All language subtitles for Battlestar Galactica 2003 S04E08 Sine Qua Non-EN

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

Thus shall it come to pass.

The dying leader shall know
the truth of the opera house.

Where did you hear that?
Who told you that?

The Hybrid. On the Baseship
before they unplugged it.

I've got to find out
about these visions.

Plug it in.
It's time to get some answers.

Can I see what you drew?

Hera?

Get away from my child.

You are never gonna take Hera.

Jump!

- Make way! Make way!
- Father.

Give me the strength,

the wisdom, and above all...

Let's come along, come along.

- Let's go.
- Watch it, watch it.

Bay 2!
Doc! Coming your way!

Quickly. All right. On three.
One, two, three. Lift.

Keep some pressure on that wound
until I can get to the artery.

Keep the mask on.

Kidnapped?
President's been kidnapped?

Baltar? I heard Baltar was with her.

Are you saying he's responsible?

I heard it was the Cylons.

No. My people say
she was shot.

What are you talking about?
Roslin?

No, one of Adama's Marines shot a Cylon, and
that is how this entire thing has begun.

- So then where is Zarek?
- I don't know!

Where is Zarek? WOMAN:
Who is in charge here?

Sir, Vice President Zarek is
still waiting to talk to you.

What should I tell him? Sir?

Decker says they've just shipped
over the last of the Vipers.

That means we're down 40
birds, almost as many jocks.

We're gonna have to reconfigure the
CAP, rethink our defense posture.

- Where is she?
- Clamp.

Marines are holding her.

My quarters.

Nobody has told us anything.

No, no, no.

Mr. Vice President, I have
some questions for you.

Thank you.
Just calm down, please.

Everybody! Everybody
just calm down, please.

Mr. Vice President, it's
really important that we know.

Is the President dead?

We have no information...

I heard she was
assassinated by the Cylons.

No, there is no truth to that,
at least as far as we know.

Well, then what the hell
do we know?

Clearly, our first priority
is to get out as much

verifiable information as we
can to avoid a general panic.

To that end, I asked Admiral Adama to
come and answer our questions directly.

Unfortunately,
he wouldn't take my call.

At this time, when there is...

However...

However... Please.
Please, just a moment.

President Roslin was
apparently aboard the Cylon Baseship,

along with Gaius Baltar
and many of Galactica's pilots

when it jumped away,

after one of their own leaders
was shot aboard Galactica.

We have no idea
when or if they'll return,

or if the President or the other
captives will be subject to reprisals.

For now, the powers granted me by law,

I have taken over as President.

Hear, hear.

By refusing even
to meet with Zarek,

you're simply helping him
fan the Quorum's suspicions.

Their suspicions
don't concern me.

Look, maybe he's not
the man we hoped for,

but he is next in line, and the
Fleet needs reassurance and stability.

Frankly, the kind that only its
military commander can offer.

If this Fleet needs reassurance,
then you reassure them.

That's your job now.

You can tell Zarek
he can go to hell.

Why?

Sir.

Do you hate your people so much that
you look for any excuse to kill one?

Or did you deliberately try
to sabotage this truce?

No, sir. Of course not.

Then you tell me why. You make
me understand why you did this.

They were gonna take her. The
Six. She was gonna take my child.

There were too many witnesses.

They all said the same thing.
Your daughter was lost.

The Cylon merely kneeled down,
was talking to her.

Maybe that's what it looked
like to the others, sir.

But I know.
Oh, you knew better...

I had a vision, a vision where the Six
and Baltar were taking Hera away from me.

A vision.

It was more than
just a vision, sir.

When I saw them together, I
knew that they would take her,

that they would
take away my child!

You murdered an unarmed
woman, and by doing so,

you put the lives of every single
person in this fleet at risk,

and quite possibly cost the lives
of the President and your husband.

You disobeyed the direct
orders of a superior officer,

but, more importantly,

you betrayed a promise to me.

I trusted you.

Sir, I will accept any form of
punishment that you think I deserve.

I just ask that you please
don't take away Hera.

I'm afraid the brig is no
place for a little girl.

Guards!

Get her out of my sight.

Yes, sir.

At one time, Admiral Adama
supported Gaius Baltar's administration.

Isn't there a chance
he'd support yours?

I'm afraid only Admiral
Adama can answer that.

Then I will address this
question to Delegate Adama.

Do you honestly think that your father will
hand over power to this administration?

No.

Fine. Yeah.

Recon Raptor just reported back.
The Resurrection hub's gone.

No sign of the Baseship
carrying the President,

assuming that's where
they were headed.

They were determined to
resurrect the Three,

what we used to call D'Anna.

To do that, they gotta go to the
hub. You find it, we'll find them.

Easier said than done.

Maybe.

We got another problem, sir.

Starbuck's having trouble fielding
enough planes to fly a standard CAP.

Wants us to consider having the Fleet
bunch up tighter, so it's easier to defend.

Means counting on a bunch of
civvies flying close formation.

Yeah.

Organize it.

I got you appointed to this job.

Pulled strings,
called in favors,

all because I thought
you might do some good.

Now you're advising me to
step aside from a position

that by law is mine.

A position I was elected to.

But you were never
elected President.

But I was elected to office, which
is more than Roslin can claim.

Why do you think she kept
me on in the first place?

To thank me
for rolling over? No.

No, to help legitimize her coup.

In the military, we used to
talk about facts on the ground.

Well, the facts
on the ground are these,

right or wrong, Adama will
never recognize you as president,

and we need someone he will.

Now the Quorum
has a legal authority

to appoint an interim
president in a time of crisis.

And I suppose
you have someone in mind?

No.

No, not yet, which is why we
need to form a search committee

and start looking for a
candidate as soon as possible.

Well, good luck with that.

Mr. Vice President Zarek,

do you really believe that
this government's in danger?

Let's face facts here.

What we had these past five
years isn't a true government,

but a tacit agreement
between a military strongman

and a political strongwoman
to rule together by fiat.

I've heard you asked
the Quorum to authorize

the creation
of a civil defense force?

After what happened during
the last military coup,

we don't want to depend on Galactica's
Marines to guarantee our safety.

You see the problem?

Lampkin's first rule
of legal dynamics,

when an irresistible force
meets immovable object,

stand aside,

and wait for
the class-action suit.

Except I'm not sure if it's to
anyone's benefit if we just sit around,

waiting to pick up the pieces.

This thing's heading for a showdown.
There's gonna be bloodshed, unless...

Unless you can find someone else,
someone your father won't reject,

someone the Quorum
will approve of,

someone to take Tom Zarek's
place as interim president

until the next round
of elections.

Don't take the case, Counselor.

It's a loser.

I have to. We have to.

No one on the Quorum is
going to lift a finger.

Zarek's got them inhaling
fear and exhaling anger.

But you have taken the pulse of
the Fleet and you know character.

And, frankly, you need a
reason to get out of this room,

unless you want to start discussing
what's been keeping you here.

So you won't be
dissuaded, will you?

Not even when you hear my fee?

Fee?

Appearances to the contrary, I'm
actually in this for the money.

I have a reputation
to maintain, after all.

Okay, so what did Roslin
offer you to defend Baltar?

Room with a view.

Well, I'm not sure
I can improve on that.

Then pro bono it is, Counselor.

Word to the wise,

sometimes it's better to settle
for what you've already got.

Colonel Tigh.

I understand you've developed a
relationship with the Cylon prisoner.

That's not the word I'd use, but
she has been more cooperative.

See if she'll tell you
anything about the hub.

Bill.

We'll find her.
We'll find all of them.

Your Resurrection hub,
how do we find it?

I'm sure the others
have told you.

You tell me.

Only our Hybrids can locate it.

And then only
after it completes a jump.

Even they can't anticipate
where it's going.

You're holding back
something. I know it.

You're lying.

I have never lied to you, Saul.

Why don't you trust me now?

Because there are too
many lives at stake, lady.

Your buddies took off
with half an air wing,

not to mention the President of
the frakking Colonies herself.

She's the real reason
you're so angry, so worried.

I can hear it in your voice.

Why? Why is a dying woman
so important to you?

Not to me, Gods damn it. To the old man.

Admiral Adama?

Saul.

Do you love me?
What?

Be honest with me.
I've been honest with you.

I don't believe this.

You're asking me...

Attention.

Set Condition
One throughout the ship.

This is not a drill.
This is not a drill.

This has gone too frakking far.

I don't know what kind of mind
games you are playing with me, lady,

but it ends here!

What do we got?

One of our missing Raptors
jumped into dradis range.

You're sure it's ours?

Transponder checks out,

it's one of the Raptors that
boarded the rebel Baseship.

No radiological signature.

Racetrack and Skulls are
on their way to intercept.

Actual,
Racetrack. I'm eyeballing our bird now.

Looks shot to hell.
Venting fuel and O2.

Still no response to hails.

Someone had to jump that bird.

I can't see a frakking thing from here.

Skulls, take the wheel,
I'm going for a walk.

Decompression check okay.
Opening hatch.

Safety line secure.
Moving toward the Raptor.

I'm seeing major damage
to the canopy.

Looks empty inside.

I have the hatch open,
but it's stuck.

Grav field's off.

It's Pike. He's dead.

This is the shuttle she
took over to the Baseship.

Laird was able to salvage
the flight data recorder,

puts the originating jump
point deep in Sector Delta 9.

President Zarek called again.

He heard about the Raptor,
and he's waiting to be briefed.

Recall the CAP.
Spin up the FTLs.

What about the Fleet?

Let's go.

We are essentially
looking for an understudy.

The quandary is one doesn't
generally get the chance

to wield political power without
the ambition to actively seek it.

Easy, Lance.

That same ambition often compromises the
unselfish motives that begat the quest.

In other words, a battle of id
versus ego that ego rarely wins.

Roslin never sought power.

Exception that proves the rule.

One could argue that Laura Roslin
is a study in repressed ambition.

Just like you, Mr. Adama.

Never seeking out a job
until it's handed to you.

Flight leader, Battlestar
commander, Quorum delegate.

A man doesn't carve out a path
like that through life without...

All right, enough of this psychoanalysis.
Let's get back to the job in hand.

Does your father have some
other place he wants to go?

What?

Where the hell did they go?
And why didn't they tell us?

Galactica, Racetrack.

We've located the source
of the transponder.

It's Sandman's Viper all right.

But no Sandman.

Affirmative.
Keep searching.

We're getting radiation
signatures from multiple nukes.

Baseship fragments, other debris
indicative of resurrection technology.

I'm afraid it paints
a pretty clear picture.

They found the hub
and they destroyed it.

Looks like our pilots helped. Question
is, where did they go from here?

Oh, Bill. You are way too close to this.

The President's Baseship
was destroyed.

It's a different Baseship.

We'll search every square inch of this
debris field until we come up with a clue.

What? And leave the rest
of the Fleet back there

with their asses
hanging in the wind?

Detail four Raptors
to stay behind.

They keep searching until
they find something concrete.

Give my order.

Hey, people, listen
up. What are we gonna do here?

They've left 35,000 lives...

All right, everybody.
Gather round, please.

Completely undefended.
Gather round.

Mr. President.

Please, please, please.

I'm sorry, Admiral Adama will not
be coming to answer your questions.

I did learn, however, that they've
contacted the Fleet's captains

to inform them that several of
their ships will be requisitioned

to expand the search for Laura
Roslin and the missing Baseship,

while all tylium shipments will be
diverted to support that mission.

But he's
bypassing us completely!

I understand. I understand.
We're doing the best...

I understand. We're trying to
get through communications...

That is unconscionable!

That makes no sense.

Come on. That is nothing short of...

Capt. Franks?

I was impressed by her gravitas during
her turn as judge in the Baltar trial.

That and her vote, naturally.

Yeah. She's already been
approached to run for office.

No interest in politics.

Sadly, now
she really impresses me.

Gods!

You ever feed that animal?

Where is he anyway?

Come on, Romo.
Let's put our heads together.

Who would Adama
respect as president?

What does this search
for paragons net us anyway?

Except greater guilt at
our own failings. Or worse.

The idiot's illusion
of the clean slate.

A fresh start.
Whoa! Whoa!

We haven't ruled out
all these names yet.

This one's a loser.
An exercise in futility.

Lawyers.

How is this gonna affect the
President? The break in her treatment.

Assuming no other changes
in her circumstances?

Yes.

Well, doloxan really kicks your ass, so
she actually might feel better at first.

But any break gives the
cancer a chance to regroup,

makes it that much
harder to beat it back.

Plus she's taken a hit
to her immune systems,

so she'll be vulnerable
to infections.

How long?

Well, let's just say that the
sooner you get her back here,

the better her chances are.

And while you're digesting that,

I have some other news.

I ran some tests
on your Cylon prisoner.

Guess what I found.

Raptors are due
back in a few hours.

Granted, if they'd found anything,
we would have heard from them by now.

Still, once we correlate
their reports...

I'm not interested

in the search.
You're not?

I know that you've been spending a
lot of time interrogating the Six,

but now the brig guards tell me
that every time you order them out.

And you turn off the cameras.

I'm not torturing her, if
that's what you're worried about.

I'm not.

That I could almost
understand. This I can't.

Cottle tells me she's pregnant.

What the frak have you
been thinking here, Colonel?

Do you deny it?

You don't.

You can't!

What the hell have
you been thinking?

Who was interrogating whom?

How many of our secrets
have you told this thing?

How can you even ask me
that? Question my loyalty?

Your loyalty? I need
more than your loyalty.

You're my first officer.
I need judgment.

I need your competence,

I'm through
jeopardizing this ship,

putting it at risk
because of your weaknesses.

My weaknesses?
Yeah, your weaknesses!

You're risking all
our lives for what?

Our missing pilots? No, for
a woman! For a frakking woman!

You watch what you frakking
say about that woman!

She's the President, not some frakking
skin job that I've been banging.

What do you think Ellen
would say about all this?

Leave Ellen out of this.

What do you think
Ellen would say

about her husband impregnating
a frakking Cylon prisoner?

You motherfrakker!

You know how many times
I had to repair this thing?

What are you gonna
do with that woman?

What are you gonna do about
Laura, if you ever find her?

I don't know.

Have the Raptors and the
civilian ships begin the search

from phantom's
last known position.

Is that a problem?

Sir, respectfully, I've
already got two missing pilots

and hardly enough birds
left to protect this Fleet.

Now you're asking me to send
the remainder of the Raptors out

on a blind search, looking for a
ship that very well may be destroyed.

My people are gonna feel like they're
being asked to go on suicide missions.

I'm not asking.

You're dismissed, Captain.

Admiral Adama?

Mr. Lampkin, what
are you doing here?

Writs of forfeiture for
the ships you're borrowing.

The captains want to be absolved of any
blame should anything untoward happen.

One of the less ennobling
consequences of a legal culture.

No one wants responsibility.

Lee said you once gave him
something before a mission.

A lighter, was it?

Belonged to my father.

Foolish to think a hunk of
metal could keep him safe.

And yet, that's
what we do, isn't it?

Hang on to hope, in every hopelessly
irrational way that we can.

But not like those poor
bastards, giving away their luck,

just when they need it most.

It's like they've given up.

If you've never been in combat, you
have no idea what they're thinking.

I always imagined
you a realist, Admiral,

not one to indulge a vain
hope at the cost of lives.

But then, everyone
has his limits.

Sine qua non, as they say.

"Without which not."

Yes.

Those things we deem essential,
without which we cannot bear living,

without which life in general
loses its specific value,

becomes abstract.

You may have a point, Counselor.

And while I'm on a roll,

Tom Zarek may not
be an ideal president,

but we could do worse.

You're right. There are
limits to my realism.

Goodbye, Counselor.

I can't give up on her.

I can't let her go.

I've lost my objectivity.

And now that I see that,
I have no choice.

Tell the Quorum that I am relinquishing
command, effective immediately.

No man is perfect.

No man is less perfect than
a candidate for high office.

Thus,

the ranks of likely suspects
is winnowed to none.

What if we're going about
this backwards, hey, Lance?

What if, instead of picking
names and finding fault,

we ask ourselves the
qualities that we want? No.

No, what we need in a new chief
executive and see who fits that bill.

Honesty, of course.

Wisdom to recognize.
Correct.

If unpopular choice, as well as
the courage to see it through.

Experience.

When the wrong choices cost
lives and the right ones save,

it's all harder.

We might as well
spell out one name.

Just one.

One we knew from the start.

Sometimes you take
on a losing case

and you make
yourself a believer.

Other times, no matter
what you tell yourself,

in your heart you know
the outcome is fixed,

and the verdict inevitable.

Lance, defense rests.

Come on.

Apologies.

I couldn't wait to tell you.

Tell me what?

We found our candidate.

Someone the Quorum
won't hesitate to approve,

even over Zarek's objections.

Someone the Admiral
can't help but accept.

Yeah? Who?

Congratulations,
Mr. President.

My name was never on that list.

Of course not!
That would be too blatant.

But it is everything you
always wanted, isn't it?

Why you had me cross
47 names off that list.

Come on, admit it.

Savor your victory,
Mr. Adama,

'cause you'll never
get the chance to serve.

What are you doing?
Why?

'Cause you're perfect
for the job, of course.

'Cause after the vicious aberration
that was Baltar's presidency,

and the bitter disappointment
that was Roslin's,

you are a shining
beacon of hope.

Only hope is the last thing we need.

We're a doomed race,

and it's time that we made our
peace with that essential truth.

Romo, what the hell
are you talking about?

Why? You wanna know why?

Open it!

That's right.

They killed my cat!

"They"?

They! Those debased dregs
of humanity out there!

Our lost tribe in search of a new
home so they can roost and rot again.

Romo, how long has
the cat been dead?

How long? It's irrelevant, it's
immaterial, since it wasn't even my cat!

Romo. It's been
dead for weeks.

It belonged to my wife.

I just retrieved him
from a vet on Gemenon.

When the bombs started to fall,
and fate presented me with a choice,

I could get back on that shuttle

or I could run home
and try to save my family.

How do you think I chose?
Romo.

We've all had to make difficult
choices. You don't think I know?

Your wife's name was Faye.

You had two daughters,
Jennifer and Katie!

They were over 200 passengers
on that shuttle,

only a handful chose
to stay behind.

Yeah. That's right,
it was in your file

when you were handed the job
as Baltar's counsel.

But no one blamed you, Romo,

because at a certain point,
we all made decisions

that saved our lives
at the cost of others.

You think you're unique, Romo?

Think you're sins
are so special?

Is that it, Counselor?

You're gonna rest your entire case on
that pathetic little bit of insight?

No. Unless...

The clean slate.
The fresh start.

Maybe they are illusions,
like you said.

But at a certain point,
faith in ourselves,

in our right to survive
as a species, as a people,

that's not a given,
that's a choice.

Well, I've made mine.
And if you can't stomach that,

then you had damn well better
squeeze that trigger right now.

Go on.

What are you waiting for?

Or you can make a choice,

put your past behind you,
put the gun down

and help me,
because I'm telling you,

I'm gonna make a
difference in this Fleet.

Is that your final word?

That's up to you.

Then swear it.

I, Leland Joseph Adama,
do now avow and affirm...

that I take the office of
President of the 12 Colonies of Kobol

without any moral
reservation or mental evasion.

That I take the office
of President of the 12 Colonies of Kobol

without any moral
reservation or mental evasion.

This is a frakking joke.

You're the only man I can
trust to command this ship.

Well, maybe you're crazy enough
to pull a stunt like this,

but you can't be crazy
enough to leave me in charge.

In case you forgot, my last term
at the helm was a complete disaster.

That was a long time ago.
You're not the same man you were.

You're not even the same man
who came back from New Caprica.

You've found out
a lot about yourself,

been tested in ways I can
barely begin to imagine.

You're ready.

Besides, don't count
on this being permanent.

What if it is?

Put these on.

Then you lead the people to
Earth the best way you can.

The Fleet has stayed here
too long already.

Any other last orders?

Just one.

Give Athena back her daughter.

She needs her family.
We all need our family.

Take care of this one.

All right, let me see the changes
before you get this out to the press.

All right.
Thank you.

Mr. Lampkin.

Romo.

One day in office, and you've
already got a First Pet.

But Jake here is a genuine
hero of the resistance.

Aren't you, Jake?

Unfortunately, his previous
owners had to let him go.

Jake, meet Romo.
Romo, meet Jake.

Your new best friend.

There's one thing I hate
more than cats. It's dogs.

See, a new pet for you to loathe.
I knew it would be the perfect gift.

Good luck, Jake.

I hear you're keeping
Zarek as vice president.

I can use the advice.

And as long as he knows he's
heard, I think I can trust him.

I don't know if I agree
with your thinking, but...

Well, I could say
the same thing about yours.

The only difference is,
you're gonna be President,

I'm just getting in a plane.

Waiting alone in a Raptor, while
the rest of the Fleet jumps away,

that's not just
getting in a plane.

That sounds a lot like...

Well, that sounds
a lot like suicide, Dad.

At least this time I'm
only risking my own neck.

So I guess it won't matter if, as
President, I order you not to do this?

I don't know if I ever told you this, but
one of my first missions was a solo recon,

me alone in a Raptor
in enemy space.

I'm not gonna lie to you,
I was scared.

Told myself that I was doing my
duty, and ultimately I faced my fear.

That's a good memory.

Why are you doing this?

Because I can't
live without her.

And Laura is gonna get
to the rendezvous point.

I have to believe that.

Admiral.
Admiral.

What do you hear, Starbuck?

Nothing but the rain, sir.

Grab your gun
and bring the cat in.

Yes, sir.

Keep a light on.
I'll be back.

You can count on it.

Galactica, this is
Husker. I'm in position.

Affirmative, Husker.

All Fleet ships,
this is Galactica actual.

- Commence jump.
- Yes, sir.