'Previously on Battlestar Galactica...' The captain of Astral Queen wants you to know he has 1,500 prisoners under heavy guard. Tell the captain I expect daily reports on their well-being. The president has given me a direct order. We're in the middle of a war and you're taking orders from a teacher? Is there a plan B? Plan B, C and D are the same as A - get back on the ship. How much water did we lose? Almost 60 percent of total potable water reserves. If we don't find new supplies, they'll run out of water in two days. (PA) "Reveille. Reveille. Morning stations for Battlestar Galactica." "All hands, report to your stations." (GROANS) (SNIFFS) So, what do we have? Good news, Colonel. We scouted the ice moon, found an entire subsurface ocean. Not exactly a beach down there. No, sir. Temperatures are below 180. Ooooh. The venting of methane and CO2... it's gonna be a bitch to work there. Cheer up. You know how lucky we are to have found this ugly rock? Water riots breaking out all over the fleet. Civilians - whiny civi cry-babies can't stand less than a hot shower every day. Yes, sir. Even Galactica's down to 10,000 JPs of water. Ever see a man die of dehydration? No, sir. Let's hope you never do. It isn't pretty. So, where were we? We drilled 23 core samples. 13 percent sodium chloride? What the hell?! We can't drink salt water. No, sir. That's why I had Cally test the ice. Oh, well there you go ` pure water. A couple of lemons, we could make lemonade. Er, yes, sir. We have to melt the ice before we transport it. What's that take? High-capacity heater expansion tanks, plasma torches, centripetal pumps. Sounds like a lot of manpower. Ideally 1,000 men, sir. 1,000 men. Where are they gonna come from? Slave labour? They are criminals sentenced to hard labour. This is very hard labour, not to mention physically dangerous. This is not for civilians. Their ship wasn't designed for long-term incarceration. These men have been stuck in cramped cells for weeks. They might prefer to get out, even if it is dangerous. If they volunteer, but these men are not slaves and I will not have them treated as such. No. We could offer incentives, points towards earning freedom. Excuse me. You want to start releasing hardened criminals into the fleet? Sir, these men were on their way to parole hearings, which implies they may be ready for release. Make it happen, Captain. Yes, sir. To address Commander Adama's concerns, set up a screening procedure to weed out hardened criminals. Yes, ma'am. I would like to have a representative from Galactica who will report to me about security issues. How about D? Second Class Petty Officer Dualla. I know who she is. I'm sure she's conversant with technical details. OK, but we should send someone from ground crew to make sure the men know how to handle the equipment. Agreed. That's all. I have to get to the CSE. Excuse me. Er, Madam President, the doctor. Excuse me? The doctor. Oh. Commander, do you have a ship's doctor aboard Galactica? Major Connell. Is there something wrong? No. Nothing urgent. Allergies. Yes, well, he's out on fleet, checking medical conditions. I'll tell him you want to see him. OK. Petty Officer Dualla, conversant in technical details. Thinking entirely of the mission. Uh-huh. Something on your mind? I thought maybe you had something to say. I have nothing to say to the personal representative of the president. I'm still Galactica's lead pilot. Well, I have nothing to say to him either. Every man has to decide for themselves which side they're on. I didn't know we were picking sides. That's why you haven't picked one yet. I'm a bus driver, not a warden. How many total? 1,500. Don't give me their files or their names. They're just numbers. Thanks, Wilkins. All right, they're all yours. (CLEARS THROAT) "I'm Captain Lee Adama, personal representative of the president." "We're in a crisis." "Thousands of us are on the verge of dying from dehydration." "The good news is we have found water." "The bad news is it's on a moon with harsh environmental conditions." "We need 1,000 able-bodied men to help us get that water." "President Roslin feels that you represent our best chance." "She also recognises that you are not slaves." "Any man who volunteers to help us will earn freedom points that can be applied towards earning his release." "We're offering you a chance for a new beginning. Whoever's interested, please step out of your cell." (ALARM BUZZES) (FOOTSTEPS) Thank you for your offer. We respectfully decline. 'Darn right!' Oh, my God. That's Tom Zerrick. The terrorist? (PRISONERS SHOUT / BANG ON CELLS) (ALL SHOUT) Zerrick! Zerrick! - 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) Who the hell is Tom Zerrick? He's a freedom fighter. He's a prisoner of conscience. He's a butcher. His colony was exploited by the other 11 for centuries. His people were brutalised. I'm from Sagittarian. That man does not speak for all of us. He blew up a government building and there is no excuse for that. Captain, if we're not gonna get any help, we should move on. Zerrick's got the prisoners united. Let's go through Zerrick. 'Hello? Anybody out there?' 'Anybody wanna help two stranded pilots?" That's what I hate about big cities, no one will help. No more shouting. You're making me nervous. I feel like I'm in a movie. At least it stopped raining. For now. Where is everyone? Some are dead, in their beds, at their desks. The one's that weren't killed probably ran to the hills. Won't do any good. Guess I'm getting a little... Depressing? Morbid? Sorry. I've been here longer than you. Wish I could say it gets easier. (BANGING) There's more. You might not want to... Fricking rats. Let's go. (SOBS) Hey. Hey. Let's just find a hospital and score some anti-radiation medicine. We've only got two days' worth left. Sharon, we made it this far. We're gonna make it all the way. Right. Damn straight. All the way. We're doing good, real good. Someone must be watching over us. She's good. So far. Jealous? This all makes me so sad. They would have destroyed themselves anyway. They deserve what they got. We're the children of humanity. That makes them our parents in a sense. True, but parents have to die. It's the only way children come into their own. (DOOR OPENS) No, that's not necessary. I'd like to talk to you. Guard, Prisoner 893-893 requests permission to speak with his visitor. Granted. I'm not allowed to speak unless asked a direct question. You didn't ask me a direct question. You've never been in a prison before, have you, Captain? No. You're fortunate. May I sit down? Yes, of course. (KNOCKS ON CELL) We need your men to help us. They're not my men. They belong to you. I belong to you. You own us. You're the master. We're the slaves. (POUNDING) You're clearly a man of principle. I respect that. Really? The things you stood for over the years, the book you wrote. The book that had to be smuggled out of labour camp because we're not allowed freedom of expression? I read it in college. I thought it was radical, challenging. It made me question some things I'd accepted before without thinking. Nice to hear I'm a big hit on campus. You aren't. The book was banned. I read it anyway. The point is, I understand where you're coming from. But I don't think you understand how critical the situation is out there. People are gonna start dying. Hey, it's time for your break. How can you say that? It's the truth. They don't care about jack. Your people are being exploited. You cannot tell me about my people. Excuse me. All I want, the president wants... ..is to offer you a chance to earn freedom. Now you said the truth. Freedom is earned. Stay where you are, captain. It will be over soon. I wouldn't try anything. Back up. # Somewhere in the morning light, # everything's feeling right. # The waves in the distance calling me home again. # Back to the maunga. # Down to the moana. # You and me, takahia atu te whenua. # Singing, pick me up on the baseline. # Pick me up on the way. # A upane, ka upane, whiti te ra. # A upane, ka upane, whiti te ra. # Wide open spaces, # moko on faces. # Anywhere that's home, that's where I'll be. # Whoa, come on. # Players to bases. # Go cruising for ages. # Moving coast to coast, that's where I'll be. # That's where I'll be. # We see you moving with the times, Aotearoa, We've got the guards and crew in separate cells in block seven. Mason's looking after the hostages. Good. Everything's under control. The men are organising as planned. I knew I could count on you. Stay frosty, there, Billy. Everything's gonna be all right. I don't know. Hurting us won't get them what they want. Which is what? Lt Thrace, good to see you. Good to see you, too. Really? No. Ooooh. I wonder if she's a real blonde. I doubt it. Now, one of you has been coming in a little hot lately. A little, "He's burning up the deck with his skids because he can't pull back on the throttle." Who is this speed demon, my prince? Flat-Top, sir. Flat-Top, you got a need for speed, do you? Can't wait to get back to the big G and embrace your fellow pilots? Or maybe you have a hot date with your right hand. (ALL) Ooooh. Hey, it never gets a headache. Tell you what, Flat-Top. You come in too hot today, you may have to start using your left. All right, you've been fun. You've been a great audience. Dismissed. There's no smoking in the ready room. My room, my rules. Where's your mom? Dead, where's yours? I'm looking for Boomer. Fourteen hundred. Boomer's in the tool room. A pilot blows his landings, and you make a joke out of it?! Screaming at people doesn't always get the best results. I learned that at officer candidate school. You are on the edge. Careful you don't fall off. Speaking of falling off... (SNIFFS) Glad to see you found a way to quench your thirst. They won't negotiate while you hold hostages. I don't wanna negotiate. Then what do you want? To be treated like men, not animals. I finally have something to bargain with. So what happens now? We're gonna talk. What about? Your father. Is this an original? Yes. Fantastic. Would you like some water? Yes, thank you. I'm not a collector myself, but I am familiar with his work. May I say you really do have an excellent eye for art. Thank you. Where's my Cylon detector, Doctor? Oh, that. Yes, it's taking longer than expected, unfortunately. What's the hang-up? It's not working this time, Gaius, he can see right through you. There are a number of obstacles, none insurmountable, of course. But they do tend to set us back. For a start, the lack of proper facilities, the water shortage, of course, the water shortage. Not to mention... Cut the BS. You said you had a way of detecting human from Cylon. Do you or don't you? I don't. What? I don't think I'm the man for this job. I'm not cut out for this kind of work. You have to do this. Why do I keep putting it off? It's my subconscious telling me I'm not the man for this job. Listen to me. If you don't tell him what he wants to hear, he's going to find you out. And when he does, they're going to tear your head off and throw your body out of an air lock! Pardon me. I, er, I haven't had much sleep recently. Unfortunately, Doctor, for both of us... ..you're the last man we have. So what's the game plan, Doc? This is what you say, "Commander, the truth is there is one way." Say it! Commander, the truth is there is one way. I didn't want to have to ask... I didn't want to have to ask, but what I need to complete the project... Is a nuclear warhead. Is a nuclear... warhead. Is that how you got to be the personal representative of the president, because of your father? Hardly. So, they don't get along, Adama and Roslin? They have their differences, but not when it comes to terrorists. I thought you said you respected me and my book. That was before you resorted to violence and hostage taking. Always better when the oppressed don't fight back. A warhead? Technically, I need the plutonium inside. Technically, I need the plutonium inside. Figure out the rest for yourself. As you may know, the Cylons are susceptible to certain kinds of radiation, and by taking the plutonium and... ..embedding it in the carbon nanochip matrix... ..and it really is that simple. I can construct a filter that will ionize synthetic molecules and deliver to you your Cylons. We have five warheads left aboard this ship. We may need them. Yes, of course. If you think this project has a low priority, then you're totally within your bounds to... You'll get your warhead. Good boy. Thank you,... Commander. The Master of Arms has been over every inch of that locker. She's come up with nothing. They have no idea who took the charges or who put that detonator... Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it, OK? (CLEARS THROAT) I need to speak with the lieutenant alone. You don't think you've been fooling everyone, do you? I know. The old man knows. Hell, the whole ship knows about you and the chief. It stops now! Sir, the chief and I are just friends. When the ship was decommissioned, we let you get away with it, but that was then and this is now. We're at war, and you're his superior officer, put a stop to it. That's an order. Yes, sir. (PA) "Attention, Colonel Tigh, please report to the CSE." "The crew are my prisoners. They will not be harmed." Are you recording this? Yes, sir. What's this? Trouble. "I have two conditions before I release my captives." First, the government which controls our fate is illegal and illegitimate. "They must submit to the will of the people." "I demand the immediate resignation of Laura Roslin and her ministers." Second, I demand open elections to choose a new leadership and a new government that represents all people. These demands are made not for me, but for the former slaves held on this ship, for you, the people, the survivors of the holocaust and the children of humanity's future. I am Tom Zerrick and this is the first day of the new era. - 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) We've jammed his transmissions. A little bit late for that. Every ship in the fleet heard that. It doesn't matter. It does matter. He wants to bring the government down. No one will take it seriously. You have something to learn when it comes to public opinion. Tom Zerrick is a name with weight. A very sympathetic figure. A legend, almost. 20 years in prison over a matter of principle. He's a terrorist. People won't give him credence. "Don't be so sure." Rebellions are contagious. People are rioting over the water crisis. "We can't afford to destabilise this government now." I agree. When are you going in? I assumed you were going to talk to him first. We don't negotiate with terrorists. I said talk. There's nothing to talk about. What he wants I can't give him. We're not ready. Talking to him would give us time. That's what he wants. He wants legitimacy. He wants to be recognised. He wants his crimes validated. I watched President Adar offer him a full pardon if he'd apologise and give up violence as a means of political change. He refused. No commitments. No deals. I'll let you know what happens. Three assault teams. The raptors cut through the hole here, here and here without being seen. Once we're inside... What's this "we" crap? I'm going, sir. Like hell. We have a few Marines left on Galactica. Let them handle this. They don't have a sniper. With all due respect, I am the best shot in or out of the cockpit. She's right, for once. Wonders never cease. All right, you're going in. You get a clear shot at Zerrick, you take it. I want to control that ship, and I want all the hostages alive. Yes, sir. I don't know how I drew this detail. President thought you'd be valuable. The president doesn't know who I am. I told her. I'm sorry. On the other hand, it's nice to get out of the CIC, break up the day, meet new people. Yeah. You're not asleep. Not anymore. Is that your way of saying you're not scared? No, that I'm tired. You don't know what tired is. Right(!) Don't! Don't mock me, little girl! I'm not mocking you. Tom and I, we go way back, a long time. If you know what's good for you, you'll be nice to me. Frequent wireless contact. Keep us informed all the way. Yes, sir. Good hunting. (PA ANNOUNCEMENT PLAYS) Who voted for Laura Roslin? You? Did you vote for her? She was sworn in under the law. The answer is no one voted for her. No one! Yet she's making decisions for all of us, deciding who lives and who dies. Is that democracy? Is that a free society? What is it you want from me? You want me to say she shouldn't be president? We need a government. We need rules. We need a leader. We need to be free men and women. If we're not free, then we're no different than Cylons. They call you Apollo. That's my call sign. Apollo's one of the gods, a Lord of Kobol. You must be a very special man to be called a god. It's just a stupid nickname. Son of Zeus, good with the bow, god of the hunt and also a god of healing. Now, a god can reconcile those two opposing forces, but a mortal has to pick one side or the other. Have you picked a side, Apollo? (PA) "Astral Queen. Astral Queen. This is the Battlestar Galactica." "Commander Adama wishes to speak to Zerrick." "Please respond." Zeus is calling. "Commander Adama, Tom Zerrick. How can I help you?" First I want to make sure my people are unharmed. This is Apollo. I'm fine. So are the others. They're located... That's enough. I'm glad to hear that no one's been hurt. That would have tragic consequences. How long until you storm the ship? I'm hoping that won't be necessary. I think you and I can come up with some kind of an understanding. This is not the only crisis that I'm dealing with. The water shortage affects the entire fleet. Your men are on their way even as we speak. There's time to work this out. Have the president step down. Call for elections. That's not gonna happen. Then I look forward to meeting your men. I knew you were faking. I'm a light sleeper. I don't think I have your respect. I respect you. Get up. What's going on? Hey! What are you doing? Move. Where you taking her? Cally, it's OK, Cally. They know where we are, Cally. Captain Adama! Cally! Captain Adama. Hey, Captain Adama! They're willing to talk. Sounded that way(!) You want them to storm the ship. Soft seal pressurised. Eyes. That's it, isn't it? You don't want elections or your freedom. You want a bloodbath. You don't understand. Tom Zerrick's been out of the headlines and news, forgotten for 20 years as he rots in a cell. Now he's got a chance to go out in a blaze of glory, and he's gonna take it. Alpha 1, we're in. Once Roslin uses Adama's soldiers to massacre the people on the ship, prisoners and hostages alike, people in the fleet will never, never forgive them. The entire government will collapse. She can take care of herself. Are you sure? She's been trained. We've all been trained in capture. (SCREAMS) You've been saying everything you're doing is for freedom. Truth is, it's all about Tom Zerrick and his personal death wish. (DOOR OPENS) Tom, something's up. That's Mason. What the hell? (BANGING) They're killing hostages. Let's go. Constellation team set. (SCREAMS) What are you doing? She bit my ear off. Frick you! Open the door. She's been shot. You said that you weren't animals. What do you call this? 20 years. 20 years I've been waiting. He's gonna kill her. Do something. You did this! You put him in a cage! You made him a monster! Bravo set. "Second tier. Alpha team, left perimeter, second tier." You filthy bitch. You all deserve to die! You first. All teams, sniper in position. He's gonna do it. You reap what you sow. You look at me. You see me! Look at me! Come on, Lee. Take out the sonofabitch. How 'bout it, Tom? You still have a death wish? You ready to leave this world right here, right now? Yes. Too bad, cos this is what you're gonna do - you're gonna tell your men to help us get that water off the moon. They're gonna work for their points and earn their freedom. And then... then... ..you're gonna get your elections. What? Cos you're right, Tom. You are right about democracy and consent of the people. I believe in those things, and we're gonna have 'em. And you can have 'em, too. Or you can have this bullet - your call. What are you doing? What are you doing? Come on. How do I know your father and the president will honour your word? You don't. You let the rest of the hostages go, we'll leave this ship in your hands. We try and come after you, you can still have your last stand. It's your choice. You reap what you sow. All right. All right. Lower your weapons. Lower your weapons. Do what he says. Back off. OK, Cally, you're gonna be OK. Just hang in there, you hear? Gotcha! (GUNSHOT) Where'd that come from? Cease fire! Cease fire! (PRISONERS CHATTER) Don't shoot! All teams hold positions. Frack! Thanks. I need a medic here. (SOBS) I cannot believe this. It's unacceptable. It's done. Prisoners have full control of the Astral Queen. We evac-ed the guards and support personnel. They're a threat to the entire fleet. They've been disarmed. The ship has no weapons. The ship itself is a weapon! They're totally dependant on us for food, fuel and they've agreed to organise the workforce for the water detail. You've committed me to holding elections within a year. Madam President, with respect,... ..you're serving out the remainder of President Adar's term. When that term is up, in seven months, the law says there's an election. I only committed you to obeying the law. (BOTH SPEAK AT ONCE) I swore an oath to defend the articles. They say there's an election in seven months. If we throw out the law, then you're not a commander and you're not president, and I don't owe either of you an explanation. He's your son. He's your advisor. An election. I guess you finally picked your side. Madam President. (CLEARS THROAT) What the hell is this, water? Bet your ass. There's plenty more where that came from. Um,... ..I have my flaws, too. Difference is my flaws are personal, yours are professional. Thank you, Lieutenant, that will be all. Specialist Lazy, how you doing? Must be nice lying around doing nothing. Sorry, Chief, I didn't think you'd find me here. Well, see, I am so on to you. Cally, is it true? Did you really bite that guy's ear off? He's lucky that's all I bit. (ALL CHUCKLE) That's my girl. (KNOCK ON DOOR) I'm sorry. I can come back. That's all right. Come in. I wanted to say goodbye before I headed back to Galactica, and to tell you, I hope you understand I wasn't being disloyal, Madam President. I understand. You're upholding the law. I admire it. I believe in you and what you're doing. For what it's worth, seven months from now you'll have my vote. Could you sit? There's something I need to tell you. The truth is, I might not be here in seven months. Are you planning a vacation? I wish. I told your father that I... (CLEARS THROAT) .. had allergies, but I have cancer. I found out the morning of the attack. I'm so sorry, Madam President. I... I don't know what to say. I understand. I'm going to fight this, but there is a great need for secrecy. Of course. Whether or not I survive this illness, it is of greater importance to me that there's a future for the people, and I fear that knowledge of my illness will erode hope. This has to stay between you and me. You can count on me. I know I can. You're Captain Apollo. IMS Subtitles Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.