- Previously on "Battlestar Galactica." - It's one hour of your life. Look, sometimes there are things you just gotta do. - So are you gonna take the job or not? Maybe I should just do it. - To retirement? - To retirement. - Yeah! (laughing) - Yeah! - No, I'm not joining Adar's presidential campaign. Because I don't like politics to begin with, and a national campaign is just so... ugh. - Honey, I think I'm starting to like your brother. (Starbuck laughs) - Can I have your attention, please? I'm going to be asking for volunteers in the rescue of the child Hera. - 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 and make it impossible to get past the gates. (dramatic music) - All ahead, flank speed. Hit it! (intense music) (alarm blaring) - This thing is the key to my people's survival and I'm not leaving without it. You give us Hera and we will give you resurrection. But the war ends here and give up the pursuit now and for all time. - Agreed. - Everyone, stand down. (dramatic music) - I'm as good as my word. (mysterious music) - Admiral, viper wings aboard. We lost four birds. - Assault force is aboard. We've lost seven raptors. (mysterious music continues) - What are they doing? - Each of them knows part of the secret to resurrection. They're gonna interact with the data flow in the water and transfer it over to the colony somehow. - Now, for a moment, we're going to know everything there is to know about one another. - Looking forward to that. - There are certain things that, that we've all done. Certain things that people would be shocked to learn about. - Hey, I don't mean to rush you but you are keeping two civilizations waiting! - Let's do this. (mysterious music) - Any word? - We're getting the data now. It looks right. They're downloading the resurrection designs now. (tense music) (Cylons screaming) - They've broken off the download! - It's a trick! Open fire! (gunshots erupting) - Frack! (tense music) (Starbuck grunts in pain) - We gotta get outta here. Starbuck! Jump the ship! - I don't have the rendez-vous coordinates. - Doesn't matter. Just jump us outta here now! Jump! - Just trust yourself. (gentle music) - There must be some kind of way outta here. (breathing heavily) (mysterious music) I thought that if I assign numbers to the notes... If that's me lying there, then what am I? - I look at you now, I don't see Kara Thrace. I see an angel blazing with the light of God. Angel. (dramatic rock music) - Jump! - You're tempting fate. - If I have a fate, then it is set and thinking about it isn't gonna make it happen any faster. - Fair enough. But flying when you're thinking about dying is a bad way of doing business. (chuckles) You're gonna get scared and you're gonna start second-guessing yourself. - I'm not scared. - You said that you think about dying every time that you get into a cockpit. - Uh-huh? - (laughs) Well, hello. (Starbuck laughs) - Yeah, but it doesn't scare me, Lee. That's what you don't get. - What, so it's Kara Thrace, fearless warrior. - (Starbuck laughs) - Right? (Starbuck hums a fanfare) (Lee laughs) - No, I, I know, I know fear. And I get scared, just, just not of dying. - So then what does scare you? - Mm... - (they chuckle) - Sorry. Being forgotten. (ship creaking) (Starbuck cries out) (people crying out) (electricity crackling) (people groaning) (alarm blaring) - Yeah, I'm all right. - You all right? - I am fine. - XO. - Sir. - Sitrep. Damage report. - I'm okay. I'm okay. Go. - Sir! - We're mostly here. Engines, life support. There's red lines through her lateral structural members. She's broke her back. She'll never jump again. - Wherever we are, it's where we're gonna stay. - Where have you taken us, Kara? (mysterious music) (gentle music) - Glad you could join us, Admiral. - Lieutenant Hoshi suits me just fine, sir. Admiral stars turned out to be a little heavy. Happiest day of my life when I saw that Raptor jumping to the rendez-vous point. - Well, there you have it, Admiral. The most advanced civilization we could locate on this planet. We can't see them talking to each other. So either they communicate a different way or they're preverbal. Judging by the look of their tools, which are rudimentary to say the least, I'd suggest that we found an early, ritualistic tribal society. - They bury their dead. I came across a grave a couple of clicks back and ran some tests. Their DNA is compatible with ours. - Meaning we can breed with them? - You got a one-track mind, doc. - What? Listen, I'm talking about the survival of the human race, actually, not some get-together with the natives. - You also have no sense of humour. (Tigh chuckles) - Right. Right, I'm sorry. - How's that possible? Human beings naturally evolved on a planet 1 million light years away. The odds against that are- - Astronomical. Yeah. One might even say there was a divine hand at work. - Well, whoever's responsible, we're here and here's where we're gonna stay. (gentle music) Their new families. - My vote is that we clear everything back to this ridge. There's easy access to the water down by the river. In fact, the whole area is ripe for cultivation. - We should be able to lay out the preliminary lines for a city within a day or two. - No. No city. Not this time. - What do you propose we do? - We break the cycle. We leave it all behind and start over. - You're talking about a little over 38,000 people, the entire human race, with nothing but the clothes on their backs and some provisions. - It's not the entire human race. There are people already here. - Tribal. Without language, even. - Well, we can give them that. I mean, we can give them the, the best part of ourselves, but not the baggage. Not the ships, the equipment, the technology, the weapons. If there's one thing that we should have learned, it's that, you know, our brains have always outraced our hearts. Our science charges ahead, our souls lag behind. (gentle inspiring music) Let's start anew. - We'll land civilians at various points Our objective will be to spread the people out as much as possible to give them the best possibility of survival. Supplies will be evenly distributed throughout the camps and locations will be documented and given to everyone. - I have to say, I'm shocked at how amenable everyone is to this notion. I would have thought there'd be a general uprising at the idea of losing whatever little creature comforts we had left. - Don't underestimate the desire for a clean slate, Mr. Lambkin. Have you made a decision? - Sixes, the eights and the twos have decided to stay, see how we can contribute to the world. before we pass into God's hands. - We'll give the base ship to the Centurions, let them find their own destiny. I think they've earned their freedom. - And what if they evolve again on their own, decide to come back in a few hundred years and wipe us out? - It's a risk. But I think setting them free may be enough to break the cycle of violence. - It's a risk worth taking. And I agree, they've earned it. Now, once the civilians have been offloaded, the fleet will leave the orbit and rendez-vous with Galactica. The course of the fleet will be plotted into the nav computer ahead of time. But the actual piloting will be done by Mr. Anders. He'll guide the entire fleet directly into the sun. (melancholy music) (Starbuck sniffles) (melancholy music continuing) (Starbuck sobs) - I love you. Goodbye, Sam. - See you on the other side. (gentle uplifting music) - Is your name William Adama? - Yes. - Are you an officer in the colonial fleet? - Yes. - Are you a Cylon? I'm sorry, Bill. We're still establishing tests for the control. I need verifiable 'yes's and 'no's. - No, I'm not a Cylon. - Have you ever stolen money from a cash drawer? Have you ever stolen money- - Enough of this crap. Take this thing off of me right now. No job is worth this. No matter how fat the paycheck is. I'd rather spend the rest of my career, what's left of it, on a broken-down old ship, than have someone sit here and question my word. (gentle music) - Perfection. That's what it's about. It's those moments when you can feel the perfection of creation, the beauty of physics, you know, the wonder of mathematics, the elation of action and reaction. And that is the kind of perfection that I wanna be connected to. (inspiring music) - There's so many. Wait, I wanna see more detail. (Roslin coughs) It's a very beautiful world. Does it have a name? - Earth. (Roslin snorts) - It's not Earth. - Earth is a dream. One we've been chasing for a long time. We've earned it. This is Earth. - Okay, then. Earth. (chuckles) It's fine. (gasping) I'm, I'm having trouble breathing. (gasping for breath) (Adama sighs) - Would you like to get a better look at them? (gentle music) - (gasping) Yes. I'd love it. What? What do you mean? - Watch. - What? Why? What are you doing? - Watch me. - What are you doing? - Put your arm around me. Can you? (melancholy music) - Dad? - I don't have much time, son. - I understand. (emotional music) - What do you hear, Starbuck? - Nothing but the rain. - Grab your gun and bring in the cat. (emotional music continuing) - You should go. - You know, my very earliest memory of my father was him flying away on a big plane. And wondering when he was coming back. He's not coming back this time. - No, he's not. Neither am I. - Where are you going? (mysterious music) - I don't know. I just know that I am done here. I've completed my journey and it feels good. (Starbuck clears her throat) - You and I right here... right now. - On the table? (Starbuck chortles) - I dare you. I double dog dare you. - (snorting) Double dog dare? (he laughs) Hmm. (Starbuck and Lee laugh drunkenly) All right. (Starbuck laughs) (dishes clattering) (glass shatters) - Oops. Something's broken. (melancholy music) - I guess I better get going. - (clears throat) Yeah. It was nice to meet you, Lee Adama. - Likewise, Kara Thrace. - So what about you? What are you gonna do? Today is the first day of the rest of your life, Lee. - Well... I always thought when this was all done I would, um, kick back, relax, spend the rest of my days doing the absolute minimum humanly possible. - And now that you're here? - I wanna explore. I wanna climb the mountains. I wanna cross the oceans. I wanna (scoffs). God, I can't believe I'm saying this. It sounds so exhausting. I must be cra- (mysterious music) Goodbye, Kara. You won't be forgotten. (mysterious music continues) (pigeon cooing) - Hello, this is Laura Roslyn. I'd like you to give a message to Mayor Adar. Tell him that I will be joining his campaign. Thank you. All the way to the end. No matter what. All the way to the end. (gentle music) - So much life. - It's a rich continent. More wildlife than all the 12 colonies put together. Just looking for a quiet little place for that cabin. Maybe a garden. I don't have much of a green thumb, so I hope that you do. (tender music) (Adama sobs) Right there. I'm gonna build it right there, Laura. - The day doesn't begin until we've got our coffee order in. Yup, we've become a nation of coffee snobs, which is why Z's trained baristas use (frogs croaking) (soothing music) The game on this planet. I'm a pretty good hunter, you know? - Yeah. (laughs) Right. - (laughs) What are you laughing at? (Sharon laughs) What? - That buck on Caprica. - Okay, come on now. That's not fair. (Karl and Sharon laugh) Don't you listen to mommy. Daddy is a great hunter. - No, mommy's gonna teach you how to hunt. - No, no, no, no. - Real hunting. - No! - Yeah. And I'm gonna teach you how to build a house and how to plant crops. - Okay, maybe mommy will teach you that but daddy's gonna teach you how to hunt. - Hera! - Hera. Will she be alright? - She survived. Thanks to you. - Both of you. - And that's it? That's all God wants of us? - God's plan is never complete. - Great. - But I think it's safe to say that from now on, your lives will be less eventful. (gentle music) - I've been thinking. I may be able to help you out after all about that thing you were asking about before. Getting a peek into the defence mainframe. - That would mean a lot to my employers. - Yeah, well, I'm not doing it for your employers. I'm doing it for you. How would it make you feel? - I'd be very grateful. - We'll put that into the test, because if anyone finds out I could get my head cut off. So I'll count on your discretion. The things men do for love. - Love? Gaius. - Yeah, well. Yeah. You know what I mean, don't you? (Gaius and Six chuckle) (tense music) Over there between those two peaks, I saw some terrain that looked good for cultivation. - Cultivation? - Yes. You know, I know about farming. - Hey. (Gaius sobs) I know. I know you do. (dramatic music) - I laid out the cabin today. It's gonna have an easterly view. You should see the light that we get here. When the sun comes from behind those mountains, it's almost heavenly. Reminds me of you. (dramatic percussive music) (dramatic music swells) (birds singing) (delicate music) - "At a scientific conference this week at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, the startling announcement was made that archaeologists believe they have found fossilised remains of a young woman who may actually be mitochondrial Eve. Mitochondrial Eve is the name scientists have given to the most recent common ancestor for all human beings now living on Earth. She lived in what is now Tanzania over 150,000 years ago." - Along with her Cylon mother and human father. - Commercialism, decadence, technology run amok. Remind you of anything? - Take your pick. Kobol, Earth, the real Earth before this one, Caprica before the fall. - All of this has happened before. - But the question remains. Does all of this have to happen again? - This time, I bet no. - You know, I've never known you to play the optimist. Why the change of hearts? - Mathematics. Law of averages. Let a complex system repeat itself long enough, eventually something surprising might occur. That too is in God's plan. - You know it doesn't like that name. Silly me. Silly, silly me. ("All Along the Watchtower" by Jimi Hendrix playing) # There must be some kind of way outta here # # Said the joker to the thief # # There's too much confusion # # I can't get no relief # # Businessmen, they drink my wine # # Ploughmen dig my earth # # None will level on the line # # Nobody offered his word # # Hey # Captions by Able. Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air.