Previously on Battlestar Galactica... Congratulations, Doctor, you've just uncovered your very first Cylon. I'm not a Cylon. This isn't happening. I've been here months, by myself, one step ahead of the Cylons. Go out there or I'm gonna blow your brains out right here, right now. How did Crashdown die? He gave his life in the finest tradition of the service. 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 directly back to this cell. I have a few months to live. And, in that time, I will lead the people to salvation. It is my sole purpose. As it appears obvious that the government cannot function under the current circumstances, I have decided to dissolve the quorum of 12 and, as of this moment, I have declared martial law. You're sweating. It's hot in here. How long have you known Lieutenant Valerii was planning to assassinate Commander Adama? I had no idea she was planning anything of the kind. You were fracking her. I ended that weeks ago, on your orders. You covered for her, lied. I admit I used bad judgement. You protected her at every turn. Colonel, I had no idea she was a Cylon. I'd like to exercise my Article 21 rights at this time. I'm sure you would. I guess you haven't heard. Cylons don't have rights. Cylon? Wait a minute. You know what we do with Cylons? I'm not a Cylon. Roslin came up with the execution method. I'm Tyrol. She put a Cylon out of the airlock. My father was a priest, my mother was an oracle. I've served on battlestars since I was 18 years old. Pegasus, Colombia, Atlantia, Galact- Don't talk to me like you're a soldier! You are not a soldier! (GROANS) The old man always had a soft spot for you. Let him decide what to do. Colonel, you've gotta believe me, I am not a Cylon. I'd never do anything to hurt Adama. I love the old man. That's what your girlfriend said. Get him the hell outta here! Chief. I thought you were on Cobol. Don't you talk to me. Don't come near me, don't touch me. If you do, I swear... I will kill you. No sign of centurions on the perimeter. I don't like it. Human toasters don't go anywhere alone. Think they're bait? Pair of Cylons don't just drive up here in broad daylight. Not after we hit that convoy last week. Fracking A. All right, screw it. Pass word for everybody. I'm gonna blow these Cylons away before they ever knew what hit 'em. OK. We gotta figure out where the hell we are. Why, you don't know? You're the navigator. You were driving. All right, we can head towards Gub's Point. There's an emergency airstrip. No, I've been. I was thinking we could head south west, towards... (SNAPPING) Did you hear that? Drive through bad neighbourhoods? Better safe than sorry. I hear that. We're sitting ducks out here. You go, I'll cover. Why me?! Don't start. Fine. Ready? Yeah. Go. Five of them spread out between nine and one. 50 metres. Ready? Go! Didn't see any shiny silver out there. I think we're dealing with the human variety. Hope so, they're not as tough as mechanicals. Yeah. They do bleed good though, you gotta like that. Let's get out of here, come on. They looked the Chief up with Boomer. Tigh thinks he's a Cylon. I know. I'm going to see the colonel now. I think he wants me to find a way to clear the chief or... Or what? He'll throw him out the airlock like a piece of garbage? If Commander Adama was in charge, this would never have happened. Yes, but he's not in charge, is he? I've known the chief for years, he's not toaster. He was involved with Lieutenant Valerii, who certainly is a toaster. That was racist, I don't like it. Sure, he's shown some bad judgement getting involved her but that doesn't mean he's a toaster. You've got to help him. Say something, Gaius. Tell her you won't have racial epithets used in your presence. I'm very sorry, I was going to tell the colonel there's nothing I can do. The Cylon detector I developed doesn't work. Clearly. No. You've got to help him. Your child's gonna be half toaster. How does that make you feel? Nothing would make me happier. I just don't know what I'd possibly say. Excuse me. He helped you. He didn't tell anyone what you did on Cobol. What you did to Crashdown. What I did to Crashdown saved your life. Are you blackmailing me? Help the chief, help yourself, Doctor. Yes, Doctor. That's what you're best at, isn't it? Deck log. What the hell's the matter with your Cylon detector, Doctor. You gave the assassin a pass. That was a beta test, a preliminary. Clearly I haven't perfected my methodology and she slipped through. So what the hell are you telling me, that we're back to square one? No-one's results are defendable, there's no way of knowing? I'm not saying that, I'm saying that since Valerii's te... since the assassin's test, I've developed a new set of protocols which should eliminate any errors, anomalies that cropped up earlier. If you let me test the chief's blood I might be able` No if, I want a definitive answer. No more of your weaselly techno babble, he's a Cylon or he's not so go and do something right for a change. I am the Vice President. Legally speaking, if the President is incapacitated, shouldn't I take over her duties? Legally speaking, I have declared martial law and that makes you nobody. So, unless you wanna join Roslin in the brig, I suggest you get to work. It's good to see you, Colonel. Aren't you getting tired of the continual humiliation? The disrespect from mechanics and colonels alike? What do you think? Maybe it's time to do something about it. Sir. What's this? Fleet captain's reporting protest among civilians. Demonstrations, petitions leading to some civil disobedience. All over the declaration of martial law. Sir, there's more. Tillion refining vessel say if they don't have a voice in government - What? Their captain says they'll send fuel once the civilian government has been restored. And three other ships are also refusing to resupply Galactica until the President's reinstated. And I got a note from Combat warning about problems with Tillion resupplies so watch your fuel burn until further notice. Questions? Yeah, when are you coming back to the card game? I'm afraid when I'm off duty, I'll be enjoying the intimate surroundings of the brig until,... er, well, until further notice. Come on back, we miss you. We could bring the game to you. I doubt Colonel Tigh would approve. (ALL SHOUT) All right, all right. Hey, knock it off! Morning, sir. Sergeant, shall we? Morning, sir. Morning, Dee, fancy meeting you here. Just on my way, sir. Hey, guys. How's it going, Dee? Good, thanks. How's my father today? Er, Commander Adama's the same, Captain. Sedated, resting comfortably since the surgery. Trouble brewing in the fleet though. Oh, I'm shocked(!) What kind of trouble? Martial law isn't going down too well. Protests, demonstrations. Some ships are even refusing to resupply Galactica. And this is the honeymoon period. What's a dictator to do? I... I wish... (I wish you were in command, sir.) Dee. (He's hitting the bottle.) (A lot.) Thank you for your company, Petty Officer Dualla. You're welcome, sir. Hmm, you OK, baby? No, I'm not OK. My head feels like it's gonna roll off my shoulders. What are you working on? I'm trying to figure out how to solve our resupply problem now that half the fleet has gone out on strike. Are you serious? Yes, I'm serious. I should probably call a summit sit-down with all our captains and explain the situation and tell them why I had to declare martial law. Oh, screw them. Like you have to explain yourself to them? It wouldn't hurt. It might cool things down a little. What? Nothing. No, no, no, it's... You're the boss. Far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, I know that's one of your issues. Just say it. I don't know, it just feels, kind of, touchy-feely. You know, let's all sit down and talk about how we feel about martial law. Bill would never do that. But you've gotta do what you've gotta do. I mean, Bill may never get on his feet again. Honey. Honey, you handle this the way you want. They'll respect that. Eventually. Mr Gaeta, send the following to all ship's captains. Message begins. Resupply operations of this ship are not, repeat not optional. All ships to recommence scheduled supply runs immediately. Failure to comply will result in... stern measures. Message ends. You happy now? I'll flank. I'll draw fire. No, no. Hi. We're not Cylons. Right, you're human. You have a soul, you swim in the stream. We've heard it all before. Hey, Colonial Fleet. Notice the uniforms? Yeah, right. We've seen Cylons in uniform before. We're human. Yeah, right. Everyone on Caprica's dead. You're not. I just got here. I wanna hear some names. I'm Anders. Samuel T Anders? Yeah, that's right. That's Jo Man, Raleigh, Ten Point, Sue-Shaun, Grip Key, Morris Fink. Kara, these are the Caprica Buccaneers. I don't think so. Give me a ball, girl, I'll shove it up your ass. Please... try. OK, since we're all getting along so well, can people stop pointing guns? How does a professional pyramid team survive a nuclear holocaust? We were in the mountains when the Cylons attacked, high-altitude training. We've been on the run ever since. Doing what? Raiding military stores for ammo, anti-radiation meds and plugging toasters whenever they show up. Same as us. OK. How many foul breaks did you have in the play off against Arilon? You're kidding, right? You either have the answer or you have a bullet. Three. Wrong. Four. Three. The last one was called back on instant replay. He's right, Starbuck. I lost 20 cubits on that game. Fine. For now. On three. One. Two. Three. You know you guys suck, right? Can't shoot, can't pass. Sure as hell can't take a point. Everyone's a critic. Here's your medication, Madam President. And a little something from the galley. Thank you, Corporal. Kamala and liquorice. Would you like some? I hate liquorice. Me too. It's interesting he still calls you Madam President. You still have a lot of supporters out there. Something ugly is coming, I can feel it. Sir, refinery captain's still not co-operating and now seven other container ships are refusing to release their supplies. Food, medicine, even coffee. Coffee? This is getting ridiculous. Frack this. It's time to get their attention. I'm sending in the marines. I want a Raptor and an armed-marine boarding party for every ship refusing the resupply order. Sir, we're stretched pretty thin on manpower. I'm not sure we have enough marine on-coms to command that many boarding parties. Well, pull pilots and deck officers to command the boarding parties if you have to. Tell them to get over there and bring back supplies. Whatever it takes. Make it happen, Lieutenant. Yes, sir. (SHOUTING) People, step back! We're just here for the supplies! Stay away, no-one gets hurt. For the last time, step back, all right? Get back! Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fire! Four civilian dead. How the frack could this have happened? What do you expect, genius? You put a pilot in charge of crowd control. Palladino. Did you give the order to shoot on that crowd? No, sir, of course not. The crowd surrounded us. Were they armed? No, sir, but... you had to be there. They were yelling and screaming at us and... then it got violent, they started throwing things, canisters, coffee, I think. Coffee? You shot people for throwing coffee? The crowd was out of control. They were pressing in on us, my men were getting hurt. Someone took a shot, I don't know who. Then all hell broke loose. If ever we needed you, Bill, it's right now. Troops shooting unarmed civilians. This is a travesty, he has stepped over the line. It'll cause an explosion in the fleet, the press will have a field day. The ships will begin to splinter and the Cylons will be able to eliminate us a few ships at a time. I've gotta get out of here now. Corporal. I am right with you. I'm so glad you said that. I wanna take Billy and Elosha with me. Course you do. I've worked out a way of getting us to the hangar deck. And I can get us a Raptor. But we're still gonna need clearance to get off the ship. I know how to get that. You do? Hmm-mm. The question is, where do we go once we get off? We'll have to find some place to hide in the fleet while we rally support. I've got an idea about that. You're not gonna like it. I'm not cut out for this, I never was. Don't talk like that, Saul. This is your moment. Me and Bill, side by side, that was the deal. It was never supposed to be me alone. Like it or not, you're in command so deal with it. I don't wanna deal with it. I do not wanna command, don't you get it? Why do I listen to you? What are you... I never told you to send troops out to that ship. No, you didn't tell me to send troops anywhere, you manipulate. You always do. You put the knife in and you twist it. Oh, right! You're gonna blame me for your own inadequacies? I'm not blaming you. You are so fracking passive. If I didn't push you, you would never get your head out of that fracking bottle and do anything! I warned you. Get your... I love you, Saul. Shut up, Helen. I guess you really must hate me. I don't know if it makes any difference right now but I'm really sorry you got pulled into this. What we had` Was nothing. Nothing. You're a machine, I'm not. Well, whatever I am, I know how I felt. Software doesn't have feelings. I never meant to hurt you. I'd like some privacy, please. I'll be fine. Thank you. And how are we this evening? What do you want? I'm here to determine whether you're a Cylon or not. Your arm, please. This test doesn't work too well. I mean, you gave me the green light. The test works... just fine. Chief? Chief? I lied to you, Sharon. I covered up your true nature from the rest of the fleet for my own purposes. What did you do to him? He's not breathing. No, he's dying right now, Sharon. I can save him, if you tell me how many Cylons there are left in the fleet. I don't know! I'm not getting a pulse. Yes, you do. Now, buried, deep down in that thing you call a subconscious, you know. How many? I don't know! He doesn't have time for this, Sharon, his organs are shutting down. In ten seconds time, he'll experience complete brain-stem death! How many?! Do you love him, Sharon? Only you can save him. Ten, nine. Do you love him?! Do you love him, Sharon?! Eight! There are eight. (GASPS) All right, let's get these weapons unloaded. Let's go. Raided an armoury earlier today, about 18 clicks north. Brought home a lot of toys. What is this place? Delta Union High School. Toasters don't patrol this area. It's a good place to get some shut eye, a bite to eat. How many people? 53. We had almost a hundred before the toasters ambushed us last week. Let's go! More pyramid teams? No, just us Sea Bucks. The rest are survivalists, hikers mostly. How'd you stock up anti-radiation meds? Raided a couple of hospitals down at Pilgrim Bay. Figure we've got enough for about three months. Let's get you some bunk space, come on. 53, huh? Not exactly an army but a hell of a lot better than us if we're gonna assault an airbase, steal a raider and get the frack off this planet. I'll just be a moment. Doctor, I need your help. But it's illegal, dangerous and in violation of your oath as officer. You're a lousy salesman. Corporal. I just wanna tell you how much the President appreciates all the little things you do for her. Hey, anything I can do to make things easier for her. Great. She... has a special request. If I could just get your signature, sir. (SIGHS) Why are we closing down causeway B? Integrity testing, sir. Got shoot up pretty bad when the toasters boarded us and we've been getting some pressure drops in there. Tell them to get it fixed. Oh! Sorry. Lieutenant. Things are pretty fracked up these days. Well, things are pretty fracked up most days. If... people are upset, they should go to the proper channels though. Not sure I understa- I was running some maintenance checks. Detected a series of scrambled calls going out over the last few hours. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you? No, sir. Off-log calls are against regs. That's right. I'm sure you won't approve but I guess that's nothing new. I just want you to know that this... this isn't about you and me. (FOOTSTEPS) Goodbye, Dad. Are you gonna help out here or what? They're putting the chief in there, you know. I don't care if they put a giant parakeet in there. Colonel says build a cell, we build a cell. This isn't right. He's one of us. He's one of them. He always was, we just never saw it. He's innocent, she tricked him. Such loyalty. Were you fracking him too? You wanna get pissed at someone, you get pissed at Boomer. She's the one who put the chief in the cell here, not us. Evening, sir. Evening, Dee, fancy meeting you here. Everything set? Roger that. Sorry, Captain, can't chit-chat today. Captain. I'm having trouble with the ordinance tracking on my Raptor, sir. I can't get it to cycle. Oh. Change of plans, boys. Instead of getting some rack time, I'm gonna take a minute to do the lieutenant's job for her. Yes, sir. After you. OK, make it look good. But not too good. Hold it. Private, do you know who I am? Good. You and I have something in common. We each took an oath to protect and defend the articles of colonisation. Those articles are under attack. As is our entire democratic way of life. Now, my duty won't let me stand here and allow that to happen so I intend to go through that hatch and get off this ship. Damn it. They should be here by now. You can either stand aside or you can shoot me. You have to decide where your duty lies. Madam President. Madam President, this way. Billy. Madam President, I'm not getting on that ship with you. What? I understand what you're trying to do but... it's gonna divide the fleet. At the very best, it'll create an insurgency against Adama and, at the worst, civil war. Taking part in that is a line that I won't cross. We do not have a lot of time. I wish you well. Deck top two seven, checkers green, ready for launch on medical mission. Request clearance. Good to see you. You OK? I think so. My feet barely touched the ground getting here. I know what you mean. "Deck top two seven, to standard port three." "Clear for launch." Standard port three. Wilco. Sir, Corporal Venner reports the former president's missing. Missing? Two men down, cell's empty. Damn it. Alert security. Set condition two. No-one on or off the ship. (ALARM SOUNDS) Attention, set condition two throughout the ship. Repeat, set condition two throughout the ship. Sir, flight log records a Raptor departed the ship two minutes ago with Doc Kottle on a medical emergency. Medical? Confirm that. Transponder bearing two eight seven karem, oh, oh, three, range two seven. Give the captain on the horn and have them intercept. Get Captain Adama out of the brig. Sir. Doctor Kottle is on board. He said he was forced to request the Raptor at gun point by Apollo. Son of a bitch. Dee, put me through to that Raptor. Cap has visual on the target. Turn that ship around, Apollo, or I'll order the Cap to shoot you down. "We're not turning back." I'll do it. Don't think I won't just because you're the old man's son. Do what you have to do, Galactica. Apollo out. Fire across their bow. Hot Dog, Galactica. Fire across their bow. Acknowledge? Wilko, Galactica. Hot Dog reports they're not turning around, sir. Where are they now? Radar shows them approaching Cloud Nine. Sir, if they dock, we may lose them. Cloud Nine's one of the busiest transport hubs. Shuttles are coming and going constantly. If they board one and take off, it'll be before we can shut down air traffic. Galactica, Hot Dog, request instructions. "Galactica, Hot Dog. I need further instructions." "Do I fire or not?" Dee, tell Hot Dog to hold his fire. Repeat, weapons hold, do not fire. Hot Dog, Galactica. Weapons hold. Repeat, do not fire. They couldn't have done it on their own. Anybody notice off-log calls? Scrambled communications? No, sir. Nothing. Well, we're home free, for now. Good to see you, Madam President. Captain Apollo, what is Mr Zarek doing here? Once Tigh gets over his initial shock, he'll send troops out to search for us. If we're gonna make it, we have to keep on the move. I figure Mr Zarek here is the only one in the fleet with enough shady friends to possibly hide us. I love the way he puts that. Well, Mr Zarek, it would seem the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Call me Tom. Our shuttle's waiting, Ma'am, we have to hurry. Wow, is that the best you can do? Oh, nice to know installing a regulation pyramid court was one of the priorities of the resistance. There are some things one cannot live without. Let's go. Are you kidding? I'll wipe the court with you. We'll see about that. I was up for the pros. Bum knee took me out of contention. I see. Is that gonna be your excuse when I kick your ass? "My poor knee hurts." At least I have an excuse. Can't imagine what yours is gonna be. Nice shot. Thanks. Thanks, Doc, I appreciate it. Don't thank me. Thank her. Why, what did she have to do with it? Everything. Nothing. Love is a strange and... wonderful thing, Chief. You be happy you experienced it at all. Even if it was with a machine. What are they gonna do to her? They're setting up a new holding facility. There'll be tests. An entire physical. Like she's... like she's some kind of lab rat? That's the idea. This is just great. Bill Adama's little baby boy pulls the wool over your eyes and you let him get away scot-free. You're a laughing stock! You didn't want this command? Don't worry about it, you won't have it for much longer. All because when push came to shove, you got shoved. It was his son. Saul. What's happening on my ship? Wait in the corridor. Helen, can I speak to my XO? Of course. Slowly. (GROANS) What's happened? I fracked things up good. How? I made some bad calls. (LAUGHS) I've done that. Not like these. You gonna pour us one of those or what? Yeah. Never had much for use for people second guessing my decisions. Especially if they've never held a command. They don't understand the pressure... to make a call... ..that effects the lives of thousands and you have no-one to turn to for backup. You make it look easy. You know that's a lie now. A lot of pieces to pick up. Then we'll pick them up together. Where's my son? (SHOUTING) No, no. Come on. No, no. No, no. No. No. No. No. No. Hey, hey. Hey. I love you, Chief. (SOMBRE MUSIC) IMS Subtitles. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.