Previously on Battlestar Galactica ` - You must be... Yeah. A girlfriend stealer for a brother. Nice! - Never stole his girlfriend. - Mm-hm. - Thank you. - Really bad liar, right here. - There's been a terrible accident. Your sisters and your father were all killed. - I'll buy you, love. Bet you charge a lot more than that, eh? - Shut your filthy mouth! Stop being so disgusting. - This is your father, Gaius. I found your father a new place to live. The last time I saw him, he seemed happy. (GASPS) - (ECHOING LAUGHTER) - Hera! - Bill, I've have been having that dream again. - (GRUNTS) If that's me lying there, then what am I?! - She took these from her own mortal remains. The blood on these dog tags is a 100% proof-positive match for one Kara Thrace. - You think there's some kind of meaning in these musical notes? - I'm just groping, mostly, looking for patterns, trying to see what comes to me. - She's a half-human, half-machine object of curiosity that holds the key to our continued existence somewhere in her genetic code. So let's get a tube in her and get her ready. - Based on the coordinates we got from Sam, we have determined that the Cylon colony is located here. - The colony's bound within the gravity well of the black hole but maintains a stable orbit. - This right here is our only parking spot. - Point-blank range. - Leave only one way in and out, then make it impossible to get past the gates. - Let's get to work. Can I have your attention, please? I'm going to be asking for volunteers in the rescue of the child Hera. There is a line running down this deck! Volunteers move to the starboard side! Everyone else to the port! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (ETHEREAL MUSIC) (ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) - 40? I never paid more than 30 on Picon! - This ain't Picon. - (CHUCKLES) Right, you got me there. This ain't Picon. All right, 40. Show him a good time! - I don't want a lap dance, OK? - Try it! You'll like it. - Keep the 40. He deserves it. Thank you. - So, are you gonna take the job or not? Maybe I should just do it. Letting my pride get in the way. Now you're talking. Who cares? It's one hour of your time, and then you have a whole new life, a life without midnight watches or drills or fleet politics or inspections or any of that crap. Life! You could be here every night. - He won't be here every night. Can hardly get him here once. To retirement? What do you say? - To retirement. - Yeah! - Yes! (CHUCKLES) Mmm! Yeah! - If you don't participate in the political conversation, then you are giving up your voice. You're giving up your right to have a say in the way that our society is run. - (LAUGHS) - What? You've really bought into all that crap, haven't you? - I do, proudly. - Uh-huh? - And so do you, by the way. - Oh, really? - Yeah. Cos that's what the uniform stands for. It's what we train to defend. - Oh, you didn't. - It's true! - No, no, no, no. That's sad. It's cute, but it's sad. (LAUGHS) - Let me guess, he's going on about voting and its importance to a democratic way of life again. - So, you were listening. - You didn't tell me that your brother was an idealistic dreamer. - Dreamer? - The sad truth is, he's not. Beneath that romantic exterior lies the heart of a true cynic. - Oh, really? - Things are looking up. - This is gonna be fascinating. Yeah, it's one of the many, many, many reasons that him and Dad aren't on speaking terms any more. - Oh, come on. - Family angst and drama. I love it. Come on, boys, let's open up some old wounds. - No, let's not. - Dad believes in the system, believes in the uniform, believes in something greater than himself. - Correction. Dad believes in himself, his uniform, his system, his way of life. And if you're not with him in that tiny little bubble, then you might as well not exist. If you hate him so much, why'd you follow in his footsteps? - Ooh! Touche. - The service gave me four years of college. I gave the service four years in return. - Simple as that. - See? A cynic. Right through to that big empty space that used to hold his heart. - Honey, I think I'm starting to like your brother. (CHUCKLES) - You wouldn't do it. - (ROCK MUSIC PLAYS) - For that kind of money? You're gods damn right I would. - No, you wouldn't. Look me in the eye and tell me that you'd do it, that you'd do it for a civilian desk job. I wanna hear it come out of your mouth. Say it! I frakking knew it! - Yeah! - (CHUCKLES) Come on, soldier. - I love you guys. - Yeah. - (LAUGHS) Oh my gods. Oh my gods. Come on. - I love you, brother. - Come on, big boy. - Legs. - All right. In you go. - (LAUGHS) - You want out? - Yes. Please. Thank you. - Well, he... he never could hold his liquor. - Unlike his brother. - Hey, I'm still standing. - (GASPS) Which means... it's time for shots. (SIREN WAILS IN DISTANCE) - (GROANS) (GASPS) (COUGHS) - There's no need to torture yourself, Gaius. Just trust in God's plan for you. - What is God's plan for me? - Well, you're following it right now. - Am I? - By taking charge of mankind's remnants and guiding them to their end. - End of what? - Gaius? - We're ready to go. - Five seconds, Paulla. - OK. - I'm just... (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - I'm leaving Ishay enough for two more rounds of injections. That should keep you on your feet for another 48 hours. - Two days. OK. That... should be enough. - You're using up the last little bit of life you got. You realise that, don't you? - Yes. You've made that clear to me several times. - Mm-hm. - Right. That's it. We're done. - Thank you. Thank you. And, uh... thank you, Doctor. - I'm just doing my job. No. You've done much more than that. You've taken a... patient who should've died years ago, and you've given her a chance, despite cancer and the Cylons and her own obstinate nature. And you've... you've given me the little time I have left, and for that, you... you have my... my heartfelt... gratitude and my thanks. - (CLEARS THROAT) Well, I... I don't know what to say. - No, no, don't, don't. Don't spoil your image. Just light a cigarette and go and grumble. (ALL CHUCKLE) - Your patient now, Ishay. - Ishay, I... I can barely see straight. - I'm not surprised. You're so pumped full of drugs you could float off this bed. - OK. Two days? All right, two days. - The plan's just starting to take shape, but one thing's clear. Raptors get the toughest job, as usual. This will require some special piloting skills, and I mean special ` threading a needle while you're on a rollercoaster special. While it seems a little redundant at this point, the word's come down that it's a volunteer assignment, so... That's my Raptor wranglers. Always looking for new and interesting ways to get killed. - APOLLO: I'm not gonna lie to you boys. We are thin on intel on this one. But the Cylons believe that the most logical place for Cavil to have taken the girl is deep into the interior of the colony. Best guess ` right here. - ADAMA: We'll be in too close for nukes. Same thing goes for missiles. This is gonna be strictly a gun battle. Like two old ships on the line, slugging it out at point-blank range. I want the gun captains to do their job and start firing immediately and to continue to fire until they run out of ammo. Then... I want them to start throwing rocks. - They're gonna have every gun trained directly on us as soon as we jump in. If we have any shot at this, we're gonna have to interrupt their fire control systems. - And just how the hell is Sam supposed to help with that? - If we can plug him into Galactica's DRADIS, FTL and C3 systems, his mind should then be able to directly communicate with the colony's hybrids once we jump in. - Theoretically, his mind should still be able to control their commands and slow down their response time. - OK. Let's do it, I guess. - There's a catch. Routing hardware connections from all those systems all over the ship into this room is gonna take weeks. It's a lot easier, faster if we just move him to the existing lines. - OK, where's that? - The best place is the CIC. - ADAMA: I need someone to lead this fleet who I trust and demands universal respect. So the Baseship and the fleet are yours. - Thank you, sir. I won't let you down. - I know you won't. - And I'll see you at the rendezvous. - If we're not there in 12 hours, we won't be coming. - Yes, sir. Good hunting, sir. - Thank you, Admiral Hoshi. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (PERSONNEL CHATTER) - It's still not too late to flush them all out the airlock. - Take too much time. - (CHUCKLES) (ENERGY HUMS) - I suppose this is what you could call poetic justice. - Or what goes around comes around. Either way, congratulations, Mr President. - Thank you, Mr Adama, and the best of luck. - Admiral Hoshi, sir. - Sir. - Um, the 'sir' is... - Right. (CHUCKLES) Good luck. - You too, sir. President of the Colonies, Admiral of the Fleet, departing. (FEET STAMP CRISPLY) (POIGNANT MARTIAL MUSIC) All right, last Raptor out, people! Last Raptor out! Anyone left behind, your ass belongs to us. - (SIGHS) Great. Can we tuck this in there? - (SIGHS) - Listen, I'm not coming with you. - Gaius, please. - I've made up my mind. - Gaius, our people need you. - I don't belong to you, Paulla. I never belonged to you. You appropriated me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I led you to believe... They're all yours now, Paulla. Enjoy them. Pilot, you have your passengers. - Gaius, don't do this. - Maybe I'll see you in the next life. (WARNING SIGNAL BEEPS) - Doctor? (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (CENTURIONS WHIRR) (FEET THUD) (DRAMATIC MARTIAL MUSIC) - Galactica. Baseship actual. Flag has been transferred to the Baseship, and our Vipers are ready to take over CAP duties for the fleet. - Roger that, Baseship. You have the CAP. - Safe journey. - Godspeed, Galactica. - Ellen? - I think we're go up here. - All stations report, sir. - Connect me just to the ship. (PA CHIMES) This is the Admiral. Just so there'll be no misunderstandings later, Galactica's seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will be her last. She will not fail us if we do not fail her. If we succeed in our mission, Galactica will bring us home. If we don't, it doesn't matter anyway. - Action stations! - (ALARM BLARES) - Start the clock. - Start the clock. - Jump on my mark. Five, four, three, two, one. Mark. (EXPLOSIONS BOOM, PEOPLE SHOUT) - We can't take much of this. (RUMBLING) - (GRUNTS) - It's time, Sam. (RUMBLING) (GUNS BLAST) (EPIC MUSIC BUILDS) - Look through the eye to know thyself. (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (GUNS POWER DOWN) - The colony hybrids are offline. They'll be launching Raiders any minute. - Go. - Launch all wings. (JUMP ENGINES WHOOSH) (DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS) Birds are away. - All ahead, flank speed. Three, two, one. Hit it! - TIGH: All hands brace for impact. (ENGINES ROAR) Assault One, stand by. (ALL SCREAM) (SPARKS CRACKLE) (METAL GROANS) (PEOPLE SHOUT) (ALARM BLARES) (ALARMS BEEP) (DRAMATIC MARTIAL MUSIC) (CYLON RAIDERS SCREECH) Here they come. Let's take 'em! - APOLLO: Light it up. Assault team, on me. (GRUNTS) - You guys go? - Yep. (CENTURIONS WHIRR) - Pressure. We've got pressure, sir. One atmosphere. - Assault One, we got pressure. Alpha Team, helmets off. Move out. (CRASH!) - I think we lost Cartwheel. - DRADIS is almost useless out here. - I hope that works both ways. Any sign they spotted our approach? - I haven't looked at the instruments in a while. - I don't think you want me to start now. - Maybe not. - Let's go weapons hot, Skulls. We're getting close. - You sure about that? - No, but I don't wanna come out of this crap with cold weapons, either. (BEEPING) - Nukes are hot. (CHUCKLES) You know, this reminds me of that time back during` (CRASH!) - Battery Three, redirect your fire 10 degrees starboard. Concentrate on taking out the Cylon batteries. - Hotdog and Ladykiller, concentrate on taking out Cylon Raiders coming in at 084-229. - All right, Galactica, we got 'em. We have a hard seal. Go. (TORCH HISSES) (RAPID GUNFIRE IN BACKGROUND) (LIQUID GURGLES) - You're gonna just keep doing the tests? Even with the colony coming down around your ears? - I think you overestimate their chances. They may have confused our hybrids temporarily, but we have superior firepower and superior numbers, and in the end, it's all about mathematics. (NECK SNAPS) (SOFT MUSIC) # Mmmmhmm # (VOICE OVER) That's my brother Zac. He can sleep through the spa, the hedge trimmer, and the leaf blower full power. But not all at once. So! (VOICE OVER) Book your Genesis power tower. Sorry mate, it's free power. And time it perfectly. Really sorry! (RAPID GUNFIRE) - Ugh! (GUNFIRE CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND) (ALARM BLARES, METAL GROANS) (EXPLOSIONS BOOM) - You never should have trusted her. - Trust didn't enter into it. I simply miscalculated her need to engage in gestures of futility. - We have to assume that she'll try to make contact with the Colonial forces aboard the colony. - It's time to go on the offensive. - We must be cautious. Too much force could risk killing the child. - Really? You think? Please continue stating the perfectly obvious. It fills me with confidence. - I'm proud of you. - What? - For doing this. For being here when you could've just walked away. I don't think I ever said it before, but I always wanted to be proud of you. Guess I always felt that was the only thing missing. NUMBER SIX: All the pieces are falling into place. You will hold the future of Cylons and humans in your hands. - BOTH: I will? BOTH: You see them? (EXPLOSION BOOMS) - Reconnect me! - Cylons just blew a hole into Deck 21. Frakking Centurions will be pouring in at platoon strength. (FEET THUD) (RAPID GUNFIRE) - On me! Let's move! - Wait. - Tell the old man I owed him one. - Doesn't change anything you did, though. - No. We all make our choices. Today I made a choice. I think it's my last one. - All right, this is really touching. Can we get the hell out of here? - You should know that your Raptor has been destroyed. You can't go back that way. - Let's go. - (MAN SCREAMS) - OK, get this guy cross-checked and set me up a large-bore IV. I need a set of vitals on this marine over here. I want a CT scan on this one, and get him the frak out of here. - ROSLIN: Here we go. It's all right. You're gonna be all right. (PATIENTS SHOUT) - He's gone. - All right, you'll be... You're gonna be all right. OK. - What took you so long? - Stopped for coffee. - How many other Raptor teams made it? - Haven't seen anybody else. - (SIGHS) - OK, back the way we came. Guns, point. - Yes, sir. We're retracing our steps. (CYLON RAIDERS SCREECH) - Say again, Apollo! I cannot copy your last transmission. - This is the XO. Red stripes to repel boarders, Deck 21, port side, frame 10. - APOLLO: We have the prize. Repeat, we have the prize. Formed up with Assault Two and are heading back to base. Roger that! ETA five minutes. Actual out. - (EXPLOSION BOOMS) - Fire! We got a fire up here! - Connect me to Command Unit. - Yes, sir! Move reserve forces to guard airlock. Assault force is en route. ETA five minutes. I repeat. ETA five minutes. (RAPID GUNFIRE) - Ugh! - Argh! - APOLLO: We're friendly! Hold your fire! Friendlies! Rangel, Peters, form up! - Sorry about that. - Doc, you did good. - Thank you. - We'll take Hera. - Right. Come on. - Come on. Bring Hera. Get them out of here. Get them out of here. (BOOM!) - Fall back. Fall back! (GUNFIRE) (CYLON RAIDERS SCREECH) (EXPLOSIONS ECHO, PEOPLE SHOUT) - WHISPERS: Oh my Gods! Hera. - Clear! (GUNFIRE) (HELO GROANS) STARBUCK: Check his status. Keep that belt tight on and get back here! (HELO GROANS) - Hang on. - Hera! - Hera! Come back here. Hera! - Look at me. (GRUNTS) - Go. - No, you'll bleed out. - Go! Go! (HERA GIGGLES) (GUNFIRE ECHOES DISTANTLY) (ETHEREAL MUSIC) (VOICES ECHO DISTANTLY) (EPIC MUSIC SWELLS) (GUNFIRE INTENSIFIES) (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) - OK. (PANTS) (DOOR THUDS, LOCKS) - I'm empty. - Two rounds. (RUMBLING) (ETHEREAL MUSIC) - Hera! (DOOR THUDS) Hera! - I've been here before. - Yes. (DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS) - We're supposed to... - Go into the opera house. (MYSTERIOUS MUSIC BUILDS) (ALARM BLARES, ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) - This one's still alive. - Get him the hell out of here! They got the girl. They've got the little girl! (EXPLOSION BOOMS) (PEOPLE SHOUTING) - This makes it a lot easier. I just take the little girl, and I'm out of here. - Not a chance. (EXPLOSION RUMBLES) - Cavil, we won't let you take Hera. You know that. - I know nothing of the kind. I know I'm gonna watch you chase your tails across the universe for another four years. - TIGH: That's not gonna happen. This thing is the key to my people's survival, and I'm not leaving without it. - Hera's not a thing. She's a child. And she holds the key to humanity's survival as well. - And how do you know that? - Because there's another force at work here. There always has been. It's undeniable. We've all experienced it. Everyone in this room has witnessed events that they can't fathom, let alone explain away by rational means. Puzzles deciphered in prophecy. Dreams given to a chosen few. Our loved ones, dead, risen. Whether we want to call that God or gods or some sublime inspiration or a divine force that we can't know or understand, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. It's here. It exists. And our two destinies are entwined in its force. (EXPLOSION RUMBLES) - If that were true ` and that's a big if ` how do I know this force has our best interests in mind? How do you know that God is on your side, Doctor? - I don't. God's not on any one side. God's a force of nature, beyond good and evil. Good and evil ` we created those. You wanna break the cycle? Break the cycle of birth, death, rebirth? Destruction, escape, death? Well, that's in our hands, and our hands only. It requires a leap of faith. It requires that we live in hope, not fear. - If I leave you this girl, that means the destruction of my people. How does our extinction fit into this picture that you want us to believe in? - We'll give you resurrection. Saul! - You give us Hera and we will give you resurrection. But the war ends here. You leave humanity in peace and give up the pursuit now and for all time. - Agreed. - How do we know we can take your word for it? - You don't. You have to make a leap of faith. - It's your call, Bill. I'll back you either way. - I'm losing a lot of men out there. - I can do something about that right now. Give me that phone. - Patch him through. - Hello? Hello, it's me, Cavil. Stand down, all forces. Cease fire immediately. (CYLON RAIDERS SCREECH) - Galactica, Hotdog. They're pulling back. Repeat, they're pulling back! - Everyone, stand down. (DRAMATIC MARTIAL MUSIC) - I'm as good as my word.