Previously on Battlestar Galactica... Radiological alarm! From where? The Olympic Carrier, sir. They've got nukes on board. The ship poses a threat to us. We have to eliminate that threat. The Cylons will be here any second. If we're gonna do this, let's just do it! It's a civilian ship. Do it! Giving up my seat. Like hell! Sharon? What're you doing here? Let's move, mister! Oh, excuse me, Lieutenant? Good evening. Sir? Is something wrong? No, sir, it's just morning, sir. What time is it? 05.45. (GASPS) Oh my God! Oh my God! Where are the rest of them? PA: Attention. Colonial One will Arrive in 30 minutes. Honour detail report to the quarterdeck. Where the hell is it? Damn! Sonofabitch! (ANNOUNCEMENT REPEATS) I heard you the first time! One... two... three... four... five... Five. Do it! (GASPS) I can't stop thinking about the Olympic Carrier. That was three days ago. It's ancient history under these circumstances. Leave the second-guessing to the historians. But don't we have a responsibility? I mean, as... as leaders, don't we have an obligations to question our actions, to make sure that the decisions we make are the right decisions? We did what we had to do. A man takes responsibility for his actions, right or wrong. He accepts the consequences or lives with them... Every day. 'Colonial One, Galactica.' 'Proceed to docking. Contact CIC when you have hard seal.' 'Roger that, Galactica.' Excuse me, Madam President. We've arrived. Don't tell me we have to go through this every time I step on that ship. No, ma'am, but they will always render honours for your arrival. The military do love their protocol. If they knew you didn't like it - No, let Adama sound the trumpets. It makes him feel more comfortable, and then maybe he'll be easier to deal with. That's smart. No, it's not smart. It's politics. I think I'm going to get tired of this outfit, seeing as I only have three for the rest of my life. It looks fine. Fine? It looks... great. You don't know anything about women, do you? Shall we? Let's go be presidential. I speak for the entire fleet when I say thank you. Without your extraordinary dedication, your tireless effort, your sacrifice, no one of us would be here today. I'm proud to serve as your president. Thank you. (APPLAUSE) Carry on. Sir, the Virgon Express is manoeuvring alongside. They're standing by for unrep. Thank you very much, Dee. Officer of the watch, proceed with the unrep. Aye, sir. Step this way. Thank you. Chief, a word with you, please? Yes, sir. Just one second. What's up? Got a problem. Lieutenant, everything ready for inspection. Virgon Express, Galactica. We have you in visual contact. Maintain current course and speed. Roger that, Galactica. Maintain current course and speed. Powering up stabilisation gyros 24A through 48C. Galactica's water recycling system is about 100% effective. Not one drop of water is wasted aboard. We have enough water for several years. I see. Ships like the Virgon Express were not made for long-term voyages. They'll have to tank off us periodically. Right. Whatever it is, we can take care of it, OK? All right? Now, tell me what happened. What's going on? There are six G4 detonators missing from the small-arms locker on deck 15. Commander, ready to extend the water boom. Excuse me. How's it going? Oh, boy. I feel like a... Tour guide. It shows, huh? Well, she was a teacher. Probably sees all this as one big educational experience. He thinks I'm a total idiot, doesn't he? What? Uh... no, sir. No. It's all right. Munitions go missing, you gotta tell the master at arms! Right now! You can't screw around with stuff like this! I'm not screwing around, OK? They're gonna think I'm the one who took them! How're things? Things are good. You look good. I really... I really like your hair. My hair? I don't know anything about women. Madam President, if I may... I think you should know that my father... well, that this entire ceremony was his idea. I know. Think he's enjoying it? Well, actually he hates protocol, pomp and all that. Really? He's making a gesture. Trying to make you feel like the president. Open valves 3 and 5. I took one detonator from the duffel, replaced it, and then went back to my quarters. Well... uh... you know what? It's not your fault. Someone's obviously setting you up to take the fall for something. You wake up and don't know how you got there? You're drugged or manipulated or who knows what? What do we do? Cos if I report what's happened, they'll think I'm a Cylon agent. No, they're not! No, no, no! Why would they think that? That's crazy. People are getting crazy. You heard the rumours. Cylons who look like humans ` sleeper agents hiding in the fleet. (CRASHING) Decompression alarm. Damage report, Mr Gaeta. Ruptures in tanks 3, 5, 7, 9... The lines are gonna blow. Release the lines. Veer away starboard. Every tank on the port side is ruptured. We're venting all our water directly into space. CIC to DC1. We're entering the tank. 'Roger that, DC1.' Raptor 478 to DC1. I have you in my sights. Copy that, DC1. I have you in sight. Understood. How's it look in there? Can you tell what happened? Don't worry about my team. Everything's under control. Copy that, DC1. Feel better knowing you're on it. Watch your light. You're off-target. How much water did we lose? 10 million JPs, sir. Almost 60% of total portable water reserves. Emergency rations. Shut down laundry, showers, everything non-essential immediately. Yes, sir. How long will our water supplies last? Aboard Galactica, about six days. But a third of the ships in the fleet depend on us for replenishment If we don't find supplies they'll run out of water in two days. One third, that's 16,000 people. Tell their captains to go on emergency rations immediately. There'll be riots on those ships. Civilians don't like hearing they can't bathe, wash clothes or drink more than a thimble a day. Thank you for the warning, Colonel. That will all, Mr Gaeta. One more thing, Lieutenant. Do you have any theories about what may have caused the accident? There are many theories at this point, Madam President. Give a guess. I tell my officers not to guess. I prefer to wait until we have fact. Indulge me. Take a guess, Mr Gaeta. I'd say the most likely explanation is that the tank was structurally weakened during the Cylon nuclear detonation during the first attack. That caused it to buckle and rupture. But it's too early to say, sir. Interesting. Thank you, Lieutenant. I've ordered an astronomical survey of nearby star systems for potential water sources. Colonel? Yes, sir. Chief, take a look at this! What have you got? Not sure. It looks like burn marks from an explosive. What do you think? It's, um... tough to tell. It's pretty rusted out. Optical and X-ray telescopes say there are five systems within our practical jump radius. All five have planetary bodies with potential for water in either a liquid or frozen state. Put together a plan for Raptors to scout each system. I want the first launch at 17.30. Yes, sir. How likely are we to find water on any of these planets? You want me to guess? Colonel. Sir. My apologies, Madam President. Difficult day for everyone. I understand. Most planets are just hunks of rock or balls of gas. The galaxy's a barren and desolate place when you get down to it. Thank you, Colonel. Rationing will make our supply problem worse. Dr Baltar, please share the results of your study. I've calculated that the rate of consumption regarding basic foodstuffs for the civilian population, based on information available at the time, the current civilian population of 45,265 will require at minimum, 82 tons of grain, 85 tons of meat, 119 tons of fruit, 304 tons of vegetables and... 2.5 million JPs of water. Is that per month? Per week. Well, they found your raptor. A few or a lot? That's what you get for coming back for me. Frak! Yeah. I was sure they didn't track me coming in. I know. I set the jiggers to pulse. I'm sure you did. I didn't set off any detection grids, DRADIS sweeps or pingers. Never send a pilot to do an ECO's job. I can do your job. That's why the toasters are crawling all over our ride out of here. I don't suppose we have a plan B? Plans B,C,D and E are the same as plan A. Get back to the ship. Where are we going? Don't ask questions. Just follow me. Yes, sir! Um, so far we've found five discrete detonation points in the tank, and we believe there may be a sixth. I've suspected, due to the size of the residual scoring, and the burn points, that we're dealing with a G4-type explosive. So I requested a spot check of all inventory from the master at arms, and she indicated to me that there are six detonators missing from a small-arms locker in the port flight pod. So one detonator may still be unaccounted for. Have the master at arms post guards at all small-arms lockers immediately It's already done, sir. She also has opened an investigation into who may have had access to that locker. However, due to, um, spotty record-keeping and lax internal security procedures since the attacks, she believes we may never know who took the detonators. Chief, thank you very much. Everyone except for Col Tigh, Capt Adama and Dr Baltar are released. Please remember, this briefing is strictly confidential. There is at least one Cylon aboard the Galactica. How many people know Cylons look human? The rumour mill is working overtime. Half the ship's talking about it. For most people, rumours are all they'll ever be. How many people actually know? Five people in this room, plus three marines. Let's keep it that way. People will be accusing each other of being Cylons for no reason. I agree. Dr Baltar, how are we doing on the screenings? Screenings? Screening the crew for Cylon agents. 'Do you remember the first time you lied to a woman?' Other than your mother, that is. Other than my mother? Cherie Bennet. Fourth grade. In the playground, behind the band room. 'If you show me yours, I'll show you mine.' She did. I did... not. I think I slept with her, actually. Many years later, of course. Of course. Did she turn out to be a beautiful woman? As a matter of fact, she did. Very beautiful. But every woman has her beauty. Her... feminine charms that are hers and hers along. 'Doctor?' Doctor? The screenings... Tell you the truth, there are significant problems implementing my Cylon detection method that I used aboard Galactica previously, because I've run out of natural resources. I need chemical compounds. For example, the precursor test, I need large samples of, um... tetrahydracylin. I needn't tell you, it's a highly volatile compound. Let me stop you there. Your intellect obviously outstrips everyone in this room. But it's also obvious by the way you're talking... in order to make large-scale screenings, you're going to need help. Staff, resources. Yes. Er... That is exactly what I'm saying. Exactly. Although, um... more staff... Someone snooping around watching your every move? Maybe it'll be a woman. You can find her secret beauty. 'I'll assign Lt Gaeta. to aid you in anything that you might need. So much for that. But the need for secrecy... This falls into the absolutely necessary category. Your screening may be critical to our very survival. Humanity's very survival rests in your hands. Now, if you only you had an actual Cylon detector. It's a critical mission, Boomer. We already have fights breaking out on some ships over water rations. There's panic in the air. Find water out there, and find it soon. I understand, Captain. We'll find it. Good hunting. Hey, Chief. Captain. Lieutenant. Chief. My head's about to explode. Just relax, calm down. I'll take care of everything when we get back. How about the investigation? Adama is running it, but there's no connection to you. There's no reason to think you had anything to do with it. I didn't! I know. I'd never do something like that. Never. Sharon, I know. It's really important you believe me on this. You do believe me, right? Absolutely. Yes, sir! Thank you, Chief. Please excuse me for keeping you waiting. I was called into the engine room. It'll just take a moment. It's all right. Sometime I'd like to borrow a book or two. I only brought one with me on the flight to Galactica. What book? Murder on Pykon. I have a weakness for mysteries. You ever read Dark Day? I'm afraid it's a classic I've never gotten around to reading. I think you'll enjoy it. Thank you. It may be a while before I give this back to you. It's a gift. Never lend books. Well, then, thank you for the gift. I look forward to working with you, Doctor. You have a friend. Me too, Lieutenant. I studied genetics in college. I was planning on go for my graduate degree through the military extension programme. Wonderful! Is that a card game? The girl wins again! Another round? Come on, guys, grace under pressure. Nothing like losing a little money. Mind if I sit in, Lieutenant? You've got the cubits, we've got the chair. If you've anything to drink, we'll take that in lieu of cash. I don't have any money, but, er... this jacket must be worth at least 15 cubits. Finest Caprican cloth. Warm in winter, cool in summer. Would look great on you. Anybody got any civilian clothes to put on the table? Don't let me keep you. Col Tigh was right. Rioting broke out on a cruise ship when they reduced water rations. We need to demonstrate an ability to maintain order now. We don't have extra manpower for fleet security. You have the only armed, disciplined force. Yeah, but I'm not a policeman. There's a reason why you separate military and the police. One fights the enemy of the state, the other serves and protects the people. When the military becomes both, then the enemies of the state tend to become the people. I appreciate the complexity of the issue. I won't let that happen. I'll send troops to the cruise ship. Commander, I won't let that happen. One sweep. Two sweep. So I'm thinking we should give this rock a name. I'm thinking... Komiko. Komiko? After a lovely little lady in a lovely little colony I used to know. Whatever. Sorry. So sorry. You had such a good run, though. Looks like the bet's to me. I will try to muddle through for another round. I'm going to raise you... five. No guts, no glory, Doctor. I'll see your five, and, um... raise you 20. It's just you and me. I'm not used to playing in this kind of high-stakes game. It's not too late to bow out. Now, there's an excellent suggestion. And before proceeding any further, I should examine my motivations for doing so. Staying in the game, I risk losing my entire stake and being humiliated in front of these lovely people. Humiliated is such a strong word. Embarrassed would be my choice. You do play rough, don't you. A little too rough for you? It wouldn't take much to knock me out of the game. Well, thank you, Doctor. However... without a little risk, life would be so dull, wouldn't it? Call it. OK. Three on a run. Full colours. (APPLAUSE) Thank you. Thank you all for a most pleasant evening. A parting gift. Hand-rolled from some of the finest fumarello leaf on Caprica. It's also one of the last left in the universe. Thank you. My pleasure. (COUGHS) Excuse me. Raptors have reported back after three star systems. So far, all the report negative for water, sir. I checked with Astrometrics. They're coming up with big goose eggs. No star systems within range with planetary bodies likely to have water on them. Sir, another Raptor just checked in. Negative on water as well. Who's left? Boomer and Crash-Down, sir. If they come up negative as well, what's our backup plan? We jump to another sector. We start the search all over again. Needle in a haystack. More like a grain of sand on a beach. Still nothing. And... more nothing. They've got nothing here either. That's it. Five moons, five zeros. I'm getting thirsty just thinking about it. Hope somebody else has more luck. Yeah. What's on your mind, Boomer? I don't know. I have this feeling. Let's run that last sweep again. You're the boss. Beginning sweep 21. Beginning sweep 22. Boomer, I'm getting nothing again. How about you? I'm having trouble saying it. What do you mean? I think I see... Ohhh! I have positive contact! Oh, yeah! Whoo! Yeah! Good call, Boomer! Whoo! Sir, DRADIS just picked up Boomer's raptor. Let's hear it. 'DRADIS Sweeps indicate it's time to break out the swim trunks.' 'We've found water! Repeat, we found that water.' (APPLAUSE AND CHEERING) Patch me into the entire fleet. You're connected, sir. Attention. This is the commander. We have found water. Let's go have a drink. I can hear them screaming in the background. Sharon, careful with that needle. We're low on anti-radiation meds. Not really Mom's home cooking. Beats eating grass and leaves. We'll be cooking a fine meal of twigs and moss by the end of the week. You spoil me! Can I ask you something, Sharon? Why'd you come back for me? I hate to fly alone. Come on. You disobeyed orders... came back into this hellhole. Not that I don't appreciate it, but why? I just couldn't leave you behind. Let's leave it at that. (BEEPING) It's the fleet! I can't decode it, but it means there's someone. There's someone alive and kicking here in Caprica! Now all we have to do is find them. (CHEERING) Way to go, Boomer! Nice work, sir. Nice job. Let's get you debriefed. Yes, sir. Chief, could you look at my ejector lines? They're short or something. Callie? Chief, if you could look at it yourself? Thank you for coming, Capt Apollo. I am aware that you were in charge of the mission that destroyed the Olympic Carrier. I know what a hard thing that is to live with. For all of us. I'm struggling with it myself, frankly. I can't stop thinking about it. But a man has to take responsibility for his actions. He doesn't second-guess at choices he makes. He lives with them every day. You know, I remember when President Adar sent the marines into Aerlon. 15 people died. In public, of course, he had to say all the usual things. He was sure of what he'd done. He'd made the right choice. Stayed the course. But he knew it was a mistake. And he kept the names of the dead in his desk drawer. He said that it was imperative for a leader to remember and learn from the mistakes... even if they can't admit to them publicly. Do you think we made a mistake? I don't know. I don't have a desk drawer yet, but... I have a pocket. I don't want to add to your burdens. However, I have a request. I would like you to be my personal military advisor. I'm sorry. Um... My father is the senior military officer. He should advise you. No. I don't mean to go behind your father's back. I'm not looking for military advice, but advice about the military. That insight about your father making a gesture really helped me. It made me reassess the man. I would appreciate more of those insights. And you can keep your day job at the C.A.G. It's pronounced Cag. Do you see why I need you? Um... So who's going to tell my father? Well... Uh... I was thinking that... that would be your first assignment. (LAUGHS) Somehow, I knew you were going to say that. Thank you, Captain. Hey. That is just what I needed. Oh, yeah. You find that detonator? Yes, I did. I gave it to the master at arms. What?! I told her I found it during maintenance. Calm down. It's the best way to go about this. It puts them on the same trail we're on. Doesn't raise suspicion to you. Hey, hey, hey. Trust me, Sharon. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. OK? OK. Don't worry, sweetie. Better go. OK. IMS Subtitles Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.