Previously on Battlestar Galactica. Mm! Now you're telling me you're a machine. The robot. You knew I wanted access to the defence mainframe. Do you have any idea what they'll do to me if they find out? Get down! Moments ago, this ship received word that a Cylon attack against our home worlds is underway. As of this moment, we are at war. All right, we can take three more people. I'm givin' up my seat. I have decided you're an expression of my subconscious mind playing itself out during my waking states. So I'm only in your head? No! There may be Cylon agents living among us. Some may not know they're Cylons at all. They could be sleeper agents programmed to perfectly impersonate human beings until activation. (CLOCK TICKS) (MACHINE BEEPS) And one minute to mark. (BEEPS) God has a plan for you, Gaius. He has a plan for everything and everyone. Gaius, are you even listening to me? "Passengers, 30 seconds to mark." Planet. Men, women, age. You know what? Do this after the jump. It's all right. Go ahead. Yes, Madam President. You have to believe in something. I believe in the world I can and do understand. The rational universe, explained through rational means. I love you. That's not rational. No. No, but you're not rational. You're also not really here. Neither am I. (TANNOY) "Madam President, ladies and gentlemen, our 33 minutes are almost up once again. "Please prepare for our faster-than-light jump. Thank you." Cutting it a little close this time, aren't we, Billy? The pilot says they've had to reboot the FTL computer again. Why do the Cylons come every 33 minutes? Why isn't it 34 or 35? Cally. What? Shut up. 15 seconds. Sir, jump 237 underway. 53 ships have jumped. 10 still reporting trouble with their FTL drives, including Colonial 1. We're getting slower. Maybe this time... (BUZZERS) Dradis contact. It's the Cylons. Dammit. Not this time. Maybe the next. I got another idea for the next cycle. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid the Cylons have appeared again." However, our FTL drive's now working, and we will jump momentarily". Five days now. There are limits to the human body, to the human mind. Tolerances that you can't push beyond. Well, those are facts. Provable facts. Everyone has their limit. All right, you know the drill, people. Scatter formation. "Keep them off the civies and don't stray beyond the recovery line." Watch the ammo hoists in the main guns. You've got a red light there! (CLUNK!) We have a hit on the starboard bow. Away the damage control parties. Basestar is launching raiders. Colonial 1 is ready to jump. All civilian ships away, including Colonial 1. Recover fighters. Stand by to jump. Combat landings! All parties aboard, sir. Execute jump. Jump 237 complete. All civilian ships present and accounted for, sir. Start the clock. And let's start prepping for the next jump. Clock is running. 33 minutes. Mark. We got 32 minutes, people. You know you're not safe. No, of course not. The Cylons will follow us again, as they have the last 237 times. You're right, you know. There are limits. Eventually, you'll make a mistake. And then you'll kill us all. Yes. Yes, I know, but... not for another 33 minutes. (CLOCK TICKS) - VOICE-OVER: Morning, Ricky. - What? - You're in an ad for fibre. - What's that? - It's a tiny cable under your feet connecting New Zealand to fast, reliable broadband. Let's go. (PAINT SPLASHES) ECHOES: Aah! I thought you said it was a tiny cable. - It is. This is a metaphor. And as the country's needs grow, our fibre network can deliver way, way more when we need it. It's bigger than we can even imagine, Ricky. (RUMBLING BUILDS) ("BATTLESTAR GALACTICA" THEME) (CLOCK TICKS) I wanna try something new this time. Divide the fleet into six groups. Then they jump... (GROANS) Then they jump two more times, and on the fourth jump, we rendezvous at a common set of coordinates. 24 jumps to plot. We're breaking our humps calculating one jump every 33 minutes. Get off my jacket. Are you eating this? Not anymore. Combat landings expected, again, to be the order of the day, so... double-check your undercarriage before, er... Look, you've all done this 237 times. You know what to do. No mistakes, and let's make it to 238. Good luck and be careful out there. Keep safe. Remember. Never forget. Can you do me a favour? Tell Captain Apollo he owes me one wing. No, Cally, there's three. I know there's three. Can you check it again for me, please? Yeah. At least get some of them starting to work. Hey. We'll sleep when we're dead. Come on. Boomer, have you heard the latest? They say Cylons look like us now. Primary fuel? Primary fuel 2893 KNG. A marine told one of the pilots that we marooned some guy back on Aragna because the XL thought that he was a Cylon. You know what? I don't give a frak. Red light in the No 4 thruster. Go make a visual ID, see if it's blocked. Right. "Right." A little rough on the new ECO, don't you think? He's not my ECO. He's some refugee from Triton that I've been saddled with, and I didn't ask you. Helo's gone, Sharon. I didn't ask you that either. I'm sorry. Colony? Sagittarian. How many have you got` 5,251 survivors from Sagittarian, last count. We can't transmit photos yet. So if you want, you can leave them here with us, or you can put them on the board outside. I'm sorry. Thanks. Next? Colony? Update on the head count, Madam President. How did we lose 300? There were some over-counts, erm, a few deaths from wounds, and a few missing during the last attack. Do you want children, Gaius? Hm. Let me think about that for a minute. No. Procreation is one of God's commandments. Really? Well, I'm sure, someday, if you're a good Cylon, he'll reward you with a lovely little toaster of your very own. I want us to have a child, Gaius. You can't be serious? It's Dr Emerak. What was that? Um... So sorry for interrupting you while you were speaking. You were just saying? Oh. I was` I was just saying that a Dr, er, Emerak had requested to speak with the President. Dr Emerak. I see. D'you know him? Have you always been able to multi-task like this? Yes. Yes. I used to work with him at the Ministry of Defence. It says here that, um, he's uncovered important information regarding how the Cylons were able to defeat colonial defences. I was a little worried he was on to us. Were you? Going to speak to him? Perhaps I should speak to him if you're busy. Uh, actually, I-I think he wanted to speak directly with the President. Sounded urgent. Must be very, very important. Maybe something about a certain traitor in the President's inner circle? Right. There's not enough time before we jump. I want him on board first thing during the next cycle. Oh, thank you, Doctor. I'd say you have a serious problem. Mm. If I can help... He's a strange one, isn't he? Cuckoo. Mm. (PANTS) (BEEPING) (BOOM!) (MECHANICAL WHIR) (GUNSHOT) Argh! (PANTS) - Step up. - Step sideways ` - that little step before the big one... - ...into that new office,... - ...new career,... - ...new mindset,... - ...because you can do it. - Tautoko. - So make tracks. (CLOCK TICKS) DC. 12 more cases of nervous exhaustion. That makes 61. Have the doc start pumping him up with stimulants and get them back on the line. Pilots too. Fuel report. One out of three, every other cycle. That's gonna come back and bite us in the ass. Yeah, well, we have too much work and not enough people to do it. Fuel report. I already signed one of these. Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. Comm traffic ` two from the President. Is this my 10 minutes or is this yours? Yours. I took 10 last time. All right. I'll see you guys in combat. I believe it was your 10 minutes. The old man's so tired he can't remember that it's his turn. Hey, you, um... you see the note from the XO? Yeah, I saw it. No way. Kara, everyone else` I don't fly with stems. They blunt your reflexes, your reaction time. C'mon, Kara, give me a break. This` Why are we arguing about this? I have no idea. Neither do I. You're the KAG. Act like one. What the hell does that mean? It means that you're still acting like you're everyone's best friend. We're not friends. You're the KAG. "Be careful out there"? Our job isn't to be careful. It's to shoot Cylons out of the frakkin' sky. "Good hunting" is what you say. And now one of your idiot pilots is acting like a child and refusing to take her pills. So she either says "yes, sir" and obeys a direct order or you smack her in the mouth and you drag her sorry ass down to sick bay and you make her take those pills. (BOTH SNORT) Well, I'm glad I'm not working for you. You're damn right you're glad. (LAUGHS) So do I have to smack you in the mouth, Lieutenant? No, sir. I'll take my pills. Oh. Perfect. (CLEARS THROAT) Carry on. Yes, sir. PA: Pilots to ready room for pre-flight briefing. Pilots to ready room. What? (LABOURED BREATHS) (GROANS) Jump 238 complete. Start the clock. 33 minutes. Mark. All civilian ships present and... (BEEPING) Strike my last. One civilian ship missing and unaccounted for, sir. Which one? The Olympic Carrier. A commercial passenger vessel. Were they left behind? I think I accounted for all civilian ships before we left, sir. You think? Did you or didn't you? They're... They're not logged in, sir. I think they may have been left behind. How many people aboard ship? 1,345 souls, sir. You're telling me we left over 1300 people to die at the hands of the Cylon? It may not have been her fault, sir. It may have simply been a navigational error and they jumped to the wrong coordinates, or the Cylons may have destroyed the ship before they jumped` Or 50 other things may have happened. The point is we don't know what the hell did happen. Yes, we're tired. Yes, there's no relief. Yes, the Cylons keep coming after us time after time after time, and, yes, we are still expected to do our jobs! We make mistakes, people die. There aren't many of us left. Carry on. OK, next crisis. (SIGHS) List of calls. Yes. But first, where's the doctor that's supposed to be on board? What's his name? Dr Emerak. Yes. Dr Emerak. Oh. He was on the Olympic Carrier. (BIRDS SING) God is watching out for you, Gaius. The universe is a vast and complex system. Coincidental, serendipitous events are bound to occur. Indeed, they're to be expected. It's part of the pattern, part of the plan. Dr Emerak posed a threat to you. Now he's gone. Logic says there's a connection. A connection maybe, but not God. There is no God, or gods, singular or plural. There are no large invisible men ` or women, for that matter ` in the sky taking a personal interest in the fortunes of Gaius Baltar. Be careful. That which God gives He can also take away. 15 seconds. (BEEPING) Maybe this time. (BEEPING) Dradis? No enemy contacts. Keep the clock running. Whaddya think? I think we wait. (BEEPING) (EXHALES) Get me the President. Why this time? Was it something that you did? We had a new plan, but we didn't have time to implement it yet. Well, we lost that ship during the last cycle, the Olympic Carrier. Does that have something to do with it? Possibly. Are you there? Yeah, I'm here. What do we do now, Commander? I've got people on the verge over here. We gotta go to Condition Two. We have to take advantage of this time. Let our people get some rest. All right. And how long do we stay at Condition Two? Until I'm satisfied they're not gonna return. It's a military decision. Y... It is. I know that. You're right. And I defer to your decision. And, Commander, let your men and women, er, know how grateful I am for the job that they are doing. Please, thank them for me. "Thank you, Madam President." Thank you. Contact Apollo. Tell him to set up a combat patrol around the fleet. Order his other pilots to land immediately. All right, people, you heard the order. Er, Boomer, Starbuck, form up with me. We'll fly the first CAP. I want everyone else back on Galactica and in their racks. Three-hour rotation. Hey, Apollo, not that I'm not honoured by being chosen to sit in my cockpit for the next three hours, but... But why you? Mm. Take a guess. Cos I'm on drugs? (CHUCKLES) You got it. This patrol is 100% stimulated. (LAUGHS) Does anyone else feel like they have frakkin' ants crawling behind their eyeballs? Hey, how about you, Boomer? Doc tells me you're holding up better than anybody in the squadron. I'm tired, like everybody else. You never seem it. KARA: It's cos she's a Cylon. You're just gonna make me come over there and kick your ass, aren't you? Whoa. OK, OK. Let's set up a patrol here before somebody gets hurt. Follow me. Copy that, Apollo. Oh, a couple of hours rack time does sound awfully sweet right about now. You deserve it. You know, the truth is... all this has me feeling, well, more alive than I have in years. You look that way, too. It's good to see you without the cup in your hand. Ah, don't start. But I know there's a lot of people aboard this ship that wish you weren't feeling as good as you are. (CHUCKLES) If the crew doesn't hate the XO, then he's not doing his job. Besides, you gotta make the old man look good. I always look good. Look in a mirror. Seriously... Sir. It's one thing to push the crew; it's another thing to break 'em. (BEEPING) Dradis contact. Bearing 348, carom 120. One ship. Getting a recognition signal. COMPUTER: Initiating response flash mode. Alpha, Alpha. It's the Olympic Carrier, sir. Is that confirmed? It's confirmed, sir. Thank the gods. Action stations. Put the fleet into Condition 1. I want all Vipers manned and ready, but keep 'em in the tubes. And Mr Gaeta... Sir? Restart the clock. 33 minutes. I hope you're wrong. So do I. So do I. No, no, no, no, no. It's all wrong. If they were left behind, why didn't the Cylons destroy them? Why are they showing up now? It's God's punishment for your lack of faith. Oh, that's just great, that is! A more logical and useful explanation, please. All right. The Olympic Carrier's been infiltrated by Cylon agents. They've been tracking the ship all along. No. Then that means... Logically, in order for you to survive, the Olympic Carrier should be destroyed. "Olympic Carrier. Olympic Carrier, this is Raptor 478, callsign Boomer. "I have you in visual contract. "Please respond on this channel. Over." "Raptor 478, this is the Olympic Carrier. "We have you in visual contact. "Thank the Lords of Kobol. You don't know how relieved we are to see you." "Roger that, Olympic Carrier. "Can I ask about your whereabouts?" "We had trouble with our FTL drive. "Took us almost three hours to fix." Have Boomer ask him how they escaped the Cylons. "Olympic Carrier, Boomer. "I've been directed to ask you how you escaped from the Cylons." "You got me. They were closing in on us when the rest of you were jumping. I thought we were goners. "They just broke off. "Someone must've been watching out for us." "Roger that." "One other thing, Boomer ` I've got a Dr Emerak on board. "He claims he has an urgent matter to discuss with the President. He's been driving me crazy." Olympic Carrier, can you be more specific? "I'm afraid I can't. "He knows something about a traitor in our midst, "and he's unwilling to share any more than that." Madam President, I strongly recommend that we cut off all wireless communication with that ship right away. (STAMMERS) Why, what do`? Why? Look, forgive me for being rude, but wake up, all right? The only reason that ship's still flying is because the Cylons let them survive! They've been tracking that ship all along. Dr Baltar` There's probably a Cylon agent aboard! Calm down! Start over. Please, Madam President, I implore you. Listen to me. Cut off radio communication with that ship before they send, via broadcast signal, another computer virus to infect our ship shortly before they blow us all up. Commander Adama, are you on the line? Cut off the speakers. Put it through the line. Yes, Madam President. And I'm inclined to agree with Dr Baltar. Good. So do I. Thank the gods you're with us. God's got nothing to do with this. Boomer, Galactica. Your orders are to jam all transmissions from the Olympic Carrier. No further voice contact is authorised. Roger that, Galactica. "Boomer, Galactica. Orders are to send the Olympic Carrier the following message by signal light." Message begins ` 'Maintain present position. "'Do not, repeat, do not approach the fleet until further notice.' Message ends." I'm getting a bad feeling about where this is headed. So am I. If the ship poses a threat, we have to eliminate that threat. I don't think they got the message, Apollo. Yeah, I see it. Boomer, break wireless silence on my authority. Warn them to stop their engines immediately. I suggest we evacuate the passengers and destroy the ship. It solves the problem if they're tracking. What if they're tracking one of the passengers? "Olympic Carrier, Olympic Carrier, "you are ordered to stop your engines immediately. "Acknowledge. "Apollo, they're not responding." "Are you using the same channel?" "Yeah. But suddenly nobody's home." Starbuck, fire a burst across their bow. Copy that. It's... Boomer, let Galactica know we have a problem out here. Commander, message from Boomer. The Olympic Carrier's heading directly toward us, sir. They're refusing all orders to stop. "Galactica, they're still not responding and continue to head towards the fleet. "Request instructions." Order the fleet to execute jump 240. Get us between that ship and the fleet. Commander! Dradis contact. Strike that ` multiple Dradis contacts. It's the Cylons. (ALARM BLARES) Cylons are on an intercept course. They'll be in weapons range within... two minutes. (WARNING BEEPS) Radiological alarm! Radiological alarm. From where? The Olympic Carrier, sir. They've got nukes on board. Madam President, we have to eliminate the Olympic Carrier immediately. There are 1300 people on that ship. "We don't know that. "The Cylons may have captured them already." She's not gonna do it. She has to do it. It's not her decision, Gaius. No? It's God's choice. He wants you to repent. Look, at this point, there's no choice. It's either them or us. Repent of your sins. Accept His true love and you will be saved. I repent. I repent. I... repent. Do it. "We have new orders. We are directed to destroy the Olympic Carrier" and return to Galactica. It's a civilian ship. "Yeah, a civilian ship with nukes." "I don't see anybody in there. Do you?" The Cylons will be here any second. If we're gonna do this, let's just do it. Starbuck, form up with me. We'll make one pass from the stern. "Lee, what if you're wrong?! "Lee, come on. "Lee!" OK, fire on my mark. No frakkin' way, Lee. Lee?! Come on! Mark. (THUNDER RUMBLES) (GASPS) Are you alive? Agathon. Karl C. Lieutenant Junior Grey, Colonial Fleet PK... 789-9348. I know who you are. Helo, it's all right. I'm a friend. (GUNSHOT) (GASPS) Sharon? What are you doing here? I... Can you walk? Yeah. Yeah, yeah. I think so. What are you doing here? I thought` Just move, mister! Sir. Son. I gave the order. It was my responsibility. I pulled the trigger. That's mine. Madam President. Madam President? I'm sorry, you were saying something. 24 hours, no Cylons. At least you know it was the right choice. The right choice. I'm sorry, Billy, I think I'd like some time alone, please. Of course. Yeah. What is it? It's the update on the head count. Subtract how many? Actually, you can add one. Erm, a baby was born this morning on the Rising Star. A boy. A baby. Yep. Thank you. 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