckles]

I do love you,
Kara Thrace.

Good night.

[sniffles]

Let me out!

Let me out of here!

I don't belong here!
Let me out!

Let me out!

[man] Racetrack,
adjust your center line 20 degrees.

[second man] Snowbird
3, get information.

[woman] Okay, Snowbirds,
let's nail this exercise.

[man] How many times are
we gonna run this thing?

[second man] What,
you're not having fun yet?

[woman]
Come on, focus, Snowbirds!

[Helo]
Snowbirds, Galactica.

Regroup in deployment formation

and proceed to position one.

Snowbird One to Snowbirds.

Drop point in eight seconds.

Okay, Snowbirds, let's get
this deployment bang on.

The admiral's watching
every move.

[Racetrack]
Roger, Kat.

We go on your command.

Bomb bay doors open.

All Vipers...

break now, now, now!

Deploy drones
on my mark.

Three... two... one.

Mark!

Frak me!

Gods damn it, Snowbird four!
What the hell happened?

[Kat]
Can the chatter, Snowbirds!

This is the CAG.
Abort maneuver.

I say again, decoy squadron,
abort maneuver.

[man] Roger that, leader.
Snowbirds, fall back.

Abort drill.
Await further instructions.

[man]
Roger, get off my wings.

[man]
Snowbird fly, clear 7:00.

[Kat]
Galactica, Kat.

It is a mess out here.

We got decoy drones heading
every which way.

Request instructions.

Roger that, Kat.
Abort acknowledged.

You're approaching
bingo fuel anyway.

Bring your birds back home.

Belay that.

Strike my last.
Stand by.

Launch a tanker bird.

Let them practice

their in-flight refueling
before they recover the drones.

Have them run the exercise
one more time.

Yes, sir.

16 times now, sir.

The next one
will be 17, won't it?

Yes, sir.

Launch the tanker.

All units, Galactica.

Recover drones and prepare
to run training mission again.

We're launching
the tanker bird.

Tanker?

Once you've tanked up,
head back to position Alpha

and prepare
for training run 17.

Galactica out.

What the frak are they
doing over there?

This is the commander.
Get the admiral on the line.

Admiral, considering how long
our pilots have been in the air,

I suggest
we recall the birds

and scrub
the training exercise.

If we can't do this
in a training scenario,

how the hell are we
supposed to pull this off

with Cylon raiders
on our asses?!

Huh?
Tell me!

What the frak
do you want from me?

I don't know how we're supposed
to do any of this crap

at half-strength!

[Kat] Collision!
We've had a collision.

[Helo]
Give me your status, Kat.

[Kat]
Bingo, Molar, speak to me!

[Molar]
I'm losing flight control!

I got red lights!
All across the board!

[Bingo] Kat, Molar, I'm in a
lateral spin and losing hydraulics.

My wing's clipped.

[Kat]
Galactica, Kat!

I'm declaring an emergency.

Requesting priority landing
for two bent birds.

Pull 'em in!

Yes, sir.

Roger that, Kat.

Bring your birds back home.

This whole thing
is frakking insane.

We got two ships
at half-strength.

We got crews that haven't seen
action in a year and a half.

And you're acting like
the only problem is

they're not working
hard enough.

Have you taken a look at
yourself in the mirror lately?

You're weak, soft!

Mentally and physically.

This isn't about me.

You've had four months
to get your act together.

And so far, all you've
been able to frakkin' do

is to complain and whine
about how hard it is.

Well, guess what.

It's gonna get a lot harder.
Do you understand me?

Now I want you
to turn around

and get your fat ass
out of here.

Get your men ready!

Or I'll find someone who can.

Dismissed!

[grunting]

I don't like this one,
Colonel.

I think we're the ones
crossing the line here.

It's the only way
it's gonna work.

Kid's got access
and clearance.

You gotta be
square on this.

You can't back out
once you start.

I'm not backing out.

It's wrong, Colonel.
You know that, don't you?

He's a soldier, Chief.

Not the first time
we've sent a soldier

on a one-way mission.

You know that,
don't you?

[Tyrol]
This is different.

This is our best chance
to take out Gaius Baltar.

Maybe the only one.

We're sure as frak
gonna take it.

Every since
they killed Nora,

I got nothing to live for.

All right.

Uhh!

You look me in the eye,

and you tell that you
are committed to this.

I'm committed.

May the gods be with you.

Some things you just
don't do, Colonel.

Not even in war.

Well, maybe
you'll feel different

when you're sitting
in detention.

Duck volunteered.
He's going.

[Adama] It's a hard thing to
say, but...

it seems like I don't know
who my son is anymore.

Same goes for
the crew of the ship.

I feel pretty much alone.

Except maybe for you.

[scoffs]

I wish I could
go back a year

and tell that Admiral Adama
about this conversation.

A year's a long time.

Can I ask you something?

Very personal.

Do you feel guilty about leaving the people behind

on New Caprica?

I don't do guilt.

You know...

A year ago...

when you put me
in the cell...

I was at a crossroads.

I sat in here for weeks,

just consumed with rage

at all the things
that had happened to me.

And at some point, I realized
it was all just guilt.

I was angry at myself
for the choices I had made.

Betraying my people.

And losing the baby.

So... I had a choice.

I could either move forward
or stay in the past.

But the only way
to move forward...

was to forgive myself.

You know, I don't think we can survive.

I don't think... the fleet or Galactica

or the people on New Caprica

can survive...

unless the man at the top
finds a way

to forgive himself.

Two of our pilots
almost got killed

because they've been
in the cockpit for 11 hours.

And he wants
to bust my balls.

"You're soft."

Can you believe that?

What?

Oh, you agree.
Is that it?

Forget it.
I'm not looking for a fight.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Don't do that.

[clears throat]

You got something to say,
come out and say it.

He's right.

You are soft.

I'm not talking
about the weight.

You've lost your edge.

Your confidence.

You lost your war, Lee.

And the truth is, you're a soldier who needs a war.

And you don't wanna hear it,

because you've got it in your head

that your father's the soldier.

And you sure don't wanna be like him.

But you are like him.

You're more like him
than you know.

That's one of the reasons
I married you.

[whimpers]

[beep]

Okay, it's working.

I think.

Is it working
or isn't it?

[sighs]
They keep jamming us.

So much for our source
on the inside.

[beep]

Ten minutes left.

And lots of nothing
on the wireless, as usual.

Keep an eye out for Raiders.

Last listening bird almost
got popped by a pair yesterday.

I almost got it.

[loud beeping]Ow, frak!

Turn that thing down!

[volume lowers]Ahh.

It's working.

It's working.

Time's up.

Spin up the FTL
and get ready to go.

Hold on.

I'm picking something up.

It's a Colonial transmission.

It's a low power signal,
but...

the recognition codes
match.

Oh, yeah.
We got a link to the ground.

[giggles]

Okay, send the coded response.

Spin up the drive, and let's get
the hell back to Galactica.

[Tyrol]
I've got a signal.

A Raptor just made contact
with us.

[Tigh]
What's it say?

"We will make contact

"with this frequency
every 12 hours.

"Prepare SITREP
for Command Authority.

Have hope. We're coming for you."

[Racetrack] We made contact.
I say again.

We made contact
with the ground.

Colonel Tigh has formed
an insurgent group

against the Cylons,

and now they're ready
and waiting for instructions

on how to coordinate
the rescue effort.

It's gonna be okay.

It's really gonna be okay.

These are all
the surveillance pictures

taken by the insurgents.

I think we can match names
to about 50 of these photos.

But our best guess
puts the total police force

at around 200.

200?

I wouldn't have believed
there'd be 20 people

who would turn against
their own kind.

I want those names.
I want the rest of the names.

That's tough.
The Cylons are afraid

the population
will go after any human

who joins
the New Caprica Police.

As well they should.

I...

I know I haven't lived
a model life.

I made a lot of mistakes.

I'm gonna need
your protection today.

[knock on door]

Mr. President.

Morning, Gaeta.

It's time...
for the graduation ceremony.

Oh, yes.

[sighs]

The ceremony.

About the ceremony...

there's a been
a change of plan.

I won't be going.

Security concern.

Don't look so worried.

There'll be
other graduations.

Right.

Okay.
I'll just...

Let the staff know.

I think we should
call off the strike.

There's no reason
to go forward with it

if the Galactica's
gonna come back.

What, and pass up
a golden opportunity

to kill Gaius Baltar?

Other than that, Colonel,
I fail to see the point.

Think with your head,
Chief, not with your heart.

The only way they stand a chance
of getting us off this rock

is if the Cylons
are too distracted

battling a full-blown
uprising when they get here.

All right,
if your source on the inside

says Baltar's
not gonna be there, abort.

Otherwise,
stick with the plan.

[whimpers]

[whimpers]

[zipper zips]

[Cylons walking]

Hey, Duck.

Good morning.

And welcome
to all graduates.

You are the hope.

You are the dream
of a new tomorrow

for humans and Cylon alike.

And I salute you.

For the risks
that you have taken

for just showing up today.

Today, you begin
a new career.

And a new life as provisional
police officers.

And looking out
across this room,

I see that the significance
of this new path

is not lost on you.

[suspenseful music]

♪

Congratulations, Sergeant.

Congratulations, Captain.

It's great
to have you with us.

I'll see you soon, Nora.

[door unlocks and opens]

[man screams]

[door closes and locks]

Everyone of importance
is being looked at now.

You're no exception.

I can help you, Laura.

In ways I cannot
help myself.

I can protect you.

But you have to understand
the situation has changed now.

The insurgency
has crossed the line.

Suicide bombings.

It's abhorrent.

It's contrary to everything
that we believe in.

So you...

You and I, we will, uh...

We will publicly condemn
these tactics.

They cannot be legitimized
in any shape or form.

There's something that scares
the Cylons after all.

I should think using men
and women as human bombs

should scare us all.

Desperate people
take desperate measures.

All right,
look me in the eye.

Look me in the eye
and tell me that you approve

of sending
young men and women

into crowded places

with explosives
strapped to their chests.

I'm waiting for you
to look me in the eye

and tell me
that you approve.

33 people killed.

And their only crime

was putting on
the police uniform.

Trying to bring some order
to the chaos out there.

Order?

By arresting innocent people
in the dead of night.

Detaining them indefinitely
without charge.

Torturing them
for information!

Nobody's been tortured.

Tell that to Colonel Tigh.

Nobody has been tortured.

We're done here.

[door unlocks and opens]

I hope you understand

the severity
of the situation.

I'd ask you to obey

the dictates
of your conscience...

which is what
I've always done.

Of that I have no doubt.

Please give this lovely lady
her shoes back.

Then get her out of here.

[door closes]

[man on PA]
Curfew is now in effect.

Severe penalties
will be imposed

on anyone found
on the streets.

Curfew is now in effect.

Severe penalties
will be imposed

on anyone found
on the streets.

[policeman] I don't know about this.

[policeman] We need to make a point.
The violence must end.

We got a job to do.

[policeman #1] What are we doing? Is that him?

[policeman #2]
Yeah, just do what he asks.

Everything will be okay.

You understand
your orders, captain?

Everything clear?

Yes, sir.
Good.

Don't worry.
We have your back.

[Tyrol]
Did you hear?

The Cylons cut
food rations toady.

We heard.

How long before
the next Raptor transmission?

Two minutes.

You know,
they're taking about

shutting down
the marketplace.

It's a security risk.

We'll shift targets.

You were gonna hit
the marketplace?

The market?

Full of civilians.

This is crazy.

You know, we need
to figure out

whose side we're on.

[Tigh]
Which side are we on?

We're on the side
of the demons, Chief.

We're evil men
in the gardens of paradise.

Sent by the forces of death

to spread devastation
and destruction

wherever we go.

I'm surprised
you didn't know that.

Contact.

They're ready
for the sitrep.

Send it twice,
just to make sure.

[Tyrol typing]

[Cavil] Here are the names of those to be arrested

and sent to detention.

I, uh...

I know
some of these people.

I'm sure you do.

They're all insurgents,
Jammer.

We have to break
the cycle of violence.

Okay, suit up.

You won't have to
wear those much longer.

Eventually your people
will see you as heroes.

[breathing deeply]

Not tonight.

Take numbers
five through ten.

Okay, take the tents
to the right.

Follow down the end.

Rest of you guys
gotta keep quiet, okay?

This is
New Caprica Police.

You're under arrest for
colluding with the insurgency.

You're wanting for questioning
in the graduation bomb.

[people shouting,
screaming]

Cally Tyrol,
this is an NCP raid.

No! Let go of me! Get your hands up.

My baby! No!
No, my baby!

No!

[crying]

Hey, hey, hey!
No, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

I got you.
I got you.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, there you go.

Mommy's coming back.
It's okay.

It's okay.
It's okay.

[Helo] Their numbers
are a little thin.

It says here Tigh commands
1,150 armed effectives.

That's a lot less
than he should have

if you count all former
fleet officers

and enlisted available
down there.

Could be taking
heavy losses.

They mentioned
a Cylon crackdown.

We should get a breakdown
of available pilots

in the insurgent group.

Somebody's gotta fly
those ships off the ground

if we're gonna
pull this off.

Those ships aren't
going anywhere yet.

"The Cylons have removed
launch keys

"from grounded
Colonial ships.

Location unknown."

Came from Tyrol.

Can we manufacture
new launch keys?

[Lee]
Forget it.

The specs on launch keys
are incredibly sophisticated.

It would take weeks
just to do the R&D.

[Adama]
Best option is for Saul

and the people
on the ground

to find the original
launch keys.

Assuming
they weren't destroyed.

No. No way.

The Cylons would want
to keep them safe

just in case
they needed to use

one of those ships
someday.

[Helo]
She's right.

Keys gotta still
be there somewhere.

We can make a weapons
drop to the insurgents.

They know
the lay of the land.

They've been hitting
the Cylons

in the teeth for months.

Given them the tools, they can
kind the keys themselves.

[Lee]
No. No way.

The only thing you've got
going for you so far

is that the Cylon reduced
their defense perimeter

to just five baseships.

You put heavy weaponry
down there,

they're gonna know
for sure

that we're in contact
with the population.

Call in ten more baseships

and then your
whole plan's frakked.

Funny. Thought this
was our plan, sir.

Moving on.

The military plans that
you have in your hands

are to be kept with you
at all times.

Why'd they
pick her up?

She hasn't done anything.

We've got a baby,
for gods' sakes.

I don't know.
I'll try to find out.

How long are
they gonna hold her?

Detention is run by
a separate ministry.

They don't give us
any reasons why they...

Godsdamn it, Felix.

She hasn't done anything.
We've got a baby.

I know, Galen.

I'm sorry.

How do you do it?

How do you help them
day after day?

How do you look yourself
in the mirror?

I gotta get my son.

Cameron's watching him,

but she's got problems
of her own.

Chief!

I'll see what I can do.

I'll see if there's
something I can find out.

Yeah.

Why don't you try
and do something?

[Cally screaming]

Please! No!

No!

Hey, you okay?

Jammer,
what's going on?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay, Chief.

All right. Hey, uh...

I heard about last night.

Shh. What?

About Cally being
on one of those lists.

Yeah.
I'm really sorry.

Yeah.
Frakkin' Human police, huh?

Bunch of traitors
if you ask me.

Some of those guys
who joined up,

I bet they're in
over their heads, you know?

Especially now with
these suicide bombings and...

At first, I bet you
they thought

they were doing
something good.

You know, get the Cylons
off the streets.

Let us police our own.

They're a bunch
of frakkin' idiots.

What did they expect?

You don't know
any of those guys, do you?

Any names?

Names? No.

N-No idea.

Damn.

Well, what's up with Cally?

Why did they put her
in detention?

I don't know.

She hasn't done
a gods damn thing.

I just talked to Gaeta.

Says he doesn't know
squat.

Or so he says.

Gaeta's a good guy.

If he knows something...

He's a frakkin'
collaborator.

You know what?

One day when this
is all over,

guys like Gaeta
are gonna get strung up.

And guys like
you and me,

we're gonna be there
tying the knots.

Making 'em tight.

It's been a couple
of ugly days.

I know you don't care
about that, but...

life means something to us,

so I've decided to show you

just how precious
life can be.

How even in the worst of times

it can restore your faith.

Remember that
breeding farm on Caprica?

I remember I blew the frak
out of the place.

It wasn't a total loss.

We were able to salvage
certain things.

Certain medical samples.

Like your ovary.

[suspenseful music]

♪

What's that?

This is Kacey.

Kacey, this is Kara.

Your mother.

Hi.

Good girl.

[suspenseful music]

[Dualla]
Unbelievable.

What?

Admiral's decided to put
some boots on the ground.

Wants to send an officer

as a liaison between us

and the resistance elements
on the planet

to coordinate the rescue op.

Makes sense.
What's the problem?

It's who he's sending.

He's frakking kidding
with this, right?

I wish he were.

Mr. Hoshi, I want a Raptor

prepped and ready in five
minutes on the hangar deck.

Inform the flagship
I'm coming aboard.

I want a private meeting
with the admiral.

[Hoshi]
Aye, sir.

What are you gonna do?

What I should've done
a long time ago.

You can't do this.

She's a Cylon.

Well, I trust her.

Well, that's a mistake.

Well, it'll be
my mistake, won't it?

You are gambling
with the lives

of everyone on this ship.

And everyone on my ship.

I don't need
a lecture from you

about the responsibilities
of command.

We're done here.

I'm not finished.

This entire plan
is a reckless gamble.

And, yes, you certainly
have the right

to risk the lives of the men
and women under your command.

But that's not the issue.

The issue is that you
are risking the lives

of the entire human race.

I'm trying to save
the human race.

No. No, you're not.
That's what you're not seeing.

Right now, the human race?

Well, that's
the 2,000 people

huddled in those
civilian ships

that managed to get away
when the Cylons came back.

They're the safe bet.

They're the ones whose
survival we should guard.

Just like we did after
the attack on the Colonies.

Sharon can penetrate
the Cylon defenses.

It's not about her.

The Centurions can't
distinguish her

from the other
humanoid models.

Did you know that? Admiral.

They were deliberately
programmed that way.

The Cylons didn't want them
becoming self-aware

and suddenly
resisting orders.

They didn't want their own

robotic rebellion
on their hands.

You can appreciate
the irony.

Dad.

I know what
you're saying.

But we have a responsibility

to the people
that we left behind.

Remember what Roslin said.

Our first responsibility is
to the survival of humanity.

We can't lose sight of that.

Over the last year,

we've... lost sight

of almost everything.

We got... soft.

But if we go back
to New Caprica now,

and we lose,

it's over.

Humanity just stops.

And an admiral stars
don't give you the right

to make that gamble.

You're right, son.

You should make plans
to resume the search for Earth

with the Pegasus
and the civilian fleet.

With Pegasus?
What about Galactica?

I know why we left
those people behind.

And I know it was
their choice

in the first place
to be down there.

And I realize

that the survival
of the human race

outweighs anything else.

But this time...

I can't live with it.

Can't face it.

Maybe I'm a coward.

But I'm going back.

Dad, you won't
have a chance.

I'm going back, son.

[laughs]

[Leoben] Once I fertilized your egg,

we transferred it to a human woman

who carried it to term.

She was pretty, funny.

Great smile.

You would've liked her.

Although her birth mother died during childbirth,

Kacey's heart never faltered.

I guess she gets that
will to live from you.

I've seen her path.

It's difficult, but rewarding.

She'll know the mind of God in this lifetime.

She'll see patterns that others do not see.

She probably got such
spiritual clarity from me.

She'll be hungry soon.

There's food on the table.

You wouldn't let your own
child starve, would you?

It's not my child.

I don't even know
if it's human.

[Leoben]
Half-human.

And you know
that she's yours.

You just won't admit it.

Where the frak you going?

Take this with you.

Hey!

Don't leave me
alone with this.

[door shuts]Frak.

I don't know who
or what you are,

but I do know this.

I'm not your mother.

I don't care
that it's effective.

I don't care that
the Cylons can't stop it.

It's wrong.

No more suicide bombings,
Colonel.

You understand?

What, are you working
for the Cylons now?

I'm sorry.
There's no excuse for that.

You see, little things
like that,

they don't matter anymore.

In fact, not too frakking
much really matters anymore.

I've got one job here, lady,
and one job only.

To disrupt the Cylons.

Make them worry
about the anthill

they've stirred up down here

so they're distracted
and out of position

when the old man shows up
in orbit.

The bombings, they got
the Cylons' attention.

They really
got their attention,

and I am not
giving that up.

[Roslin] We are talking about
people blowing themselves up.

You know, sometimes I think

that you've got
ice water in those veins,

and other times I think

you're just a naive little
schoolteacher.

I've sent men

on suicide missions
in two wars now.

And let me tell you something.

It don't make a godsdamn
bit of difference

whether they're
riding in a Viper

or walking out
onto a parade ground.

In the end,
they're just as dead.

So take your piety
and your moralizing

and your high-minded
principles

and stick 'em
someplace safe

until you're off this rock

and you're sitting
in your nice cushy chair

on Colonial Oneagain.

I've got a war to fight.

[Sharon] The detentions are just causing more resentment.

And more enemies.

We're losing ground with the people.

[Caprica Six]
I know.

We don't have
another option.

We have to send
the message

that suicide bombings
won't be tolerated.

Excuse me, sir.
Can I talk to you for a moment?

Yeah, sure, Jammer.

I'll catch up with you.Okay.

Sharon, I don't know
exactly how to broach this.

Nor do I know exactly what
I expect you to do about it.

But, um, I thought,
you know,

since we were...

Anyway, since we were
back on the Galactica...

Yeah, Jammer,
just spit it out.

We picked up Chief Tyrol's
wife in the last raid.

Cally.
She's in detention.

I think she's
on a list.

[Kacey singing
Ring Around the Rosey]

♪ Ashes, ashes

[Kacey laughing]

[Kacey laughing]

♪ Ashes, ashes ♪

[laughs]

Frak!

[Kacey]
Mommy.

[thud]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Kacey?

[monitors beeping]

[door opens and closes]

[Leoben]
Kara?

[Sharon]
Hi, Cally.

It's me, Boomer.

I wish I had a gun.

[exhales deeply]

Are you all right?
Physically, I mean.

What do you want from me?

Look, a lot's happened.

In everyone's life.

But I want you to know...

I want you and Galen to know

that I'm happy for you.

Especially since
you started a family.

Something that him and I
talked about once before.

Can you get me
out of here?

I don't know.

I have nothing to do
with internal security...

Then frak you, Sharon,

you stupid
frakked-up toaster.

How many times do I have
to shoot you, anyway?

If you can't help me,
then just go away

and leave us alone!

[man on PA]
All human personnel

prepare to present
identification

before passing through
security scanner.

Have your IDs out.

Everyone have their
work IDs ready.

Work IDs out.

You!

Open your bag.

Stop her!

[screaming]

23 Cylons critically wounded.

14 had to be euthanized.

They had casualties too.

Four human dead.

Who gives a frak about that?
Pardon my language.

[Cavil 2]
You said it, brother.

The power substation
was crippled.

Almost half the city's
without power,

and our best estimates put
the repairs at two weeks.

Do you still think
we're being too hard

on the human population?

We have a very serious,
very straightforward problem.

Either we increase control
or we lose control.

That's a fact.

We think it's time
for stronger measures.

We agree.

We agree.

We agree as well.
How about you?

We agree also.

Most of us do, anyway.

Enough.

What's this?

This orders
the summary executions

of all the detainees
listed on the next page.

It requires
your signature.

My signature?

You're the president.

Read it later.
Sign now.

Just because you've
decided to do this

doesn't mean you need to drag
him into sin with you.

Don't you lecture me
about sin.

I'm not the one who committed
the first act

of Cylon on Cylon violence
in our history.

What's she talking about?

She crushed my head in
with a rock back on Caprica.

Interesting she didn't
tell you.

It's something I had to do.
I'm not proud of it.

This is all very interesting.
Very edifying.

Sign the order.

You don't need my signature.

[D'Anna] Well, actually, we do.

We're here as allies
and friends

of the legitimate government
of the Colonies.

You are the president,

so everything we do
requires your signature.

In other words,
they're worried about

what "God" might think
if they commit murder.

They're covering
their existential asses.

I won't do it.

All right, I won't do it.

You're going to have to
salve your consciences

some other way.

Then we'll find
another president.

Stop this.

This is crazy!

[gunshot]

Dear God.

She'll be back.

But if he pulls that trigger
now, you won't.

Sign it.

Sign it!

Sign your name!
Sign it!

Sign it!

[Six] There's nothing you can
do, Gaius.

It'll be okay.

It's you.

Help me.

You have to sign it.

They'll kill you
if you don't.

Sign it! Sign it!
Sign it!

Sign your name!
Sign it!

I can't.
I won't.

You can't force...

Sometimes you have
to do things you hate

so you can survive
to fight another day.

[Adama] Raise your right
hand and repeat after me.

I, Sharon Agathon...

I, Sharon Agathon...

do now pledge my faith
and my loyalty...

do now pledge my faith
and my loyalty...

to the protection of
the 12 Colonies of Kobol.

to the protection of
the 12 Colonies of Kobol.

And will carry out the lawful
orders of my superiors...

And will carry out the lawful
orders of my superiors...

as an officer...

as an officer...

in the Colonial fleet.

In the Colonial fleet.

Congratulations,
Lieutenant.

Never thought I'd live
to see the day.

Me neither.

Looks good on you.

Belongs on you.

You know what this
means to me.

One of the first things
they taught us at the Academy

was that symbols matter.

Uniforms, flags, banners,
even mascots.

They're like pieces of
your heart you can look at.

This uniform...

it means a lot to me,
Sharon.

I know it does, Helo.

It means a lot to me, too.

I won't betray it.

Thanks.

Can I ask you
a question?

How do you know?

I mean, how do you really
know that you can trust me?

I don't.

That's what trust is.

Good hunting,
Lieutenant.

Whew. Heh!

That was
really something.

[laughs]

Thought you might
like that.

You didn't do
the twist this time.

What do you call...

What's that deal
you did right at the end?

What do you call that?

You mean the swirl.

Oh, the swirl.

[laughs] Boy,
that's really something.

Well, you said you wanted
something memorable.

Hmm.

How is Saul?

Fine.

When's his next meeting with the insurgents?

No point in
denying it, Ellen.

We know
he's their leader.

Why do you think we let him
out of detention?

I thought it was
because of the twist.

Well, yes,
that too, for sure.

But having the colonel out
and active with the resistance

presents us
with certain advantages.

I don't know anything
about...

Let's just consider your denials as read, shall we?

I want a specific place,

and I want a specific time

for a very high level meeting
of the insurgency leadership.

And if I don't get it,
we pick up Saul again.

And this time,
he'll lose more than an eye.

Tomorrow, the Galactica
is going to send

two Raptors,
several Marines,

and a ground liaison
officer is gonna brief us

on the rescue mission and
help coordinate our evac plans.

I'll be damned.
It's really happening.

Who's the liaison officer?

Sharon.

I hope that's
your idea of a joke.

Admiral Adama has given her
a uniform and a billet.

She is a serving officer.

Which is more than you
can say about us,

technically speaking.

The old man's lost his mind,
all right.

Where's the rendezvous?

They left that up to us.

Okay, here's
my suggestion.

If they Jump into
Breeder's Canyon

out here in the southern range...

[knock]

Come.

Hi, guys.

Hey.
Ellen.

Anyway,
like I was saying,

if they Jump in here

they won't get picked up
on Cylon DRADIS.

That's a long way
out there.

A lot of ground
to cover by foot.

I realize that.

I'm gonna meet them halfway.
Right about here.

Now, there's good cover
from the air.

It's pretty isolated.

Gotta be sure.

May be the most
important meeting

we're ever gonna have.

Colonel, I'm sure.
This is the place.

The Cylons will not
find them here.

All right,
give me the map.

You got the message
memorized?

All the wireless freqs? Yes, sir.

Well, then give me the message, too.

I'll do that, Saul.

Don't get up.

Thanks.

[Anders]
Colonel, I've assembled a team

of about six to eight
men and women

about half a dozen times.

We have provisions for a couple of days if we need 'em.

We have access
to running water.

I know that place
like the back of my hand.

This is gonna work.

[Gaeta]
Gaius!

Gaius!

Did you sign this?

Tell me you didn't
sign this, Gaius.

Not now, Mr. Gaeta.
I'm very tired.

This is a death warrant.

Have you seen the names
on this list?

Do you have any idea what
they're about to do out there?

Are you listening to me?

I didn't have any choice.

What the hell's
the matter with you?

There are over 200 names
on this list.

Have you even looked
at the names?

Look at the names, Gaius! I've seen them!

I've seen them,
all right?

And there was nothing
I could do.

[policeman #1]
Back to your frakking tents.

[policeman #2]
Everybody back to your tents.

And you do triple digits.
You can do that.

Let me see...

[policewoman]
Laura Roslin.

Come with us, please.

Killing Tyrol's wife will
only embitter him against us.

He's the head
of a labor union.

Come on, Sharon, let's just
be honest with one another.

In your view,
you don't think

there's any reason to kill
any of them, correct?

Right. Well, we made a decision.

All of us.

Just like when
we listened to you

and Caprica Six
when we came here

to start this new
and glorious chapter

in Cylon-Human relations.

This has nothing to do
with whether or not

we execute Cally.

No one enjoys the thought
of mortal death, Boomer.

But she tried
to murder you.

Maybe it's God's justice.

Unh.

Need a lift,
Mr. Vice President?

Guess so.

Haven't seen
much of you lately.

Been busy these days?

Well, not much to do
in detention.

How long
have you been held?

Four months, I think.

I told Baltar
I wouldn't have

any part of collaborating
with the Cylons.

And he got
a little pissed.

I think he's a little
pissed at me, too.

Heh!

[Sharon]
Jump complete.

Right on target.

Okay, hang on, guys.

I'm dropping down
to the landing point

and there's some heavy
turbulence up ahead.

Follow the river.
Make sure you hug the bank.

[Sharon] Okay,
once we reach the rendezvous point,

stay back
and provide cover.

[Sharon] Go, Panthers!

C-Bucks rule!

Hey, Sam.

Been a long time.

Funny. I feel like
I see you every day.

Come on.
Let's go.

[monitors beeping]

Lords...

please don't
take her life.

It was my mistake.
Don't punish her for it.

It was
an accident, Kara.

Nothing more.

Kacey?

Kacey, oh, my gods.

Honey.

Let them stretch their legs
for a minute.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

All right, everybody out.

Five minute rest break.
Come on, move!

Everybody out!
Give minute rest break.

Come on, let's go!

Come on, five minutes.
Everyone out.

Let's go.
Let's move.

Come on.
Move, people!

Tell me something, Laura. Hmm?

Last year?
Mmm?

You tried to steal
the election, didn't you?

Yes, I did, Tom.

[laughs]

Oh.

I wish you'd gone
through with it.

Me too.

We'll wait
until nightfall

before we go back
to the city.

There's a system of tunnels
we've been using...

Shh!
Did you hear that?

[Anders]
Take cover!

Take cover!

[Sharon]
Go!

You. Over here.

Run.

Run.
Don't look back.

Go!

[Centurions approaching]

[people shouting]

[breathing hard]

[gunfire]

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