'Previously...' This planet... is Kobol, the birthplace of mankind. Organise a ground-survey team and three Raptors. (ALL SHOUT IN PANIC) Pull it up! Get down! "Galactica, Apollo and Starbuck just jumped away!" 'If you go back to Caprica and bring me the arrow, I will show us the way to Earth.' Aagh! Starbuck?! 'I'm terminating your presidency as of this moment.' I am placing you under arrest, Madam President. This is mutiny. Come... See the face and the shape of things to come. Isn't she beautiful, Gaius? I'm not a Cylon. This isn't happening! 'You can't fight destiny, Sharon.' 'It catches up with you, no matter what you do.' (SILENT UNDER POIGNANT MUSICAL BACKGROUND) (SOUND FADES UP - PANICKED BABBLE) Make a hole! Where are the medics? Where's Doc Cottle? Off ship. Stand clear! (MEDICS EXCHANGE RAPID-FIRE INFORMATION, INDISTINCT) I'm your new ship-mate, Bill Adama. Saul Tigh. We've got tension pneumo. I'll stick him and relieve the pressure. What's going on?! What happened?! Sergeant, secure that thing in the brig. Aye, sir. Hollis, Wenzler, let's go. GO! Agh! (SOBS) No! Wait... He's breathing. I didn't do anything! Get him to sickbay. NO! (SOBS) Valerii shot the old man. What?! She must be a Cylon. The colonel's in command. You're second. Make a hole! Secure Captain Adama! Put him in the brig. Colonel Tigh! Let's go! He's my father! COLONEL! COLONEL! Could this be a prelude to a Cylon attack? How would they know where we are? Valerii could have told them. How? On the base star, she left the Raptor and came back without her helmet. She might've told them everything! The toasters knocked out our CO. It's got to be part of a plan. We should jump to stand-by coordinates. I've located Doc Cottle. He's aboard the Rising Star. "(BEEPING)" Dradis! Single contact! Cylon base star, bearing 4-8-7, carom 0-1-5! Sir, we can't stay here. Sir! What's your plan here? Personally, I tend to go with what you know - until something better turns up. Sir! Dee, alert the fleet. We are making an immediate jump to the emergency coordinates. Go! Doc Cottle is still 15 minutes away. He'll have to rejoin us later. What about our people on Kobol? If they're still alive... they'll have to wait. FTL? Go. Nav-con Go! Galactica to all vessels. Prepare to make immediate FTL jump to escape-coordinates alpha. I say again, escape-coordinates alpha. Clock will start on my mark. Mark. Captain! What's going on? My father's been shot. What?! Someone get this frakkin' thing off. I'm not authorised - I'M BEHIND THE FRAKKIN' BARS! Captain,... how bad is your father? Bad. Two bullets in the chest. Is Dr Cottle with him? No. Doc Cottle's not on board. Attention. Galactica fleet is away. Stand by to jump in five,... four, three, two, one... Jump. Jump completed. Report. "(BEEPING)" Report! Dradis is empty, no contacts. No contacts?... Where's the fleet? Dee! Checking all channels. No Colonial signals. They're gone, sir. Isn't she beautiful, Gaius? I don't think I've ever been touched so deeply in my entire life. You're going to make a wonderful father. Speaking metaphorically, of course. And literally. She's our child, Gaius. Our little girl. What?! Do you wanna hold her? Nn-... Nn... Yes! Yes, of course I do. But she's not real - any more than, er,... ..any of this is... r-real. She's real. She is? She may not be with you yet, but she will be... soon. I'm having a little difficulty... I'm trying to understand. I want to understand. I... You're the mother. And you're the father. Am I the father? Excuse me? A dream. I'm clearly having a dream. We're moving out, sir. Get up. And if you wouldn't mind carrying something this time, that'd be great. (WHEEZES) This serisone should help you breathe a little easier. (COUGHS) (WHEEZES) Take it easy. You'll be feeling better in a few minutes. Excuse me, sir. We've got to get you up. (GASPS) It hurts! I know. If you don't mind me asking, where are we going? Tree line. We can hide... and still see the crash site in case Galactica sends a rescue party. They will be sending one. (BOOMING ROAR) Everybody down! What was that? Is that Cylons? Seelix, grab the ammo. Staggered formation. I'll take point. Chief, bring up the rear. Be ready to tell the private! We should double-check the supplies before we bug out! We don't have time. If that's an aircraft, they'll be on us. Make sure we have everything! We don't have the time! Dammit! Gods, damn it! What's going on? Where's the fleet? They jumped to another location. You've got blood on your pants. Why would they do that? Every watch we update jump calculations with new star fixes to compensate for drift, then we transmit them to the fleet. This time ours were updated but theirs weren't. Gaeta was supposed to transmit them. So it's Gaeta's fault? The kid was overwhelmed. He had his hands full. If you say so. Sounds like a big screw-up to me. I should have checked before I gave the order to JUMP! This doesn't sound like you, Saul. You don't let people slide. You bust their ass. If Bill doesn't make it - He'll make it. If he doesn't, this will be your ship. Your command. All I'm saying is - This is Bill Adama's ship. This is his command. His orders are still the word of the gods on this ship - just so we're clear. This will be Adama's command until the day he dies, and we are not going to let him die. So say we all. (ALL) So say we all. As you were. So, how do we find the fleet? If we jump back to our original coordinates, our nav-coms can use those star fixes to generate a best-fit solution. The Cylons are waiting for us back there. How long will it take to calculate once we get back? If we shut down all our functions,... 12 hours. There's no way we can hold off a Cylon base star for 12 hours. We have got to jump back. We can't stay here. Thrace won't be able to find us when she gets the arrow. If she does. She will. Captain, you've got to get reinstated. Get back to CIC. Denounce me, disavow me, whatever you need to do. Colonel Tigh cannot relocate this fleet without your father. I put a gun to Tigh's head. He won't forget that any time soon. I am so sorry that I got you into this, Captain. Don't apologise. I knew what I was doing. I didn't do it for you. I did it for... Well, actually I did it for... nothing, it turns out. That's not true. You took a stand. And now look at us. Watch your foot. OK. Everyone take five. Gimme the med kit. Where's the med kit? How you doing, buddy? Good. Just listening to the birds. (BIRDS SING) (BREATHES RAGGEDLY) I'll be damned. I don't remember the last time I heard birds. (COUGHS) Dammit! (SNIFFS) We're out of serisone. It's alright. I'll get the other med kit. What other med kit? (WHEEZES) We pulled two from the ship. I told you to keep an eye on both of them. I only saw the one, sir. There were two! I'm sorry, sir. I don't remember - Well, I did! His lungs are filling up with fluid. If he doesn't get more serisone, he's not gonna make it. OK, Tarn. You forgot the kit. You go back and get it. Take a rifle, three clips of ammo and a canteen. What? Move! Cally, come here. Watch the rear. LT? You can't send him alone. Are you questioning my orders? Pointing out a flaw in your plan. Doesn't need to be bigger than that. Cally and I can go with him. Alright. Fine. But will you look out for Cally? Cally? Gimme the rifle. We three go. Leave that. Leave your backpack. Sidearms out. Tarn, you bring up the rear. In the middle. Ssh! Eyes and ears. Her consciousness is being downloaded into another body. When she wakes up, she'll tell them exactly where we are. She's right. We can't stay here. She's right, huh? Sharon the Cylon is right? It's all just, "Listen to Sharon the Cylon." "Do whatever she says." Cos that's a good idea(!) Hey, Kara, she helped me get this far. OK, I get it. I get it, Helo! You and I go way back so I get it. I remember how you felt about her, but that is not the real Sharon. That is some cheap knock-off copy. I'm not a copy! I'm Sharon. I remember the first day I met you. You were puking in the head because you'd eaten bad oysters - Don't do that! Hey! I don't like it - and I don't like you. So the best thing you can do is keep your mouth shut. Starbuck? Put it down, for godsakes. What do you want from me, Helo? She's a Cylon. You've been had. We've been had. So, what - I'm just supposed to be nice to her because she says she's pregnant? Get out of the way. No. Do not think that I will not shoot - I'm not going to let you kill her! She's carrying my child! My gods, men are so painfully stupid sometimes! How do you know that?! I know, alright? She is not lying. They lie about everything, Helo. Their entire existence is a lie. They're not human, Helo. They're machines. You can't have a baby with a machine. I don't know what to tell you, OK? But I believe her. It's hard to describe! We've been together a long time. I know what she is, but she is not like the others. She is not. Helo, no. No, no! (ENGINES ROAR) Bitch took my ride. How's he doing? The bullets tore up his spleen. Someone needs to get in there and stop the bleeding or he'll die. 'So, what's your plan?' 'Don't really have one.' I'm getting back in the cockpit. I'm getting back into my fleet. I want you to come with me, Saul. You really believe that we can get back in the fleet? Yeah, I do. Yeah. I do. How long till Doc Cottle's aboard? I don't know. It's gonna be a while. He doesn't have much time, sir. You're gonna have to go in yourself. Me? I'm just a medic. Today you're a doctor. Colonel? Open cell. How's the commander? You bungled the job, if that's what you're asking. Then, he's alive? Thank the gods. Oh! How many of our pilots were Cylons? I dunno. Who gave the order to shoot the old man? No-one. Just get it over with, you frakkin' coward. Argh! Give me your firearm. Gimme your gun! Yes, sir. Just shoot me. Get it over with. (SOBS) Tarn, go up, take a look. If it's not there, it's at the Raptor and we'll have to move up more. I got it, Chief! Alright, let's get out of here. Tarn, on point. Let's go! Go-go-go. This makes no sense. Why am I carrying the med kit when you forgot it? First of all, that's LT's kit. Secondly, I'm on point. Whatever. Alright, children. That's enough. Tell you what, Cally - I'll put him on hangar-deck mop-up duty with you next week. Now you're talkin'! For what? LT should be on mop duty - (GUNFIRE) Get down! Top of the ridge! Cally, take the rifle and cover me. Suppressive fire. OK. Wait for me, alright? Go! Go! Stay there! Argh! Don't move! I'm coming for you! (GROANS) Leave! (GUNFIRE) Aaargh! Cally! Help me out here, Cally! Give me fire! Go! They're dug in! I can't see 'em! Cover me! Tarn, stay down! (GUNFIRE) Come on, Chief! You're OK. It's OK! Get on my back. Get on me, get on me! Aaargh! Chief! Aaaargh! (VOICE OVER) Like choosing how to contact us. Or how to shop with us. Choosing how to pay. Or choosing what to enjoy with your plans. You'll always get choices with Spark. Chief, stop. They're not following us any more. Cally, there. There. Chief. I know you're hit, buddy. It's OK. I'm gonna check you now. I'm gonna put him here, Cal. Stay right here. OK? I'm gonna check you right now. It's not that bad. Check the ridge. I wanna go home, Chief. I know. We're going home. OK? OK. Take me home, Chief. No, no, no. Shh. Shh. It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. Stay with me. Hey, look at me. Stay with me. Be with me, be with me. Come on, come on. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Chief? Chief, we gotta go. We gotta go. (We gotta go. We gotta go.) Chief? (Got you.) That's stupid, stupid frakked-up crap! Chief, Socinus needs us now. Come on. Come on. Let's go. Not your fault, Lieutenant. Not from where I was standing. I was the OOD. It was crazy in there, sir. You can't blame yourself. < (FLUSHING) Jump back to the last coordinates. We network the FTL computer with the nav, DC and fire control computers. Once linked, we'll need ten minutes to complete the calculations. You can't be serious. The old man would never do this, Colonel. No computer networks on his ship. I acknowledge that, sir. I can devise a software firewall that will buy us more time. Really? You'll out-think the Cylons at computer software? If we don't do this we'll never find the fleet. Certainly not before the commander dies. This is still the old man's command. We can't do something he'd oppose, especially when it puts the entire ship at risk. "(FEEDBACK)" This is the XO. Begin jump prep. Those are... my orders. The kid is back in the fleet. So, let's have the truth. How did you do it? How did you get off this freighter? Connections. Anne's father's friend is on the defence subcommittee. The new wife comes through. Wish I had in-laws with pull. Gimme a couple of years. I'll have some pull. You watch me. I'll have my own battlestar one day. Open up, please. Alright? You have my parole. When I'm on duty, I'll make no attempt to free her or sow insurrection among the crew. When I'm not on duty I'll report back to this cell. Pre-flight brief is underway in the ready room. Right. Good hunting, Captain. Thank you, Madam President! Colonel, once you find the fleet, I'd like to have a word with you. Nothing to talk about. You went up against the old man and lost. We jump in, we hold off the Cylons. We crunch the numbers. Then we jump out. That's it. Simple plan. Not so simple to do. Computers have been networked. My board is green, sir. All stations report ready to jump. FTL go! That software firewall ready? Best I can make it, sir. I wish Dr Baltar was here. Hell with that. Take your work over that shifty sonofabitch any day. Stand by. In five, four, three, two, jump. Jump completed. Report? Multiple Dradis contacts. Cylon base star and multiple Cylon raiders bearing 4-8-7 carom 2-2-1. (ALARM SOUNDS) Lieutenant? Computations underway. We'll be able to plot the fleet's position in seven minutes. Whoo-hoo! Ha, ha, ha! Let's get these psychos! Flyboy, we got a pool going to get the most kills now Starbuck's AWOL. Well, we know I'm gonna clean up. Flyboy, shut up and focus. This is not a simulation. Roger that. (HEART MONITOR FLAT LINES) His heart stopped! Defib now! Power's unstable, the battery units are at the aid stations. Well, then, get me a knife. (HEART MONITOR BEEPS REGULARLY) Weapons free. And open racks. And engage! Here they come. The Cylons are hacking our network. They're attempting to access our gateway. It's a race. "Three more. Spike that, four more." First firewall penetrated. Sierra Alpha, we got a new bogey. What is that thing? I don't know. Whatever it is, it's bearing on Galactica. Take it out. Apollo, Hot Dog offensive. Three right, five at two. Tally, Hot Dog. Count on me. Roger that. I'm with you, leader. Will you pray with me? (CRASHING) (ETHEREAL MUSIC) Help us, lords of Kobol. Help your prophet Laura guide us to the path of righteousness. That we might - Oh. That we might destroy our enemies. 'Let us walk the path of righteousness and lift our faces unto your goodness.' 'Help us turn away from the calls of the wicked and show us the knowledge of your certain salvation. We offer this prayer.' (HEART MONITOR BEEPS REGULARLY) Calculations at 56%. Second firewall's been breached. Dammit! (HEART MONITOR BEEPS IRREGULARLY) Frak, they're fast! Third firewall down! Approaching Galactica's flak barrier. Target within gun range. Winged it! Apollo! We're straying into Galactica's engagement zone! I'm almost there, I'm almost there. I'm almost there, come on! Back! Back, back! Dammit! I had it! (CRASHING / FRITZING) "Get in position!" Apollo reports impact on the starboard flight pod. You got a decompression in the flight pod. No explosion. No fire. Repeat, no fire. No fire. 80%. Almost there. They're through the fourth firewall. One left until they've accessed our mainframe. Frakker! Whoo! That was mine! That was mine! (MOUTHS) We have a solution for the fleet's position. Break the network. Network is broken! Computers restored to local control. Tell the vipers to get back aboard. We're awful lucky today. Prepare to jump. Vipers aboard, sir. Stand by. In five, four, three, two. Jump. Jump completed. Report? Multiple contacts around the board. Colonial transponder, sir. We found 'em! (ALL CHEER) (APPLAUSE) Captain Kelly. Lieutenant Gaeta. Sir. Dee. Contact the Rising Star. Tell Cottle to get his ass over here ASAP. (HEART MONITOR BEEPS REGULARLY) Helluva job. From now on, no more heart massages. I'm sticking to pills and enemas. Sir. Let's hear it. Well, I managed to stop the bleeding. Erm, but... he's still critical. Doc's on his way. Can you hear me, Bill? (KNOCK AT DOOR) Go away. Captain Tigh, it's the shore patrol. Sgt Watkins, sir. Open up, please. Major Adama's compliments. He wishes me to inform you you've been reinstated in the fleet. With the rank of Captain. Major Adama? Welcome back to the fleet, sir. I'll be right with you, Sergeant. Yes, sir. You never should have brought me back in the service. If you'd just let me be, I'd have died back there in Caprica along with everyone else and been happier for it. I don't want to command. I never did. Don't you dare die on me now. IMS Subtitles. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.