'Previously on Battlestar Galactica...' Lee, you can't leave. You have to stay. You have to really stay. You must betray Roslin and run for president in the upcoming election. I know it's hard but it's the only way. Word of this murder has spread through the fleet. A crew can fall apart when a commander dies. Pegasus lost two. I'm putting Garner in command. He's an engineer! He's the best they got. Pegasus, Buster. Dradis-intercept training birds are away. "Buster, Pegasus. Roger that. Take station." Communications will suffer interruptions due to stellar EMI activity. Acknowledge. "(STATIC)" "Our communications suck!" Will it be like this all day? Big time! Those binaries are putting out so much EMI Dradis is barely working. I'll put some distance between us and the fleet, get us out of the soup. See if we can get a cleaner picture. Hey! Whoever's in there, time's up! Let's go! Come on! Tired viper jockeys wanna sleep. Go hit the showers, Duck! We'll be gone by the time you get back. (GRUNTS SOFTLY IN PAIN) How do you feel? Oh, not great. But Cottle's given me the thumbs-up and it's been almost a month, so it's back to work. You ready to go into the belly of the Beast? The beast? Yeah. That's what they call the Pegasus now. Galactica's the Bucket. (LAUGHS) The Bucket and the Beast? Don't we make a pair? Come on... No, you come on. Go on. Go. Anyway it's only a temporary assignment. I should be back again in a couple of weeks. Why'd the old man pick you? One word - Starbuck. Is she in hack again?! (CHUCKLES) Not yet. But she's been driving Garner up one bulkhead and down the other ever since she took over flight training on - What do you call it? The Beast? And since I won't be flying combat for a while... Were you gonna mention these? Oh, yeah. I got promoted to major. Well, don't sound so happy! Doesn't mean much. I think it means a lot. Oh. Well, if you say so, then, it must be true. What's going on? We were unloading one of the containers and one of the crates shifted. We looked inside and saw something was moving. Did you call it in? Yeah. The Marines are on their way. Gimme a light. We don't know what we're dealing with. Don't you think we should wait? You wait out here. Chief... Is this the Galactica? Yeah. Are you Dr Cottle? "(STATIC / DISTORTED VOICE)" What the hell was that? I don't know. We should call it in. I'll spin up the FTL just in case. Pegasus, this is Raptor 718. "(STATIC / DISTORTED VOICE)" Say again, Shark. "(STATIC / DISTORT)" .."distress"... Shark, repeat your last. Did you declare an emergency? Buster, Shark, do you read? Shark, repeat your last. Did you declare an emergency? Commander Garner on deck. Buster, Shark, do you read? What have you got, Mr Hoshi? Not sure, sir. I think Buster has an emergency but their transmission's garbled. We've lost them, sir. Welcome aboard, Major. I didn't expect a welcoming committee. Don't flatter yourself. I was in the neighbourhood. Major Adama, sir. Major Adama! Commander Garner. Glad to see you, Major. I wish it was under better circumstances. We have just lost contact with two of our Raptors. When did that happen?! Captain Thrace, perhaps if you were on the flight deck monitoring your Raptors, as any officer worth a damn would be, you'd know four of our pilots were missing. Major? You with me, Major? Yes, sir. They disappeared from the Dradis an hour ago. They're gone! (BABBLE OF VOICES) Shut the hell up! We lose two Raptors, and I only find out when the commander throws it in my face?! Don't all speak at once. Sir, it's been made clear discussing flight-deck situations with anyone outside Pegasus crew is not allowed. Sorry, sir. And whose frakkin' bright idea was that? It was Garner, wasn't it? Of course it was. So, barely competent and paranoid! There's a hell of a combination. I have a problem. That problem's name is Kara Thrace. I know how to handle her, sir. And for the record, she is one hell of a viper pilot. I should cut her some slack because she's good in the cockpit?! Because nobody ever cut us any slack in the engine room, I can tell you that right now. But, then, er... I dunno, maybe being a snipe is different from being a viper jockey. No flashy stunts for us, no flying by the seat of our pants down there. The engine room is like a finely tuned watch and everything needs to be monitored in a very precise fashion. Nobody freelances! Everything is done in the proper way at the proper time in the proper order,... or there'd be no power. No lights, no hot showers for your fly-boys. You know, Major, I think some of the people around here... ..could learn a thing or two from the snipes. I'm sorry, Madam President, but it's that time. Oh. Campaign meeting, hm? You've been putting it off for weeks. And we do have a presidential election coming up, unless you've decided not to run. To be honest, Tori, I've thought about it a few times, but I'm still here. There's so much to do, so... ..let's talk politics. Great. Here are the results from our first fleet-wide poll. How did you manage this?! I was precinct captain for the Federalist party in Delphi for years. We did polls to see what the mayor should have for lunch. For what it's worth, you've managed to walk a very fine line. Your bid has the support of both the military and the civilian fleet and you have endorsements from the Gemenese religious leaders. Well, it helps when your only real rival is a convicted terrorist. Am I capable of leading this fleet? Absolutely. And for a time I almost had a chance - until Laura Roslin ascended from politician to prophet. (SIGHS) The truth is, I can't win. But you could. You flatter me, Mr Zarek. But I'm not sure I'm cut out for a life in politics, as I find the vice presidency very tedious. I can imagine that carrying water for Roslin would get old after a time, but it's the office that makes you a perfect candidate. You're pre-sold. Really? To whom? You'd be surprised how many people crave the assurances of cold science as opposed to the superstitious ravings of the Gemenese. As a scientist, you offer hope. Think about it. And you, Tom... You'll just step aside? Really? I'm just happy to back a man of true conviction - a man... who remembers his friends. (ALL CHATTER) Attention on deck! At ease. Where's Stinger? He's in hack for mouthing off to Garner. He stepped on his little toes. Frakking Garner! (ALL LAUGH) He's such an idiot - All right, lock that up! Get something straight. We got two missing Raptor crews who will be out of oxygen in 36 hours. That's all that matters. So everyone knock off the schoolyard crap and stop doing your frakking jobs. Now, we need to start thinking outside the box - which is supposed to be what you do best. Sorry, Major. All right. I wanna know all about these Raptors and their crews. Personal quirks, aircraft squawks, wireless transmissions - anything that might help. Good. Get to it. Who is she? Rya's four months pregnant and doesn't wanna be. The Gemenese have a problem with women terminating pregnancies. Tyrol said that she asked for you by name. Do you wanna tell me what that's really all about? Pretty straightforward. I get a note a girl's on the way. She arrives, I do my work and she leaves. I don't ask a lot of questions. You're gonna start. Come on, doctor. I'm Admiral Adama. Don't worry. I've just come to talk. It doesn't matter what you say. I'm not gonna change my mind. Your parents are a little worried about you. They've contacted me through the Gemenon representative. My parents... Do you have any idea what they would do to me? Please... do not send me back. You're a stowaway aboard a military ship. Some might say she was a victim of political persecution. Hell, she could apply for asylum. Asylum... That's it. I want asylum. Under Gemenon law, the girl is the property of her parents. They can deal with her once she's safely home. To be honest, I'm more concerned with the implications. Sarah - I know you don't wanna hear this. But my people are demanding action on this issue. We have been through this. Abortion was legal under Colonial law before the attacks and so it is still legal today. It's obscene. The Scriptures view abortion as an abomination. You cannot equivocate on this point if you want our support in the coming election. Rya Kibby's petition for asylum is under review. Thank you very much for coming in. I'm not turning that girl over. I'm certainly not banning abortion. Then, don't. But we have to move aggressively on this thing. I'll arrange a conference call with the quorum or this will get out of hand fast. She's not Billy. No, she's not. What? I hate to say this.... ..because I know that this is a political issue., but the fact is that that number doesn't go up very often. I have fought for a woman's right to control her body my entire career. No. I'm just remembering what you said right after the Cylon attack. That if we really wanna save the human race,... ..we'd better start having babies. Nothing, nothing and more nothing. Where... is Shark's last transmission? Well, there's not much there. "..-reek"? They're in distress, they give a bearing requesting instructions. It's an emergency. Can you read? Maybe, but what's this "eve" fragment here? "..-eve, distress..." ..-eve... Received? Received distress call. OK. From who? I dunno. But maybe that's where they went, to go find out. Commander, Captain Thrace has a theory about our missing Raptors. That's good, considering she lost them. Excuse me?! They were out on one of your so-called training missions. My so-called training missions. Let's take this easy. That's when you're not boozing or sowing mutiny. We should do this privately. I know what's happening on my own ship. "Barely competent and paranoid"?! That was off the record. I was just venting... accurately. I'll have you court-martialled. Commander, I'm not defending Captain Thrace's behaviour - Thanks, Major(!) Captain, you're restricted to quarters until I can ship you back to Galactica. You're Adama's pet. Let him deal with you. Major? Sir. You only been on board four days and you're facing charges. You don't waste any time. Neither do you, Lee. How's it feel being Garner's new playmate? I'm here to do a job! Yeah. Keep a loudmouth, disobedient frak of a Kara Thrace in line. Not doing such a good job, are you? Evidently not. We don't have much time. Those guys are running out of air. I tried. All I have done since I got to the Beast is try and help, and all I've gotten is Garner's foot in my ass. Well, maybe you need it! All right. Here we go - finally. What is your problem anyway? What's my problem?! What's my problem... Well, Kara, my problem is you. You keep frakking up and I keep having to clean it up and I am officially sick of it! Poor Lee. Your life is so hard. You mean since I got shot? (SNIFFS) You wanna hear what I think happened to Buster or not? Pegasus, Red Devil. I'm at the coordinates where the Raptors went missing. "Repeat, emer-..." "(STATIC)" "(DISTORTED VOICE)" Buster, is that you? Buster, this is Red Devil, man! Is that you, buddy? Come back to me. "(DISTORTED VOICE)" .."oxygen's almost out. For the love of the gods, help" - Sir, one of our search raptors just picked up a possible distress call from near Pegasus's last communications with Buster. Finally! Possible distress signal. There's a theory that Buster himself might have jumped away to run down a phoney call. It could be a trap. A theory? Is this your theory, Major? This is Captain Thrace's theory, is it not? Mr Thornton, can you give us a fix on this distress signal? It's long-range, over 40 SU away. Spin up the FTL drive and prepare to jump the ship. Yes, sir. Sir,... this isn't just Captain Thrace's theory. I think it's a Cylon trap. And I disagree. Now, get Admiral Adama on the line. I'm going to get our men. (WHOOSH!) (POP!) Admiral, we finally got a bearing on the distress signal. We can jump there in two minutes. I understand how you feel, but the Cylons have been known to lure ships into traps using fake distress calls. Have you considered that? We have, sir. It's a scenario we don't think likely. "We"? "Major Adama, do you concur?" Sir,... Captain Thrace and I are of the opinion that the first two Raptors may well have been lured away by such a trap. An opinion I do not share, sir. We'll send a recon mission in full force - five Raptors, three escort, two rescue. "You have your orders, Commander." Thank you, sir. Thank you, Major. I'm sure your expertise is needed elsewhere. Yes, sir. Yes, I am curious. Why the sudden interest in the fleet's demographic projections? An issue has emerged that may prove divisive to our administration. I would like all the facts before deciding. So now it's... "our administration"? She must be desperate. Well, I'm a very busy man. Luckily I made an initial calculation on these figures seven months ago when nobody seemed concerned. I just factored in the Pegasus crew. It took no time and I didn't mind. I'll save you the bother. You needn't read the report. If we continue on our present course, within the next 18 years the human race will simply be... extinct. "Since assuming the presidency, I've tried to maintain the rights and freedoms we so enjoyed prior to the attack." "One of these rights has now come into direct conflict with the survival of the species, and I find myself forced to make a very difficult decision." "The issue is stark." "The fact is that if the civilisation is to survive, we must - must - repopulate the fleet." "Therefore I am issuing an executive order." From this day forward, anyone seeking to interfere with the birth of a child, whether it be the mother... ..or a medical practitioner,... ..shall be subject to criminal penalty. "Flight-deck personnel, report to stations." Come on! Let's go, let's go! Captain Case! What's going on? We've been ordered to scramble. Ship's getting ready to jump. We launch on the other side. Get to the hangar deck. What? You're the best pilot we've got. Get down there and find a Viper. It's about time you admitted that! Commander, what's our sitrep? This is a rescue mission. On whose authority? Mine! I'm bringing my pilots home. All due respect, sir, but if this is a Cylon trap, we should send a force recon - My pilots are dying down there! I'm going in. I'm not waiting on recon. This violates the Admiral's orders - Major, leave combat. - making this an illegal action - You are relieved, Major! Sergeant? I am forced to take command - (RANTS) - and place you under arrest! Sergeant, take him below. The Commander's been properly relieved. Take him to his quarters. This man is not a member of this crew. You will obey my direct order and you will do it now. Major? You'll come with me. Admiral, the Pegasus has jumped! They're gone. Signal's clean. Jump put us clear of interference. Sir, I show two Raptors. Transponder codes match. They're ours. Mr Hoshi, tell the CAG to launch our recovery team and let's bring our people home. Aye, sir. Pegasus, Red Devil. Our two birds look intact. "Can't quite see inside yet." We're unable to raise the Raptors on wireless. Pegasus, both Raptor crews are dead. "I repeat, they're all... dead." Sir, three Cylon base ships just jumped into weapons range. Oh, my gods. They're launching nukes! Brace for impact! (WHOOSH!) (POP!) Damage report? Two nuclear detonations in the stern, sir! FTL drive inoperative, sir! We're stuck here, sir. All right, Showboat! Take Red Squadron. Hit 'em on the right. Catbird, take green. Hit 'em on the left. The rest of you follow me - straight up the gut. Sergeant, I think you have better things to do. (ALARMS BLARE) Oh, then, the spinner's fine! It's got to be a sensor. Pull it. No, no. Listen to me. Listen! Just pull it! Pull it! (BOOMING EXPLOSION) (ALL YELL) Nuclear detonation. There's damage along the topside heat exchanger. We can't take much more of this. How long before the drives are back up? I don't know. They don't understand. I need to go down there. You have the con. Yes, sir. (ALARMS BLARE) I have the con. Make for the nearest base ship. Roll us over to keep our topside out of their range. Hoshi, contact Starbuck and Case. Tell them I've assumed command and to concentrate on protecting our topside. Aye, sir. Wilco, Pegasus. We got your back. Mr Gaeta, any contact? Negative, sir. (ANGUISHED YELLING) Gimme that. Can I get through there? Base ship dead ahead. They're closing rapidly. We can't keep taking hits like this. Helm, steady as you go. Have the bow battery stand by for salvo fire. Target their centre access. Yes, sir. Let's cut down the odds. We need those FTLs fixed soon. Or we're dead. (BOOMING EXPLOSION) 2200. Main battery has a firing solution. Fire. Coolant pressure's off-scale low! Primary inlet's choked. Pressure's dropping. We got a hull breach in there somewhere. We got to get in there and open the auxiliary valve. We can't do that. We have to! Sir, that breach can vent all our oxygen into space. We don't have a choice. Now, open the hatch. (ROAR OF ESCAPING AIR) Breathing gear? We used it all up fighting the fire! Get me a sledge... and a number-12 spanner. OK! Now close this hatch behind me. We're losing air! Close the goddamn hatch! Close it! Base ship's turning away. He's frakkin' running, Major! (EXPLOSION) But the other two aren't. They're coming hard. Helm - left, full! (LAUGHS) (HISSING / WHISTLE OF ESCAPING AIR) I'm at the manifold! I'm gonna see if I can turn them. (METALLIC CREAKING) Yeah! There's definitely air escaping, through a crack over the SVC relay. The breach is behind that. Vipers are skosh ammo, Major! We're down to throwing rocks at the bastards. We got to haul ass out of here now, sir. Come on, Garner. "Skipper, you're almost out of air." You got it! The pressure's coming back up! Get out of there! Come on! "Your air is gone, skipper. Get out of there. Skipper!" Engineering reporting a green board! FTL online and ready. OK. Commence jump prep. Bring our birds home. Pegasus, Starbuck. Nobody behind me but toasters. Now get us out of here! Air wing's back on board. Launch bay secure. Jump. The next season of your favourite series, the next costume drama... or catchin' up with the girls. The next 90 minutes... or the final over. The next instalment of Halo. The next drive of your life. Or maybe it's seeing your granddaughter. You give Garner a lot of credit. Well, it's all true. He gave his life to save the ship. Starbuck's report wasn't so kind. Well, she had her perspective. I had mine. In your opinion, off the record,... ..what was Garner's flaw? He was used to working with machines. Command is about people. Remember that. I want you to take command... of the Beast. Garner was my decision, his failures my responsibility. Don't let me fail a second time. Congratulations, Commander. Madam President? Word has it that you do not intend to prosecute the Gemenese girl on Galactica. She has a name, Sarah. I think that Rya has suffered enough. She's just been through an abortion. I've granted her asylum aboard Galactica. This is in total violation of the law. My order came after she sought her procedure. No law has been broken. The girl belongs at home with her parents. I insist. You have your pound of flesh... and I suggest you take your victory and you move on. Ma'am? (SIGHS HEAVILY) You realise you're screwed, right? All the pressure, sleepless nights, all the officers giving you a hard time... Yeah, well, it could be worse. You could be my CAG. (LAUGHS) I'm gonna stay here and be Galactica's CAG. Something about wanting to keep an eye on me... (BOTH CHUCKLE) Well, you and Colonel Tigh have fun at those early-morning briefings - cos the XO's a lot of fun first thing. Mmm. Great. Congratulations. Really. Congratulations. You deserve it. I know why I was mad at you, Kara. A simple thank you would have been sufficient. Cos you were doing what you always did - buck authority, get away with it. I bucked authority once... and I almost lost everything. So I guess when I showed up on Pegasus and there you were, doing it all over again... I dunno. It pissed me off. Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? You should hear the way my brain works sometimes. Are we OK? You have a brain? (REPORTERS BABBLE QUESTIONS) Madam President, your decision to criminalise abortion has created a furore. Do you think that's hurt your standing in the polls? Absolutely. If I may, Madam President... It is true, in the light of recent events, the president may have lost support in some quarters. I would ask people to understand, if this is an extreme decision, we live in extreme times. The decision was made with good faith. I, however, cannot with good conscience support it. I am so sorry, Madam President, but the Cylon have no understanding of the meaning of the word freedom. How could they? They're programmed, machines. Every time you take away one of our freedoms, every time you restrict one of our rights, we come one step closer to being like them. As the vice president, I am bound to follow the administration's lead. As president, I should have no such strictures. Given the current situation, I have no alternative but to announce that I am, as of now, candidate for the presidency. (ALL SHOUT QUESTIONS) IMS Subtitles sky.subtitles@bskyb.com Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. TVNZ Captioning 2007 Jot this down. OK! Hey!