'Previously on Battlestar Galactica...' You network the FTL computer with the nav-DC and fire control computers. Once they're linked, you only need 10 minutes to complete the calculations. Really? Out-think the Cylons at computer software. Cylons are hacking our network! Attempting to access our mainframe. (MECHANICAL SHUTDOWN) What the hell was that? Uh, it's the virus, sir. It must have spawned copies of itself in some other computer systems. It's knocked out main power and auxiliary units. I love you, Chief. Whaddayou want from me, Helo?! She's a Cylon! Not gonna let you kill her! 'K? She's carrying my child. I have terminal breast cancer. Dr Cottle will verify the diagnosis. I have a few months to live. Fiver-two-eight-niner... So how are we feeling today? Aw, great... Thought I'd find you here. Karl Agathon. You wanna sit in? Maybe next time. So he's the Cylon lover... I don't care who or what he fracks, he saved my ass down there, alright? But how could anyone fall in love with a Toaster? Same way I hear everyone was high-fiving Sharon right before she put two in Adama's chest. The bastards frack with your head. Just ask the Chief. I knew it. I need a drink... Rested and ready... Look at you! Rested anyway. Nothing to do but eat and sleep. Unauthorised discharge of a firearm with a bonus charge. They shoulda given you a medal for popping that Toaster. Chief - I heard you went to bat for me. Forget it. I want - Forget it. Need all the knuckle-draggers I can get. Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing. Still couldn't trap a landing worth a damn. Put the bender undercarriage back into place after every landing. Approaches made her nervous. She was afraid you'd be watching. Approaches made her nervous. She was afraid you'd be watching. I usually was. Screw it. You're folding with three up - are you crazy?! Not when you got me beat. Prince high red, right? Been playing with these cards so long I know every fold. So life's a bitch. Whaddayou wanna do, cry about it? No. I just want it to end, OK? The bad food, the endless rotations, pretending a card game is the high point of our day. It's not gonna last forever. Earth is out there. (CHUCKLES) Great(!) We could all be chasing our tails over some half-assed planetarium show. You guys can all go to hell. I'm gonna go find Helo. Good idea. Maybe that Cylon whore taught him a few tricks. Look, Chief, I never intended for Sharon to - y'know, it just kind of evolved. Just a couple of lovesick kids, huh? I know how she felt about you. 'K? She loved you. She fill you in on the rest of the plan? She and I were gonna muster out at the end of our service. Thought we would get married. Maybe we... would have children. But I guess I'm just a big frackin' idiot, huh? Probably that Toaster was planning all along... Don't call her that. tricking some moron into giving her a kid! Know what? I should probably be grateful to you! Probably be grateful. Know why? Because that freak in her belly could have been mine. Hey, you OK? Sorry. Son of a... That's enough, Chief! You don't get to call it. Enough! I don't even know why I'm mad at you. My Sharon's dead! That thing in the brig,... ..that isn't Sharon. Roger, blue leader, say fuel state. "(LOUD WHINING)" What the hell is that?! Uh, it was us, sir, but I can't find the transmission's source. Something triggering our com system to broadcast an automatic signal. Which the Cylons could trace to get a fix on our position. Let's assume that for now. Update and distribute emergency jump-sites, just in case they show up again. D, get me a - (THEME MUSIC) (SEABIRD CALLS) - Leo. - Sunscreen. - There we go. Boom. (CHUCKLES GENTLY) (PLAYERS SHOUT, WHISTLES TRILL) - Mia. (WHISTLE TRILLS) - ...see so many of our younger learners putting their best foot forward. The winner is... Lewis Tyler. (APPLAUSE) - (MOUTHS) (WARM POP MUSIC) - The grips. That's it. One, two. - (GRUNTS) - That's it. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - Got enough T-shirts in there and jerseys? - CHUCKLES GENTLY: Yes, Mum. - This will keep you safe, moko. - Thank you, Nana. - Mm. Pack your bags. - Hi, guys. Come on in. Nice and gentle. Look. You're all finished. - Easy. I'm OK. No, stay there. I'm OK, sir. We'll get you to Doc Cottle. Mr Gaeta, find out what happened. I'm OK. Mr Gaeta? Power surge energised the board. System's been twitchy ever since the Cylon's infiltrated our network. Mr Gaeta, this is more than a twitch. I don't care if you have to go through this program line by line - fix it. Excuse me?! You heard me. Sir, I'm running every diagnostic we've got - checking each line of code could take days. I am not interested in excuses - fix it! No excuse, sir, it's a fracking fact! Mr Gaeta. Yes, sir. Pull yourself together. I'm sorry, sir. What the hell is his problem?! Months on the run and what do we have to show for it? Casualties. Deteriorating conditions. Yeah, this crew needs a rest. It's finally hitting them. Their whole lives have gone. The only thing we have to look forward to is this. Chief, where's the 289-er? I need her for drills today. Ship's grounded, sir. For how long?! Permanently. Salvaging what we can, but it's gone. Permanently. Salvaging what we can, but it's gone. Yeah, but I need that ship online! What can I tell you, Captain? If it was a horse - Got something, Chief. - they'd shoot it. Chief, come on. Work with me here, I need your help. What should I do - work my crew to death?! No. Just do your best. Nobody's expecting miracles. Maybe that's the problem... Frackin' why not...? What's going on, Chief? All right, here's the deal - we... are gonna build a new fighter. What about... the rest of the ships?! I'm three days' backlog on repairs as is. Strictly an off-duty project. Nobody takes one minute away from regular maintenance and repairs. You don't think we can do this? Wouldn't even know how to begin. What else is new...? Screw you. It means fabricating a frame. Avionics. Life support. It's frackin' impossible! You know what, then? Forget you. I don't need you. Chief, wait, it's not like that - I said forget it! Get back to work. That's an order! How much time do I have? Weeks. A month at the outside. Will I be able to work? Unless the cancer goes to your brain. That happens, you - (MULTIPLE GUNSHOTS) Someone's a tad aggressive... Someone's a tad aggressive... Just shut up and shoot. My gods, between you and Racetrack it's like... ..having a conversation's like walking through a minefield! You're the last person who should be lecturing me about manner. From what I hear, you've also been riding Chief Tyrol pretty good. Press it. (BUZZER) I just reminded him that I expect Viper maintenance to take precedence over his... hobby project. Nice...! I'm surprised he didn't take a swing at you. Come on, Starbuck - you don't think that piece of junk can actually fly, do you? (BUZZER) (GUNSHOTS) 50 cubits says he gets it in the air. Yeah? Who'll fly it? Won't be me! Don't look at me! I wasn't. What?! I'll fly it. I'll fly it. You? Me. Why? Because... While everyone else is standing around, whining, We're whining?! the Chief is doing something positive. I'm deeply moved. Really?! Honestly, I am. (LAUGHS) (THUD!) (LAUGHS) (SHE CONTINUES LAUGHING) (STILL LAUGHING) He looks so blue. (Hey, you look like a blueberry!) There's no oxygen in here. There's no oxygen in here. There's no oxygen. (MOANS / HALF-SCREAMS) (LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY) (STILL LAUGHING) I'm out. (ALARM) Nice shot. (LAUGHS) The environmental computer decided the firing range was over-pressurised and started bleeding out air to compensate. Two more minutes, we'd've been dead. Power fluctuations. Equipment failures. Sir, I think I've found the cause. What is that? Cylon logic bomb. A heuristic computer virus. It's capable of learning, evolving. It's probably running in parallel with every computer in the ship right now, just waiting to be activated. No doubt left behind when the Cylons infiltrated the network Colonel Tigh set up. The day you were shot, sir. That was weeks ago! Why now? Most likely, sir, it took that long for it to crack our encrypted codes. Once that happened, it started testing its ability to control our systems - electrical, environmental. How do you kill it? Well, that's the tricky part. If it's a Cylon virus, it is... extremely difficult to eradicate. Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky, then. Cos I have an expert on board. Tell Helo to run this past our prisoner. Aw, come on...! Come on! For frack's sakes...! Son of a bitch! Godsdammit...! I got it. Go back to work. It's a two-man job, Chief. Want this wing up or not? (On three. One, two, three.) Great. Great... There, hold it there. Sir, we're continuing to experience power and equipment failures across the ship. Thank you. We'd better up our alert status and put our damage control teams on standby. Not yet. Seen the ship that the Chief is building? His imaginary fighter? I don't need to - it's a waste of time. The deck crew don't think so. We need to focus on the remaining fleet, not get bogged down in a pipe-dream. We should shut it down. It may come to that. But I won't take this project away from him. Until I have to. If you feel like hitting something... OK. Don't square up, don't square up. Rotate... Just drop a knee. "(FAINT TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT)" That's nice. Now,... if you wanna throw 'em... I'll be you. Head in a lock, grab the wrist. Secure the arm. Then I'm just gonna drop the knee, rotate 45. OK. Are you all right? Yeah. Just like we did in Basic. Let's bring a live opponent into the mix. Let's see what she's got. There you go. There you go. Nice. Let's drop the knife. (KNOCKING ON A DOOR) Oh. Billy! Hey...! How long have you been on board? Just arrived. Do you have actual memories of being with the Chief before the Cylon attack? Yeah. I'm sorry. You asked. Do you still love him? Helo,... ..you're the father of my child. You're the first in my heart. Nothing is ever gonna change that. All right. We have to get to this. Dr Baltar says it's some sort of Cylon logic bomb. Do you see anything? Can you flip? Sharon? Sharon. Sharon?! Sharon! Sharon! I need to talk to Commander Adama. Right now. Why? It's a Cylon virus all right. It's been learning your system. Testing, adapting. Finding weak spots. For what?! So they can turn Galactica's systems against you. Crash you into other ships. Detonate your weapon stores. Suffocate the crews... What about you, the baby? I'm a liability to that. Helo, this logic bomb will run its course in a matter of hours. Once it does, the Cylons are gonna kill us all! (SEABIRD CALLS) - Leo. - Sunscreen. - There we go. Boom. (CHUCKLES GENTLY) (PLAYERS SHOUT, WHISTLES TRILL) - Mia. (WHISTLE TRILLS) - ...see so many of our younger learners putting their best foot forward. The winner is... Lewis Tyler. (APPLAUSE) - (MOUTHS) (WARM POP MUSIC) - The grips. That's it. One, two. - (GRUNTS) - That's it. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - Got enough T-shirts in there and jerseys? - CHUCKLES GENTLY: Yes, Mum. - This will keep you safe, moko. - Thank you, Nana. - Mm. Pack your bags. - Hi, guys. Come on in. Nice and gentle. Look. You're all finished. - Easy. (WHOOSH!) (POP!) Commander Adama - Whatever it is you have to say, make it quick. Well, I hate to say it, but you've got the cockpit too far back. Gonna run into CG problems when you manoeuvre. Captain, we're not going for manoeuvrability, we're going for speed. Besides, you didn't think this'd fly anyway. It sure as hell won't with the cockpit rammed up its - D?! Hey. Uh, what are you doing here? Communications, I think. Chief's great with the hydraulics, but... this comm system's a mess. Ten-hut... Had to see this with my own eyes. Won't be long before we have the whole CIC down here. You working on this class project too, Apollo? No. Good to see someone has sense. Chief in the tool room? Uh, getting some rec time, sir. What's this, Chief? Making solvent, sir. To clean engine parts. Solvent my ass, I know a still when I smell it - what the hell are you up to?! I need booze. To trade for parts. I'm scrounging what I can, but I need engines. I know I need Commander Adama's permission to cannibalise a wreck. We both know that piece of crap'll never fly. I gotta try, sir. What's the point? Because that ship - the work, that's all I've got left! I don't have that, I... I almost forgot, I promised the XO of the Bopacol I'd help him out. Sir? He's got some obsolete DDG-62 engines taking up space on his flight deck. Probably crap, but I told him I'd have a crew in there to haul them out asap. Glad to be of help, sir. Good. Madam President, your shuttle's ready. Thank you again for letting me use your quarters. Please... I wanted to return this. This was a gift. Never lend a book, I know, but... I've had it too long. Belongs in your collection. I'm late for a Quorum meeting. Is there a problem? Our computers have been infected by a Cylon virus, corrupting the system throughout the entire ship. I've just been notified that this is a prelude to an all-out attack by the Cylons. I assume you've tried to disable it. Mr Gaeta and the Vice-President are handling that right now. I'm not hopeful. Commander, I'm not sure what I can offer you besides moral support. Actually, Madam President,... I could use your advice. You want to what?! Completely erase our computer drives, start the entire ship's system and then restore them, using our pre-war back-ups. Leaving us with our pants down until we're back online?! I already spoke to the Commander, sir. And...? He's considering it. Only way to destroy the virus. Thought the Commander told you - Colonel, want to survive this?! So we calculate a job and get some distance on these Cylon bastards - Sir, we can't risk a jump. All systems are compromised, including navigation - the virus could drop us into a sun. Our signal will catch up with the Cylon fleet sooner - They'll take over all our systems and then have 100 ways to kill us. I've just come from... seeing our Cylon prisoner. She's offering a possible solution to the problem. And you're wondering if you can trust her. It takes all I have not to put my hands around her throat. You can't believe I'm contemplating this. We both know the Cylons are experts at manipulation. They will do anything to confuse you. This is not the one who shot me. Can they really be that different from one another? Commander, if you're asking me if it's possible that your judgement's been clouded by your history with this particular Cylon model, I'd have to say yes. But... ..we created them. There's always a chance we might find common ground. We need to work quickly. We're on borrowed time. Let her go. Yes, sir. D - do you still carry your father's pocket-knife? Give it to her. Mr Gaeta, can you set me up with a fibre-optic comm link? I need broadcast to all frequencies in direct contact in the mainframe. Do it. Sir. Right here, Shar` Thanks. Raiders! Here they come! Multiple targets. Bearing 371, clear on 552! Cylon raiders! Bastards tracked us. Launch Vipers. (ALARMS SOUND / COMMOTION) "The raiders are holding." "Roger, Apollo. Raiders are holding formation." "Repeat, raiders are holding formation." What the hell...?! OK, this is how it's gonna work - the raiders are gonna send a signal to activate the virus. It could take a few seconds. On my mark, initiate computer wipe. Miss the window... The virus takes over every system in the ship. Sometimes you gotta roll the hard 6. Right, Commander? (STRAINS) What the hell is she doing?! We've made contact, sir. Moving too fast, I can't follow it! You gotta stop this. Stand by to execute computer wipe on my command. Systems ready, sir. Wipe the hard drive now! Do it. "My gods, what are they doing?" VOICEOVER: Staying connected matters when you're here... ..and over here, and all the way out here. When it comes to staying connected, trust the people who've been connecting New Zealanders for generations. Weapons are still offline. Systems down. We're looking at a godsdamn bloodbath! We're defenceless! "Apollo, here they come!" All right, copy, Hotdog. Gods, there must be hundreds of 'em! Cylons are still moving in! She set us up! Give me your sidearm. Yes, sir. If they're coming for ya they're gonna be disappointed. Do it! What are you waiting for?! This. What the hell...?! We just transmitted a signal. "Uh,.... Galactica?" "They - they seem to have... lost power." "They're drifting outta control!" What the hell...?! Cylons sent the computer virus. But we just sent one back. Apollo, this is Galactica. Kill the bastards. Hah! Come on, baby! Roger. Vipers, weapons free. Engage. This - this is payback. (WHOOPING) How'd ya like that?! Seen this?! "Got this Toaster padlocked!" "Come on...! (WHOOPS)" "(UNCLEAR DIALOGUE BETWEEN PILOTS)" Officers. Yes, sir. Take this thing back to its cell. There you go, Chief. Nice to be small, huh? Ship's got more than one engine. Get to it. We are so damn close. There has gotta be some extra metal lying around we can use to skin this thing - floorboards, extra bulkheads, something... Most of it is ticketed for Viper repair. Who says you need metal? Carbon composite. Good call, Helo. Gonna be hard as hell to see on Dratus, but the question is, will it fly? Ju-u-ust watch me. Instruments - in the green. Fuel pressure - nominal. Starbuck, Blackbird flight is cleared for launch. Run-up. "Initiate launch sequence." Oh, don't blow up on me, you bastard... "Clear for launch." "So far, so good." Hey! Hey, will ya take it easy?! Start slow! "You're testing the ship - it's not about the pilot showing off." "Who's showing off?!" Godsdammit, what is this?! What are you trying to prove?! Nothing! Gotta be... kidding me! (WHOOPS) O lords...! OK. Let's see what this baby can do. (WHOOPING / LAUGHING) Oh! "Starbuck? Where are you?" "Starbuck, ya hear me?! Starbuck!" She's gone! "We've lost a pilot! I lost her!" "No Dratus contact..." Starbuck. Starbuck, where are you?! "Starbuck, come in! Starbuck, do you read?!" "Kara, are you OK?" Of course you lost contact, it's a stealth ship, remember? (LAUGHS) (APPLAUSE) Commander on deck! As you were. Chief Tyrol. This is it? Yes, ma'am. Madam President, this is an honour. No, the honour's mine. It's remarkable. Just a ship, ma'am. Oh, you're much too modest. After what we've been through,... ..it would be very easy to give up, to lose hope. But not here. Not today. This is more than a ship, Chief, this is an act of faith. And it's proof... that despite all we've lost,... ..we keep trying... and we will get through this. All of us, together. I promise. Commander, (CLEARS THROAT) Uh, Madam President, this was... supposed to be a surprise, but - well... Thank you. If you'll do us the honours, Madam President. Oh, 'course! (GASPS ALL ROUND, THEN LAUGHTER) Kidding. (POP!) Hell of an idea using carbon composites. It's a good job. Nice work. That was lovely. They wanted to do that for you. Thank you. None of this would have been possible if you hadn't trusted the Cylon. I took your advice - met on common ground. What was that? We both wanted to live. IMS Subtitles Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.