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There are those who believe

that life here began out there,

far across the universe,

with tribes of humans

who may have been
the forefathers of the Egyptians

or the Toltecs or the Mayans,

that they may have been
the architects of the great pyramids,

or the lost civilisations
of Lemuria

or Atlantis.

Some believe that there may yet be
brothers of man

who even now fight to survive

somewhere
beyond the heavens.

Noble delegates,
you're anxious to go back to your ships

before our rendezvous
with the Cylons

but I think it appropriate
to toast the most significant event

in the history of mankind.

I would like to raise
my chalice to you,

not merely
as the Quorum of 12,

representing
the 12 Colonies of man,

but as my friends,

the greatest leaders
ever assembled.

As we approach
the seventh millennium of time,

the human race at last will find peace,
thanks to you.

To peace.

Starbuck,
what are you going to say?

Zac, calm down.
Why are you so nervous?

He sees me
as his little brother.

You're acting like one.
It's a routine patrol.

- Why is it so important to you?
- Because it is.

I'm a warrior.
I want to prove that to him.

This may not be the best time.

It's a peace envoy!
What trouble could there be?

- That's not the point.
- Starbuck, you promised.

I know.

What are you doing?
We're going on patrol.

- Er...
- He can't make it. Starbuck's not well.

- Oh?
- Yeah, well, it's... erm...

Well, that's kind of
short notice, erm,

with everybody not wanting
to go on this patrol.

They want to celebrate the armistice.
I wonder who I'll be able to find?

Yes, Zac,
you have a suggestion?

I've studied the coordinates
from here to the Cylon capital.

- My ship's ready to go!
- That's lucky. Isn't it, Starbuck?

Yeah, that's a real
stroke of luck.

I guess you're just gonna have
to pull Starbuck's patrol with me.

Wow!

- Were we ever like that?
- I can't remember that far back.

Listen, maybe I ought to go.

No, he'll be fine.
It's not as if we're at war, right?

See you later.

- Take care of the stomach.
- Yeah, I will.

Section 12, launch bay Alpha,
stand by to launch fighter probe.

Acknowledge input.
Recorded and functioning.

Coordinates transferred.

- Acknowledge.
- Acknowledged. Ready to launch.

Core systems transferring control
to probe craft. Launch when ready.

- It's so different out here.
- This is nothing.

When the war is over,
we may get back to deep exploration.

That's the challenge.
Let's take a look at Lianus Vector.

Baltar, my friend,

this armistice conference
would not have been possible

without your tireless work.

You have secured for yourself
a place in the history books.

That the Cylons chose me as their liaison
to the Quorum of the 12

was an act of Providence,
not skill.

I see the party is not
a huge success with all my children.

What awaits us
out there troubles me.

Surely you don't cling
to your suspicions about the Cylons?

They asked for this armistice.

- They want peace.
- Forgive me, Mr President,

but they hate us with every fibre
of their existence.

We love freedom.
We love independence -

to feel, to question,
to resist oppression.

To them, it's an alien way of existing
they will never accept.

But they have, through Baltar.

They have sued for peace.

Yes. Of course, you're right.

Apollo, two targets on my scanner
above the moon Cimtar.

It could be a storm.
We'll be coming through it.

Hold positions and cover me
while I take a look.

- Well, look at that.
- What is it?

I'll tell you in a flash.

Warbook says a Cylon tanker.
Scanner reads it's empty.

- Apollo, I have a funny feeling.
- Well, we came to look.

There's the other ship
tucked in nice and neat.

I wonder what she's doing?

- She's jamming us.
- Warbook says she's a freighter.

If she's jamming us, she's hiding something.
I'm going round her.

Nothing but a harmless mist.
Not heavy at all.

I don't see why they'd send up
all that electronic jamming.

- Let's get out of here.
- Why?

I'll explain later.

Colonial viper in quadrant.
Intercepting.

I see what you mean.

It's an ambush. Enough firepower
to destroy the entire fleet.

We won't make it,
giving them our backs.

- How many of them can you make out?
- Four.

At three, hit your reverse thrusters
and maximum braking flaps.

We'll give them a little surprise.
One, two, three.

Turbos, full forward thrust.
Now.

Right here, you creeps.

Hey, not bad, little brother.
You go after the guys on the right.

- Yahoo!
- Apollo, I'll get this one.

Zac, look out! Behind you!

- He's right on my tail!
- Hang on, I'm coming.

- Steady...
- Hurry, Apollo!

Steady...

Nice shooting
but they hit my high engine.

That's OK, we got 'em.

Those guys need
a ten to one margin...

Apollo, better look
at your scanner.

- But 1,000 to one, that's not fair.
- What's it mean?

There won't be any peace -

there may not be much of anything
if we don't warn the fleet.

Do it.
I won't be able to keep up with you.

- Zac, I'm not going to leave you.
- You have to.

I'll make it back. Now go on - you've got
to warn the fleet. I'll be all right.

You can fly with me any time,
little brother.

Good luck.

This is Commander Adama
returning from Atlantia.

- Request permission to land.
- Granted.

- Something's wrong.
- What is it?

I don't know.
They just put the ship on alert.

Atlantia, this is Galactica.
Request assistance...

- What is it?
- Our patrol had trouble.

Signals are being jammed.
It could be smugglers or pirates or...

Get me the President, please.

Mr President, our patrol is under attack,
we don't know by whom.

As a precaution I would like
to launch intercept fighters.

I think that's highly inadvisable
in view of the delicacy of our situation.

Quite right, Baltar.

Commander, as a precaution
I insist upon restraint.

If this turns out to be
an encounter with some outlaws,

we could jeopardise the peace
by displaying fighters

- so close to our rendezvous.
- Mr President,

- two of my fighters are under attack.
- By forces unknown.

Do not launch
until the situation is more clear.

Sir, I at least urge you
to bring the fleet to alert?

I will consider that.
Thank you, Commander.

He'll consider it?
He'll consider it?

It's all right.

I'm sorry, Commander,
it's just that...

- Well...
- Well, what?

The patrol is under the command
of Captain Apollo.

If I can't have confidence
in my first-born son,

whom can I depend upon?

Commander, Zac is with him.
It's his first patrol.

Thank you.

Come on, give me all you got.

Still no word from our fighters.
They're being jammed.

- If we don't launch...
- We cannot launch. It's been forbidden.

However...

this might be a good time
for battle stations drill.

- Sound the alert, Colonel.
- Yes, sir.

You may never see
another one, fellas.

A perfect pyramid.

Unless there's a better hand,
the pot's mine.

Wait, wait!

- Come here, wait! Come back!
- Duty calls!

Let's go!

Sir, our scanner shows a large number
of ships headed this way at high speed.

- A single craft is approaching.
- Get that pilot here.

- Get me the President.
- Yes, sir.

- What's going on?
- Don't worry.

Probably an aerial salute
for the President.

Sure ruined a good card game.

- Commander?
- Mr President,

a wall of unidentified craft
is closing in.

Possibly a Cylon
welcoming committee.

Sir, may I suggest we launch
a welcoming committee of our own?

There remain many hostile feelings
amongst our warriors.

The likelihood of an unfortunate incident
with all those pilots in the sky...

Commander?

Sir, did Baltar suggest
that we sit here defenceless?

My friend,
we are on a peace mission.

The first peace
Man has known in a thousand years.

- Stand by to attack.
- Come on, baby, not much further.

Blue Flight Two, in trouble!
Emergency approach.

- Mr President!
- Commander...

our patrol is under attack
from the approaching force.

Mr President,
your welcoming committee is firing at us!

Baltar?

We made it.

Patrol to fleet, I need help!

What was that?

That was my son,
Mr President.

No! Oh, my God...

Positive shield, now!
Launch fighters!

- All batteries commence fire!
- All fire, control stations.

Launch all remaining vipers.

- Sir, they're off.
- Fighters launched, sir.

Did the other ships
launch their fighters?

Negative, sir.

Lord help us.

Engineering reports
hits on starboard engine.

Cylons.
I had to leave Zac, he's disabled.

- I have to go back.
- No.

Father, I didn't know what to do!
He doesn't stand a chance!

Atlantia to all battlestars...

Zac?

His ship was destroyed
just short of the fleet.

Transferring target data.

Reduce speed
to maintain position with Atlantia.

Boomer,
there's a pair on your tail.

Pull up!
I'll get him off.

Nice shooting!

We have to know
how many base ships we're dealing with.

- No base ships.
- You're mistaken.

Fighters can't go this far from Cylon,
they don't carry enough fuel.

- Just fighters. Maybe a thousand.
- How do you account for that, Apollo?

I don't know. We picked up
an empty tanker on our scanner.

I guess the Cylons
used it to refuel

after flying there
from where their base ships are.

Why operate without base ships
when it isn't necessary?

They would've been well out of our range
at the old moon.

Unless it was necessary...

for them to be somewhere else.

Get me the President!

Starbuck, it's dangerous here!

Mr President,
I request permission to leave the fleet.

I suspect our home planets
may face imminent attack.

- Maintain contact!
- ... fires out of... Request...

How could I have been
so completely wrong?

I have led the entire
human race to ruin.

- Mr President?
- Group 3, Vectors 1-7 and 2-8.

Arm and attack Atlantia.

- I got him on the left.
- I got him on the right.

The main attack
is on the President's ship.

Atlantia Death Squadron, attack.

Negative shield, now!

Oh, my God.

Commander, long-range scanners
have picked up Cylon base ships...

at grids 0-3-5,
1-2-6 and 2-5-8.

Within striking range
of the planets Virgon, Sagitara and...

Yes, and Caprica.

By your command.

Speak, Centurion.

All base ships are now
in range to attack the Colonies.

The final annihilation
of the life form known as Man.

Let the attack begin.

Helm, bring us around.

We're withdrawing.
Flank speed for home.

Long-range scanner picks up
wave after wave of ships

headed towards all inner planets.

Hey, Boomer, where's she going?

Don't ask me.
The Commander calls the shots.

Hey, guys, Galactica's pulling out.

There's got to be a good reason.

Electronic jamming has stopped.

They're clearing the air
for their electronic guidance systems.

So the attack is under way.

No, sir, we're picking up video signals.
Everything looks normal at home.

We have a civil broadcast transmission
coming up shortly.

Perhaps we're in time,
Commander?

Preparations continue through the night
here at the Caprica Presidium.

We can see at the moment
it is somewhat deserted.

But with the new dawn,
it will be full of Capricans

coming here,
eagerly and joyfully,

to usher in a new era -
the era of peace.

So far, details
of the armistice meeting,

going on at this very moment
on the star Kobol,

are not coming in
as we had hoped for.

It seems that this is due
to unusual electrical interferences

which are blocking out
all interstellar communications.

However, as soon as they are available,
we will be showing you the first pictures

of something described as
the most significant event in history.

Oh, my God!
It's a tremendous explosion!

Are we getting this on camera?

People are running everywhere.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is terrible.
They're bombing the city.

Boxey!

No! Boxey!

Miss, the building's going to topple!
Everybody, run for cover!

Run! Run!

Hurry, find cover!
Get out of here!

Stay down here!

No! No!

- My daggit! Where is he?
- He's fine.

It's going to be all right.

...on the southern peninsula.

31 cities are known
to be under heavy attack.

Red 1-3-niner, we're on fire.
Emergency, fire in Red 1-3.

The water supply is cut off.

A second wave
is coming in. We have no defences!

Is this channel operative?

Oh, Zac...

and all the others!

They trusted us to protect them
and we... Oh, God.

There really wasn't any choice.

Commander, Cylon base ships
on long-range scanner,

launching to all outer planets.

No hope, Commander.

What about Sagitara?

The planet's in flames,
Commander.

Have my shuttlecraft
prepared, please.

Shuttlecraft?

I'm going down
on the surface of Caprica.

You can't. If the Cylon scanners
pick you up...

You will continue to rendezvous
with the survivors of the fleet.

I'll take you in my fighter.
You're the last Council member.

If we run into a Cylon ship,
you'll have a chance.

I insist on that, Commander.

Very well.

Transferring control to probe craft.
Launch when ready.

Ships are coming in
on both decks, sir.

- What's the count?
- 67 fighters in all, sir. 25 of our own.

- How many battlestars?
- None.

What?

We're the only surviving battlestar.

My God.

Red Leader One in trouble.
Repeat, in trouble.

Red Leader,
how can we assist you?

I'm damaged. Power control circuits
shot away on my landing gear.

Starbuck, what's your condition?

This is no time for trainees, Athena.
I'm in real trouble.

You will be if you keep talking like that.
How's your fuel?

- Dry.
- All right. Run the check with me.

Alpha circuit,
alternate to left servo circuit.

Alpha circuit alternating
to left servo circuit.

No response.
My throttles are still full open.

Omega C circuit.
Alternate the servo support circuit.

Alternating to servo support circuit.
Does not respond.

Bring him in full throttle.
There's no choice.

I heard him. Get everyone out of the way,
I'm coming in hot.

You're cleared to land.

I hope you aren't counting off
for neatness.

He's coming in like a missile.

Stay back! He could lose it.

I told you to stay back!

Starbuck!

Get out!
The ship might blow any minute!

- Are you all right?
- Fine, no thanks to your father.

- Here. Give it a good wash for me.
- Out of the way. Blow that out!

What are you saying?
Do you realise what we've been through?

You didn't see
how we spent our day.

We single-handedly beat the Cylons
while you went on a cruise!

Don't you realise what's happened?

I realise what happened.
You should see this baby when it takes off.

Beautiful sight, unless it
happens to be your base ship!

Starbuck, listen to me!

The Colonies are gone.

- All of them.
- What are you talking about, gone?

I'm sorry, Ila.

I was never there
when it mattered.

Never.

Women.

- This way.
- There's food somewhere.

I'm hungry.

Father?

There are crowds coming.
They probably saw our ship land.

I was just...
gathering a few things here.

- This likeness of you and Zac...
- Father, we can't stay.

Maybe Mother wasn't here.

No.

No, she was here.

She was here.

Where were they?
Where were they?

Where are the rest
of you fancy fliers?

Where were you
when they killed the rest of us?

- What were you doing, boy?
- Wait! Let him talk!

I want to know where you were as well.
All of you.

We waited. We watched and prayed
and you never came.

Most of us are dead.

- The fleet is all but destroyed.
- But you're here.

From the Battlestar Galactica.

- It survived?
- Yes.

What of the President and the
Council of 12 and all the other Colonies?

All destroyed.

- Commander Adama.
- Yes, Serina.

It's true then.
We're defeated, doom

Can I ride in your ship, sir?

Fighter planes
aren't for little boys.

They're going to have to be
if we're going to survive.

- We must fight back.
- Yes, we are going to fight back.

But not here, not now,
not in the Colonies.

Not even in this star system.

Send word to every man, woman
and child who survived this holocaust.

Tell them to set sail at once in every
assorted vehicle that will carry them.

And the word went forth
to every outpost of humanity,

and they came.
The Aries,

the Gemons, the Virgos,

the Scorpios, the Pisceans
and the Sagittarians.

In all, 220 ships,
representing every colony,

colour and creed
in the star system.

The human race
might have one more chance

but first it would have
to survive

the alliance, the elements...

and the unknown sinister threats
that would lie ahead.

Their destruction is complete.

Our forces have taken prisoners
near the spacedrome.

They tell of survivors
who escaped in ships.

What ships?

How far can they go?

If a handful of survivors
did escape,

they would have neither fuel nor food
for a long voyage.

The information is not complete.
It is offered in exchange for life.

And what is the standing order
for humans?

- Extermination.
- Then carry out your orders.

If they exist...
they're doomed.

We gather here as representatives
of each ship in our fleet

to answer that single question...

where will we go?

Our recorded history tells us
that we descended

from a mother civilisation,

a race that went out into space
to establish colonies.

Those of us here assembled now

represent the only known
surviving Colonies.

Save one, a sister world,

far out in the universe,

remembered to us
only through ancient writings.

It is my intention to seek out
that remaining colony,

that last outpost of humanity
in the whole universe.

Commander Adama?

This 13th colony, this other world,
where is it and what is it called?

I wish I could tell you
that I know precisely where it is

but I can't.

However, I do know
that it lies beyond our star system,

in a galaxy very much like our own,
on a planet called...

Earth.

Earth?

Anybody here?

- Starbuck.
- Oh.

I've been looking for you. I came
to apologise for how I treated you.

It's just...

I'd seen so many of the guys
from my squadron...

...burned up.

I guess I was looking
to take it out on somebody.

I wish it hadn't been you.

It wasn't important, Starbuck.

I don't know what is.

Look, I'm sorry about...

Zac and your mother.

Starbuck,
you don't have to say anything.

- Zac pulled my patrol.
- He wanted to go.

Yeah. Athena, this is a time
for sticking together.

Maybe we could talk about, er...
things.

Us, you mean?

Well, I... guess
it is a little overdue.

Starbuck, I don't know.

I don't think any of us
have any kind of future any more.

Don't say that.
Things are going to be all right.

Look, if we can handle
what we've just been through,

we can handle anything.

Later, maybe, when things
aren't so fresh in my mind.

Athena, I...

I said I was sorry.

Starbuck...

I don't want to care
about anybody...

but especially you.

Zac couldn't wait
to get out there, get all shot up.

And you,
you're worse than Zac.

I think of it...
as an obligation.

No, you don't.

You like to pretend they're dragging you
by your bootstraps but...

you really can't wait to get up there
in that machine of yours.

Well, I...

I guess we...
see things differently.

I guess we do.

I said what I came to say.

This is Alpha Shuttle.

Fleet damage and supply survey.
Please prepare to receive.

Look at it this way, Boomer,
it isn't the worst duty in the fleet.

I hear they're sending
some guys from Beta section

crawling around an old skybus
looking for a solium leak.

Wonder how they missed us for that?

Excuse me, but...

- What are you looking for?
- Solium leaks.

- Bye.
- Halt!

Apollo!

Captain, that stuff is dangerous.
These old ships shouldn't even be flying.

There wasn't much choice,
was there?

How many people did we leave behind
for lack of ships?

Unless you want
a permanent duty here,

you'll help survey
every ship for damage

or I might be tempted
to loan you to Beta company.

Keep it up, old buddy.
You're going to get us into real trouble.

Ten thousand light years
from nowhere,

our planet destroyed -
and I'll get us in trouble?

- All I'm saying...
- What is the matter with you?

I tell you, you may as well live for today.
We might not have many left.

Apollo?

Yeah, I see it.

- Where's the food?
- Everything's gonna be taken care of.

And water?
We haven't had water in two days.

We'll have food and water...

But you promised us water!

Can't you bring us some water?
A little bit?

We just need a little bit of water!

Where's the food? We haven't heard
from anyone in two days!

Please.
Please, tell us what's going on.

- Have we been left behind?
- No, you haven't.

Be patient.
You will be attended to.

Be patient.
Just be glad you're alive.

It's Gemonese.
Bommer can translate.

Does anyone understand
Gemonese?

- Her husband is feverish.
- What's wrong with your arm?

- Others are in greater need than I.
- Get her out of here.

She should be jettisoned with the dead.
No place for refuse here.

Feed her to the daggits!

Dirty socialator.

You starve us while the bureauticians
luxuriate in their private sanctuaries.

- No one is in luxury, I promise you that.
- No, you're lying.

I saw it with my own eyes
aboard the Rising Star,

before I was cast out and put here
among the Borays of humanity.

Core Control
is aware of the problem.

- So food and water is on the way?
- They're "aware" of the problem.

What are you saying?
There's something you're not telling us.

Relief is on the way,
you have my word as a warrior.

Your word as a warrior?

I can't fault them for resenting us.

They have to blame someone.

Core Command, Alpha Shuttle asking
for clarification on food dispersal.

Core Command.
No information available at this time.

"Not available"?
I just left a ship filled with starving people.

- What's going on?
- I'm sorry,

Core Command has
no information available at this time.

Commander, this is Colonel Tigh.

It's starting.

Something's wrong.
What did they tell you when you called?

The same thing they told you,
a vague acknowledgment of the problem.

Boomer, I'm getting
an awful uneasy feeling.

Why don't you just give me
your name, OK?

It's all right.

My name is Cassiopeia.

Cassiopeia. It's beautiful.

It means "fairy queen",
doesn't it?

- I think so.
- Designation?

I'm designated a socialator.

It's an honourable profession,

it's had the blessings
of the elders for 4,000 years.

I didn't say anything.

I was just curious about
all that excitement on the barge.

That woman...

That woman is a member of
the Otori Sect amongst the Gemonese.

They don't believe
in physical contact between genders

except when sanctified
by the priest

during high worship
of the sun storm,

which comes once
only every seven years.

No wonder those buggers
are such good card players.

This is Alpha Shuttle.
Rendezvousing with Starliner Rising Star.

Then on to Galactica
with patients for life station.

What are you up to?
If you don't mind my asking... sir.

Seeing what's at the bottom
of this conspiracy.

Rising Star, this is Sigma Shuttle
on fleet damage and supply survey.

Contaminated?
Weren't the provisions checked?

Yes, but not for Pluton poisoning.

Pluton breaks down food.
All this is worthless?

We don't know yet.

Jolly, go through every container.

Some may have been shielded
enough to be saved.

We went through three ships.
It isn't looking good.

Salvage anything you can.
Even small scraps will help.

What do we do
with the rest of it?

Jettison it.

Keep a lid on the problem.

If people find out we haven't any food,
we'll have a mutiny.

We're going up
to the second level.

Flight Leader Serpentine,
by your command.

Report, Centurion,
on the final assault.

On each of the 12 planets
a similar story is told

of a handful of ships
who escaped destruction

to rendezvous with a warship.

- What kind of warship?
- The Battlestar Galactica.

Then go and seek out Baltar.
Tell him I'm displeased.

Tell him I've offered a choice:
deliver the Battlestar Galactica

or deliver his head.

Captain!

- Yes?
- I heard that you'd come aboard.

May I borrow you for a moment?

We're on an important survey
for the Commander.

It won't take very long.

Boomer, go up to elite class
and see if there's any problems.

You won't like what you find.

I'll be along presently.

It's my son.

He hasn't moved in two days.

He lost his daggit
which meant everything to him.

I thought you could help.

I don't know what I can do.

He seemed to spark a little
when you picked him up on Caprica.

I got the feeling
that you were good with children.

I grew up with a kid brother.

- Where is he?
- There.

Excuse me, I'm looking for
young men to be fighter pilots.

Your name is?

- Boxey.
- Boxey.

Okay.

You're at the top of my list.
I've been looking for you.

You should have contacted the Commander.
We need pilots.

I'm too little to be a pilot.

Right now. But how long do you think
it takes to become a full warrior?

I don't know.

You have to start
when you're small

or you won't get these
until you have grey hair.

- You like them?
- I want Muffit.

There's not much room
for a daggit in a fighter plane.

He's gone. He ran away.

Oh.

Well, erm...

maybe we can find
one of Muffit's friends.

I asked.
There are no daggits.

I'll tell you what...

as a Colonial warrior
first level,

you can have the first daggit
that comes along, OK?

But only on the condition
that you get your rest,

close your eyes,

eat all your primaries,

and stop chasing girls.

Thank you.

I was right, you are good with kids.

You and your brother
must be very close.

- We were.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

If you'd rather not be involved...

Don't be silly.
What's a warrior to do after he's lost the big one?

Win a few of the little ones.

That's not a little one
in there, Captain.

No.

- This is private accommodation...
- Just step aside...

...secured by Sire Uri and his party.
I'm being paid by Trans Stellar's...

Now...

- What's going on, Boomer?
- Oh, nothing.

Just the fella here didn't seem to want
to let us into the club area.

Thank you.

I trust you have an explanation
for this intrusion?

Would you like to make a statement
before I arrest you, Sire Uri?

I'm glad you know my name.
You'll know from where the blade fell.

You have about a micron
to join me on my shuttle.

Then I'll turn the starving passengers
loose and leave you to them.

Captain, why don't you join us in
our prayer of gratitude for deliverance?

In case it eluded you, Councillor,

100 people have died
since our deliverance from the Cylons.

While hunger hasn't yet taken a life,
it's only a matter of time now.

Notify Core Command
that we have found stores

which we will distribute
as far as they go.

No, it's mine!
It belongs to me and my guests.

Does your wife feel the same
about denying food to others?

- My wife?
- Siress Uri. I don't see her.

Unfortunately she was not in time
to make the voyage.

My sympathies.
I share your bereavement.

- Siress Uri was an outstanding woman.
- Yes.

She would be moved
by your mourning.

Have Jolly come up
and distribute this food.

Without being critical, Captain, haven't
you overplayed our hand just a tad?

Sire Uri is a member
of the newly elected Council of the 12.

How do you overplay starvation?

How does it feel?

Like it's never
even been broken.

The bone's been fused whole.
It's stronger than before.

It's wonderful.

Look, look!

Look at my arm!

You're waiting to take me back,
aren't you?

Well, it isn't easy
to find a ride around here.

I dread returning to that ship.

Look, maybe I can check around

and see if there's
anyplace else you can go.

There are better ships.

Would you be doing this
if I weren't a socialator?

Hey, listen, can we forget my little jokes
back on the shuttle?

Look, I...

I just want to help you.

Really, it's nothing personal.

- Nothing personal?
- No. Absolutely nothing.

- Really?
- I swear.

Okay. Okay!

But I think you're making
a terrible deal.

Long-range patrol
is reporting in.

Scanners show no sign
of Cylon pursuit.

All vectors looking good.

- Commander.
- Yes, I heard.

That's... good news.

Apparently we've escaped.

Finding us now is almost impossible -
if we don't make any mistakes.

Carillon is too far away.

We will never make it
because of the food disaster.

There is no other destination.

Ah, but there is.

We can stop here, on Borallus.

We know that everything
we need is there...

food, fuel and water.

And, undoubtedly,
a Cylon task force.

- It is the most logical place to stop.
- Precisely why it'll be fatal.

- Where are you going?
- Possibly fatal.

Is it not surely fatal
to continue towards Carillon?

There is another way,
if I may have a moment of your time?

I support Commander Adama's
rejection of Borallus.

Surprising.

It is a deathtrap as lethal
as the one we left behind

and we haven't
the armament to fight.

However, there is
another approach to Carillon.

Instead of using
the intended route,

which takes us
centons out of our way,

I suggest we take
the direct path, here,

through the Nova of Madagon.

Not patrolled and a savings
of centons in reaching Carillon.

Captain,
I may not be a military expert,

but I do know that the Cylons
don't have to patrol that particular area

because they mine it, they lay mines
that make passage impossible.

It is impossible
for cumbersome ships like ours

to even attempt
to go through that passage.

I agree. The fleet could not traverse it
unless it had been cleared first.

And how would you
propose doing that?

I suggest I find
one or two volunteers

to fly with me ahead of the fleet
in fighter craft

to blow the minefield
apart with torpedoes.

- Good idea.
- Two volunteers?

Out of the question!
Out of the question!

Brilliant, brilliant.

If you must go straight ahead as you insist,
Adama, then this is the way.

- I say we support the captain.
- Good for you, my boy.

As grave a plan as it is,
it appears to be our only hope.

You have the support and the blessing
of the Council of the 12.

Thank you.

Guess who he's got in mind
to volunteer? Hey, wait.

I'm getting outta here.

Well, just the two fellas
I wanted to see.

Follow me, gentlemen.

See, I told you. Right.

What were you doing
volunteering for a mission like that?

Sire Uri must be
laughing up his sleeve.

Is that what's worrying you -
being made to look foolish by Uri?

I'm sorry but there was no choice.

You didn't have a plan.
It was his way or mine.

Now he's got us doing it,
turning one against the other.

If Uri weren't such a prima donna
I'd say let him lead!

We must not allow ourselves
to be fractioned off.

- A single voice is imperative.
- But not his!

He's only interested in himself.

I don't understand how he got elected -
you voted for him!

You should have known him back
in the renaissance days of Caprica.

He was the best.
A builder, an architect of dreams...

Now he just sits and decays himself
with drink and remembrance.

No wonder our world fell apart.

Looking back is contagious.

Decay and corruption
go hand in hand

with defeatism
and lack of action.

Uri moved in because
you failed to act,

to have alternatives
to his plans.

I believe it is...
sometimes prudent

to steer away from the flames
once you've been badly burnt.

And I'd say you'd better
look around more carefully.

You're nursing wounds
while we're still in the fire.

He still won't eat.

I may have something
to interest him.

Tonight?
Shouldn't you get some rest?

I'll sleep better after
we solve Boxey's problem.

- That's a tall order.
- I'm a big boy.

Okay, Boxey.

You're going to love this,
Boxey.

As you know, we will soon be landing
on various alien planets.

It's important that we be safe.

Ordinarily, we'd use trained daggits
to stand watch at night

while our warriors
slept in their encampments.

But we didn't have any daggits.

So we just had to see
what we could come up with.

We'll call the first one Muffit II.

Naturally, the first one will have to be
very carefully looked after.

That's not Muffit.
It's not even a real daggit.

No, but he can learn to be like a real one.
He's very smart.

And if you would help us,
he can be even smarter.

Stop that.

We used the image of Boxey you gave us
to train the drone to respond to him.

I owe you one, Doc.

Any time.

That's one I owe you.

Call it even.

Father?

Father, are you all right?

If anyone can say that he's all right
after what has happened,

I'd recommend them
for catharsis treatment.

That's not the warrior
I'm used to.

Whatever happened
to the joy of living to fight another day?

Ah, yes, the joy of living.

You were aboard the Galactica.

You didn't see them down there.

Their faces.
The old, the young...

Desperate. Begging, screaming
for a chance to come aboard,

a chance to live.

And there I was, like God,

passing out priorities

as if they were tickets
to a lottery.

There was one...
one woman

with a child in her arms.

She tore at my arm as I was boarding
the launch to come back

- Father, don't.
- Guard came up.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye
and tried to stop him.

He shoved her away,
pushed her.

He didn't see the child.

I don't know what happened
to that woman.

But, God, I don't want it any more.
Let someone else do it.

- Father?
- Take this burden from me.

It's somehow beautiful.

It's a perfect machine.

Born to dance amongst the stars.

It's bumping into them
that has me worried.

Why did you volunteer, Starbuck?

Well, somebody had to do it.

Did Apollo make you?

Yes, you certainly have a way
of cutting through the felgercarb.

Do you ever take that
smouldering weed out of your mouth?

I had this wonderful speech
all prepared.

About this being
your last night here,

about possibly not seeing
another night as beautiful as this one

or another girl
as beautiful as I am ever again?

That speech is
a little better than the one I had.

Would you mind if I borrowed it
on some future occasion?

Do you mind if we don't spend
much more time in the launching bay?

Can you think of any place
more private?

I can't think of any place private
in the whole damn fleet.

- What's in there?
- That's the launch tube.

You don't want to go in there.
It's dark and cold and...

Lord, I'll do anything you ask tomorrow,
just don't call an alert tonight.

Colonel, have you seen
Lieutenant Starbuck?

No, I don't think I...

Wait, I did see him
on the monitors earlier.

Before we shut down,
he was checking out his ship.

- That seems to make sense.
- I'm sure he's gone.

Getting a good night's sleep for the mission.
Why don't you do the same?

That little snake.

The Nova of Madagon
is not a nova at all

but a star field so bright our cockpits
will be sealed to prevent blindness.

We'll navigate by scanner
and clear a path with turbo lasers.

Starbuck? You're fidgeting
like a daggit on a sunspot.

It's my bio-pulse line, sir.

It's a bad time for me
to be in a cockpit.

Starbuck's being polite.
He got a steam burn.

I won't ask you how you got it
because I need you on this mission.

I didn't choose you to help
without a great deal of anguish.

Let me assure you that
if we fail, no one will survive.

The rest of our friends
must sit in anticipation of our skill.

Or lack thereof.

- Ready?
- Ready.

- Starbuck?
- I'm not ready but let's get it over with.

- Nova star field ahead.
- On three, two, one...

Radiation shield positive.

Launch fighters now.

Skin temperature read-out
100 and rising.

I can't see anything but it's getting hot.
Anybody picking up the field?

- Negative.
- Mine's gone.

I was afraid of that.
It's too bright.

Core systems
transferring control to Galactica.

We will guide you
using scanners.

- What if we miss a mine?
- We'll be the first to know. Let's go.

- We'll talk you through.
- Countdown to fire.

Five, four, three...

Three degrees right.

Target destroyed.
One target coming up.

It's burning through.

... - two, one, fire.
- Keep firing!

And fire.

Heartbeat, Captain Boomer,
read-out 100, other functions normal.

It's working, Commander.
They're clearing a path 100 maxims wide.

That is precision flying.

- I can't see. Are we hitting anything?
- Hanged if I know.

... two, one, fire.

Heartbeat, Captain Apollo,
read-out 99.

Skin temperature 120
and still rising.

Skin temperature 130
and rising.

- Five, four...
- It's getting hot.

...two, one, fire.

Fire.

Heartbeat, Captain Apollo,
read-out 99.

Skin temperature 135
and slowly levelling off.

It's cooling off.

Let's take a look
at where we are.

Negative shield, now.

There it is - Carillon.

- I think we're going to make it.
- Yee-ha!

We did it!

Recall the flight crews.

The planet Carillon.

Landing operations
will begin at once.

Prepare to land the mineral ships
and the landram parties.

Our mineral scanners have located

the approximate site
of the old mining expedition.

Blue Squadron will vector in
the ground search teams.

Welcome, Baltar.
I have grave news.

A handful of Colonials prevail
but we will soon find them.

What of our bargain?
My colony was to be spared!

I now alter the bargain.

How can you change
one side of a bargain?

When there is no other side.

You have missed
the entire point of the war.

But I have no ambitions
against you.

Could you think me
so foolish as to trust a man

who would see his own race destroyed?

Not destroyed, subjugated.
Under me.

There can be no survivors.

So long as one human remains alive
the alliance is threatened.

Surely you...

You don't mean me?

We thank you
for your help, Baltar.

Your time is at an end.

- No, you can't...
- No, not now, Centurion.

Remove him for public execution.

Vector 63038
to Ground Expedition 2.

My scanners
read life forms beyond here.

Either it's some
high-energy substance

or they left a caretaker
operation behind.

We've got it, 038.
Thanks.

I wonder what this looks like
in the daytime.

Hey, this is the daytime.

Oh. Lovely.

Skywalk 038, can you assist
in locating Tylium mine?

You got it, Captain.
My scanner indicates

that you will intersect the mine area
in 24 millicentons.

- Affirmative.
- Sync chronometers.

Captain would like a check-in
every four millicentons.

- Understood?
- Affirmative, Jolly.

You are in time-sync now.

038 returning to base.

See you guys in a while.
Good luck.

Boomer...

- Yeah, yeah, what is it now?
- You're not going to believe this.

I don't believe it.

- What is it?
- I don't know.

- Boy, it sure is pretty.
- Yeah.

- Sounds friendly.
- Yeah.

Don't shoot me!
What do you want?

Wait, wait.
Don't be afraid.

Listen...
Hey, you're from Taura.

I'm a Taurus.
How do you know that?

The dialect.
Listen, what is this place?

- What are you doing here?
- Me? What are you doing here?

Colonial warriors sneaking around
with your weapons drawn!

- Sorry.
- This is legal, isn't it?

Well, how did you get here?

- I came in a skybus.
- She's been smoking plant vapour.

Wait, wait, miss! Could you tell us
something about this bus?

My travelator,
he took care of all of it.

Isn't it fabulous here?
All this for so little money.

Oh, and I just won
over 1,000 cubits.

- Isn't that amazing?
- You won those cubits here?

In here. Everybody's doing it.
It's incredible.

If it's illegal, you're going to have
to fight the whole star system.

I have to go.
I have a moonlight cruise.

Two moons...
oh, how can you go wrong?

How cut off can these people be?

It's like she hasn't heard
the Colonies were destroyed.

And why haven't we heard
about this place?

I suppose you know every gambling
chancery in this star system?

That's right. If there's a game going on,
you'd know about it.

The odds must be incredible.
People are winning a fortune.

Yes, and they're well fed.

Why don't we find out
who's in charge of this place

and get some food to the fleet?

The last thing these people may want
is a battlestar at their front door.

I've never found
a gambling den

that didn't depend
on military pay vouchers.

Now, Boomer, until we find out
who these, er, people are,

remember,
it only takes one informant

and the Cylon
war machine will be here.

I want to look around,
sit in on a game,

see if I can find out
what's behind this place.

Your mission, Boxey,
is to watch that read-out.

When the counter gets to ten,
it means we've found a Tylium deposit.

Yes, sir.

We can't afford to stay
in one place for too long.

Why?
Why'd those people want to hurt us?

What did we do to them?

It's not what we did to them,

it's what they fear
we could do.

They're not like us.
They're machines,

created by living creatures
a long time ago.

If they're machines,
why don't we just turn 'em off?

Boy, I wish we could.

These machines
aren't that simple.

Some machines are so advanced they
function better than living creatures.

- They're not smarter.
- In some ways, they are.

They think a lot faster than we do
but they're not as individual.

We can do more of the unexpected.
It's about the only advantage we have.

- Why did we make them?
- We didn't. Another race did.

A race of reptiles called Cylons.

The Cylons found humans were the
most practical creatures in this system,

so they copied our bodies
but they built them bigger and stronger.

They can exchange parts
and live forever.

Maybe the Cylons who created
these machines could turn them off.

There are no more real Cylons.

They died off thousands of yahrens ago,
leaving behind a race of supermachines.

And we still call them Cylons.

Will that happen to us, too?
Will our machines take over?

We are very careful not to make our
drones that intelligent or independent.

Present company excepted,
Muffit.

I think we'd better have
this drone checked.

He's been listening awfully closely.

- We'd better talk.
- Right.

- They can't try to read our lips in here.
- Who?

Whoever might be up
to something here.

Well, Boomer, one thing
this place isn't is crooked.

- Where'd you get all those cubits?
- Gambling. You can't lose.

That's what I mean. You ever been in
a chancery where you couldn't lose?

No, but then I've never
been here either.

We could make a fortune
if we put those girls on the star circuit.

- I mean big money. Big money.
- Big money?

Every creature in the universe
is out to exterminate us

and you want to hire
a vocal group?

- There's something not right about this place.
- Yeah.

I've got to talk to those girls.

Quiet, Muffit.
I see it. Tylium.

- Nice going.
- That's a hot reading.

We may be right on top of that old mine.
I better check it out.

OK, Jolly, keep your eyes open.

- I'll bring him back.
- Hey, Boxey.

Boxey, hold it right here.
I'm going to get him back.

Muffy! Muffy!

Thank you.

- For what?
- For saving my son's life.

You're getting things out of proportion.
Anyway, maybe I should thank you.

You don't know me
or about Boxey's father.

When you're ready you'll tell me.

Nothing that's gone on before
really counts for much.

As far as the human race is concerned
we're all starting over.

Muffy! Muffy?

Muffy!

Muffy? Muffy!

Darn you, daggit!
Where are you?

Muffy! Muffy?

Muffy!

- Any sign of Boxey?
- Afraid not.

What is it?

- What's happening on this planet?
- I don't know.

This is the largest Tylium mine
I've seen.

I just want to find Boxey.

Welcome to Carillon.

You are impressed?

Confused is more like it.
We've lost a little boy.

He is safe. We found him
and brought him here.

- Would you care to join him?
- Yes, we would.

Mommy!

Ah... Captain.
Good fortune smiles on us.

It's like nothing we dreamed of,
Captain.

They have everything we need.
They're happy to share.

- Sounds like paradise.
- Yeah, it does.

Colonel?
A message from Sire Uri.

Well, Colonel.

- A most optimistic note.
- Too optimistic.

Uri has everyone breaking in
the bulkheads to get there.

Perhaps in small numbers
in rotation.

It isn't going to be that way.

He's authorised visitors' permits
to half our population.

Half the population?

We've come so far, so quickly,

there has been little time for reason.

What is the secret
behind the existence of this outpost

on the outer rim
of our star system?

There are many such oases
for intergalactic travellers,

but none so far off
the known arteries of trade,

and none so curiously close
to a Tylium mine.

Fuel has begun to arrive
from the Ovion mines

but in curiously small quantities.

Now I feel the growing need
for extraordinary measures of precaution.

The ships continue
to hover over the planet,

supported by maintenance crews

whose spirits are as depleted
as their numbers.

Everyone seems to have forgotten
our flight from the Cylons.

The beauty and wiles of Carillon

hold our people spellbound.

Let 'em ride.

Hello, Starbuck.

- This is my lucky night.
- Just might be.

- Well, money isn't everything.
- No?

Have you checked out
the accommodations yet?

Most of my unit is staying
down on Carillon tonight.

- I'll see what I can arrange.
- OK.

Yeah.

- Are you going to play, sir?
- I hope so.

Hm? Oh! Yeah, sure.

Let 'em ride again.
It's my lucky night.

Can't lose.

Is this seat taken?

Oh, er... Well, it's, er...

- Starbuck...
- Yeah.

I came because I think
I owe you an apology.

You do?

This paradise is the perfect opportunity
for us to be...

open and honest
with one another.

- Yeah.
- I hurt you. Admit it.

Well...

You once said I was the only woman
you'd had real feelings toward.

Yeah, I, er, may have said that.

You may have said that?

No. No, Athena, wait!

What...
What I meant to say is that

I've had to shut
all of those feelings out

to avoid any more pain
than I've already suffered.

Starbuck...

Oh, no...

Hello.

Excuse me,
you're occupying my space.

- Your space?
- Yes, I have good news.

I got us the key
to the royal suite.

Why thank you,
we do appreciate it.

Er, see, listen, I've got
this hot streak going here...

- Oh! I see.
- Yes, I do, too.

Well, have a good time,
you two.

And next time it's office rates,
Lieutenant.

Never eaten so much
in my entire life.

I'm gonna be as fat as a pig.

Push level three for us, please.

I feel like a total glut, Nanswah.
Nothing fits me any more.

And we've only been
on the surface for three...

Erm... I asked you
to push the third level.

There, you've missed our lodging.

I did press it.
Something seems to be wrong.

Well, there are no lodgings
this far down.

Look there, it seems to be taking us
all the way to the bottom.

- Something's happening.
- Let me at that control.

There, we've stopped.
Thank goodness.

I wonder what's down here.

You wanted to see me?

I've been sitting here for yahrens,
it seems,

examining our military intelligence
on this Carillon outpost.

I didn't think we had any
beyond the exploration for fighter fuel.

That's the disquieting part.

Baltar's people declared the Tylium
too minimal for mining.

And our military intelligence
is based on that report.

And now we find one of the largest Tylium
mines in the star system.

Exactly.

So the mystery is:

Who's behind such a huge
remote mining operation?

There's no local food source
to feed their labourers.

They must be bringing it in
from who knows how far?

They have plenty to share.
Our people are getting obese.

Yes.
And there's another mystery.

There seems to be no connection

between the Ovion workers underground
and the resort on the surface,

and yet there must be
some connection.

Do you suspect a tie-in
with the Cylon Empire?

Where Baltar's involved
I suppose I suspect everything.

You've had no reports of anything odd,
out of the ordinary?

No, sir. The people are having
the time of their lives.

It's a circus.
A wonderland.

- Shall we?
- Why don't we, my beautiful captain?

We have here the food
and necessities to feed our people.

We have the support of a culture quite
content to be subservient to our needs.

We are far away from the Cylons
so as not to pose a threat to them.

At least we ought not to pose a threat.

And would not if we destroyed
our war machines.

- What's this?
- Ah, our young warrior.

Or should I say saviour?

I was just pointing out
that the Cylons destroyed our cities

because we were
a threat to their order.

Here, isolated from them,
we pose no threat.

Or would not, if we disposed
of our ships and weapons.

Now, what do you think
of my proposal?

Hope it's the grog.

Well, tonight it might very well
be the grog,

but there's always tomorrow.

Why should they believe
we are now willing to accept

that which we have always found unacceptable -
to live under Cylon rule?

Because we would destroy
our arms...

to prove we are willing
to live in peace.

- Destroy our only means of defence?
- Or attack

May I remind my brothers

that we did not have conflict
with the Cylons

until we intervened
in their relations with other nations?

Yes. Yes, you are right.

We did not come into conflict
with the Cylons

until we helped our neighbours,

whom the Cylons wished to enslave.

And until we helped the Hasaris
get back their nation,

taken by force by the Cylons.

Correct, but if we mind
our own business,

there's every reason to believe
that the Cylons will leave us alone.

If you've all come here to turn your backs
on the principles of our fathers

and the Lords of Kobol,
from whom all Colonies evolved,

you do so with my utter contempt.

Warriors are always the last
to recognise the inevitability of change.

We have a choice.

Life or death.

I submit that an issue
this grave

should be decided
by our people

Maybe you're right but I'll tell you,
the military won't be easy to convince.

How, may I ask, do you propose
to present such a delicate matter?

At a celebration to decorate
those three brave young men

who led us to safety through
the perilous straits of Madagon.

One of them Adama's son,
I do believe.

Just the tonic our people need
at this moment -

some old-fashioned
down-to-goodness heroes.

- After you.
- Thank you.

Party's just getting started.

You want a little...
company?

I'm kind of companied out,
thank you.

You'll miss the tribute
for the warriors.

I've given them all the tribute
they're going to get.

Oh, it missed my level.

Mine, too.
Something seems to be wrong.

We're going all the way down.

Is that allowed?
I wonder what's down there?

Help me!
What are they doing with us?

OK, 30-70. You guys split 70%
and I'll even pick up the transportation.

I just don't think
it will work out.

Why not?

Look, I can't talk now.

- What do you mean?
- We'll have to talk about it later,

if you're still around.

Wait, where're you going?
You're my ticket out of the military.

Starbuck! What are you doing?
The captain's been looking for you.

I agree with you.
Something's going on around here.

It's gonna have to wait.
We're going back to the Galactica.

- What for?
- Dress uniforms.

Dress uniforms?
I'm not getting into any fancy...

One does not accept
the highest military honour,

the Gold Cluster,
in a battle suit.

The Gold Cluster? You're kidding.
- We got it.

Commander?

Commander.

Just like old times,
isn't it, Tigh?

Our ships weren't so fancy
but we gave them a good run.

Yes.

You didn't tell anyone
we were meeting?

- No.
- Good.

Is there some reason why
we shouldn't be talking?

Pick up that ground-crew communicator
and climb into the next ship, please.

- Climb into the next ship?
- Quickly.

You're patched
into my internal comms system.

We are completely isolated.
No one can hear us.

Yes, but why would anyone
want to?

It grieves me to take such precautions
on our own battlestar.

Sire Uri's men are expecting me
to make a move over his disarmament plan.

Even my private quarters
are being monitored.

Now, what I'm about to propose
is somewhat risky.

You don't have to go along
if you don't want to.

Commander, if you say we should do it,
naturally I say we should do it.

What is it
we're about to do?

Tigh, when would be the most
devastating time for a Cylon strike?

Almost any time,
with half of our warriors down on...

During the celebration, when
all of our warriors are down on Carillon.

If we were attacked

without being able
to recall our warriors...

we wouldn't have a chance.

A few well-placed Cylon bombs
in the heart of this launching bay...

and we couldn't get
a single fighter into the air.

Then you do think there's more
to Carillon than generosity?

It smells like a trap.

It feels like a trap.

I believe it is a trap.

It is imperative that we get
our pilots closer to our ships.

Or perhaps the other way around:
get our ships closer to our pilots.

How do we get our ships down
to Carillon without council clearance?

We launch a couple at a time
as if they were part of our regular patrol.

The council has ordered
all of our warriors to be at the party.

They will be there,
in a manner of speaking.

Now, Uri doesn't know
all of our warriors on sight.

He'll be counting uniforms,
not men.

- He'll be counting uniforms?
- Yes.

And I want you to collect
all the warrior uniforms

you can possibly lay your hands on

and fill them
with whomever you can find.

Mechanics,
kitchen personnel, anyone.

And get them down to that party.

- What do I tell them?
- Tell them anything.

Tell them they're on a secret mission -
which is the truth.

- I'll do my best.
- I'm depending upon you, Tigh.

If I'm right...

Uri won't be the only one who'll be
counting uniforms at that party tonight.

I understand.

And I hope you are wrong.

Well, we'll see.

What are you doing, Colonel?
- Frack.

I didn't mean to startle you.

Can we give you a hand with?

If you ever do that again,
you're on report, Starbuck!

Tell your playboy pilots this is not
the last inspection I'm going to make.

If I ever find uniforms in this condition,
you're in trouble!

When Commander Adama sees these
he's gonna go crazy!

It's gotta be the pressure.
It's unfair.

Bridge officers
never get to go to the surface,

while everybody else
has a good time.

Bridge officers don't get
shot at flying around.

- I wouldn't mind trading with them.
- I believe you.

I'll mention it to the colonel.

I can't take over for him.
I'm not a colonel.

Neither am I.

- So much for guilt. Let's go to the party.
- Right...

Hello, Father.

Apollo.

Well... Erm...

Colonel Tigh wants
to be at the celebration,

so I offered to relieve him for the night.
It was simply a favour.

I thought you'd like to see
your son getting a star cluster.

It's well deserved.
Well deserved.

Precisely why I cannot accept it
as anything

but another of
Councillor Uri's ploys.

How can saluting
his rival's son be a ploy?

I have the feeling that he'll propose
destroying our arms at the celebration,

hoping that the cascade of emotion
will do all the damage

before they realise
what they've done.

- But you can stop him.
- I...

Not any more.
Haven't you heard the talk?

- I got us into this predicament.
- No one believes that.

Even if some do,
you have to speak out.

You've been more
than a father to me.

You've been someone I could look up to
with trust and respect.

My ideals rise and fall on your standards,
and this isn't you.

What's happening to you?
Help me to understand

You'll understand, my son.

In time, you'll understand.

I know that wasn't easy for you,
not telling him.

- Perhaps you should have.
- No.

No, if I told him,

I wouldn't have been able
to keep him from my side.

This is my gamble.
If I win, we all win.

But if you're wrong,
Uri will destroy you.

I'm not wrong.

The Cylons lured me
into their deception once.

Never again.

- Guaranteed?
- Easy. You can't lose.

- What is?

That man's insignia
is Blue Squadron.

I thought I knew everybody in it.
And look at the fit of that uniform.

Apollo, tonight is
a night of thanksgiving.

Everyone's dressing up and making do
with whatever they have.

He probably hasn't worn that
in years.

Besides,

the guest of honour
looks absolutely delicious.

- Hi.
- How lovely you look in your uniform.

Oh, how?

Hey, isn't this something,
Boxey?

Our hosts have been
very generous.

- I don't like them.
- What?

I said the Ovions wouldn't approve
of him bringing Muffit.

Well, we put one over on 'em,
didn't we?

Except for your captain,
I deduce from the uniforms

- that most of your warriors are here.
- Well, I'm always a big draw.

Muffit, come back here!
You daggit, come back here!

Starbuck.

What is it?
I'm talking to the great and near-great.

When you come down,
tell me who that is.

- Those three guys.
- They sure have lousy tailors.

- Starbuck, you should know them.
- Why should I know them?

They're wearing
our squadron insignia.

Don't start without me.

Where is the lieutenant going?

- Erm... To find the captain.
- Excellent.

What's going on?

- Stop those guys! Stop 'em!
- What are you?

- What are you doing, Starbuck?
- Something's going on here.

Those three impostors, I just...
Listen, can we talk?

Yeah. Will you excuse us?
The lieutenant needs attention.

I'll take Boxey and get some food.
Where is Boxey?

He's probably watching the acrobats.
They're good.

Don't be long. You don't want
to miss your own coronation.

- What's this about impostors?
- I don't know.

I keep running into guys
who aren't from our unit

but they're wearing our clothes.

That officer in the shuttle.

- You spotted one of them?
- Yeah, maybe.

I think we'd better
check this out.

I suggest that you find
your two friends

and tell them that we're going
to begin with or without them.

Yes, sir.

- Looks deserted.
- Everyone's at the party.

No, three impostors are down here.

How many warriors?

Nearly their
full complement of warriors.

Keep the humans
entertained until the end.

Then they will be yours
in the lower chambers.

This night, we celebrate
a most special event

in the annals
of human experience.

- Starbuck, what'd you find?
- They must be at another level.

- They're inaccessible to humans.
- I wondered about that.

So did I.

I know how to fix that.
Stand back.

You're the gambler,
pick a level.

Let's have a look at what's furthest
from the guest rooms.

Nice...

Mm, you're the leader.

...against any living brother,
whether a former friend or foe...

Muffit!

...remembered in the era
as the dark...

Me and my big mouth.

At least we know the secret of Carillon.
Let's go.

- Wait! You go.
- What are you talking about?

We don't know the connection
between the casino and the mining.

They could be supplying half the fuel
for the Cylon Empire.

We just can't leave it
fully operational.

Our entire population's up on top.
Including women and children.

You warn them. I won't do anything
until you've got away.

What can you do by yourself?

This whole planet
is loaded with Tylium.

If I can ignite it with my laser,
it'll blow apart.

I can't leave you down here.

- You'll never get out alive.
- You don't have a choice.

I had to leave Zac behind.
I can't leave you, too.

You go.
I'll set fire to the Tylium.

- By the time we finish arguing...
- Somebody's coming.

Muffit!

Run, Boxey!

- Is it too late to try talking to them?
- I think so.

Oh, my God!

Some are probably
from our ships

No wonder no one's ever left here
to tell about this resort.

The Ovions
are living off of them...

and selling the Tylium
to the Cylons.

- There's Muffit!
- Boxey!

No!

Muffit! Muffit!

Starbuck!

Let's go! Follow me!

Report, Centurion.

It is done,
Imperious Leader.

Let the attack begin.

By your command,
Imperious Leader.

We're doing fine. Oops.

- There's too many!
- Set fire to the Tylium.

That must be
why you're a captain!

Call out the entire garrison.

Scanner's picking up
a large body of objects.

Scan for alien forms.

This way, this way!

Run, Boxey!

Where you guys been?
We've been looking all over for you.

Come on!

When the fires reach hyper-combustion,
the whole planet's gonna blow!

Oh, frack!

Form scan positive.
Multiple three-passenger vehicles.

Cylon attack craft.

So they spring their trap.

Enemy approaching.
90 microns.

Arm weapons.

...an opportunity
to throw down our arms

and prove once and for all

that peace begets peace
and love begets love.

- And so I...
- Everybody listen to me!

Move quickly and orderly
towards the exits.

- That is an order!
- Stay where you are. I'm in charge here.

Do what he says!
He's in charge.

Here, Muffit!
I'm going to save you.

Enemy closing, 70 microns.

Enemy approaching, 55 microns.

Serina, take Boxey.

I'll be back.
Let's go! Move it out! Take it easy.

Wait!
We can't leave without Muffit.

We can't leave without Muffit!

Better go!

Where are these
landrams coming from?

- I don't know.
- From Commander Adama.

35 microns and closing.

Why are you in combat dress?

We didn't go to the party, sir.
You had to go, though,

or they'd know
they didn't have us all.

Then who were those guys?

Anybody the Commander could find
that could fill a uniform.

Enemy closing, 30 microns.

Recall all warriors from surface.

- Stand by to attack.
- 25 microns and closing.

Take the ladies
to the shutte craft!

What's going on?

- Whole squadron's waiting for orders.
- Yahoo!

15 microns.

Cylon attack force
now closing to killer range.

They'll take you in the shuttle.

- Let's go!
- Bye!

Take care of your mom.

I wish he could be my daddy.

Enemy closing in.
Ten microns.

They are not sending out
interceptors.

We have taken them
completely by surprise.

Closing in, five microns.

Four, three, two, one...

Positive shield, now!

- Starbuck?
- Revved and ready for takeoff.

He's coming right at us.

- Fire in the bay!
- Damage control.

- Your wing ready, Jolly?
- Ready, sir.

- Boomer?
- Ready, Captain.

Let's go.

There's nothing to stop them.

Sir, incoming squadron doesn't
match any known Cylon machines.

Aren't they gonna be surprised?

If we don't stop 'em,
we'll have to live on that rock.

That one's for the Atlantia.

Here's one for Zac.

Father, they're ours. All of them.
But how?

A lot of our boys violated orders
and skipped the party.

- We must discuss discipline.
- Yes, sir.

- Starbuck?
- Yo.

- On your tail!
- No problem.

Felgercarb!

- Boomer, give him a hand.
- On my way.

Don't take too long, Boomer.

Thanks for the assist.

Vector Alpha.
I'm onto three.

Make that two.

- Let's go!
- Press it home.

We got 'em on the run.

Now let's find
that Cylon base ship.

- Nothing on my scanner.
- It must be behind Carillon.

We have to approach this
without being picked up.

We're not going to let it go.

They can follow us until
the reinforcements arrive.

Let's go beneath the scanners.

Warriors requesting permission
to locate and pursue Cylon base ship.

No. We must conserve our resources
if we're to find a home for our people.

Bring the fleet home.

- Get on a Cylon frequency.
- What for?

They can't see us,
but they'll hear us.

Doing what, praying?

No, you'll be
Red and Blue Squadrons,

- I'll be Green and Yellow.
- Red and Blue? Oh, I get it.

Sir, two of our warriors are overdue
and unaccounted for.

- Who?
- It's Captain Apollo, sir.

- Who else?
- And Starbuck.

I see.

Switching frequencies now.

Green Leader to Red.
All ships in attack formation.

Er... Yeah.
Yeah, we're all ready.

Every one of us.

- Speak, Centurion.
- By your command.

Colonial viper squadrons
approaching in large numbers.

Surely our raiders
are close enough to defend us?

Our raiders are still engaged
against the Galactica.

Retreat base ship
behind the protection of Carillon.

Their scanners will not find us.

This is Yellow Leader.
We have contact.

Right.
I've got two more squadrons

requesting to join us -
Purple and Orange Squadrons.

They're dying for a good fight.

Purple and Orange?
Er, negative, Blue Leader.

We've got all the manpower we need
to knock out one base ship.

We're picking up signals
between Purple and Orange Squadrons.

We don't have those squadrons.

Purple and Orange?

Starbuck and Apollo?

Lord help them both.

The warriors continue to advance -
at least six squadrons.

Recall all raiders to defend base ship.

Our raiders are all destroyed.

All destroyed? How?
We took them by surprise.

Apparently it was not as big
a surprise as we had hoped for.

Retreat closer to Carillon,
below their scanners.

There are reports of fires.

- Lower. Or they will destroy us.
- By your command.

Just ahead. There she is.

- Lovely...
- What do we do, ram her?

We are now picking up
warriors on the scanner.

We are too close to the surface.

Telemetry reports surface of Carillon
reaching vapour point.

There are only two ships.
It is a deception.

Open fire
and retreat from the planet.

- Er, Apollo...
- OK, Starbuck, let's go

before the Tylium we set on fire
blows the planet apart!

Negative shield, now.

She's going to explode.

Let's go home.

Some home. A piece of metal
in the middle of nowhere.

It beats just plain nowhere,
at least until we find Earth.

Think we'll ever find it?

We'll find it. Someday.

Let's go in.

Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny,

the last battlestar, Galactica,

leads a ragtag fugitive fleet

on a lonely quest -
a shining planet

known as Earth.

You are Baltar?

As if you don't remember.

My predecessor has left me
with a difficult choice.

Your...

...predecessor?
- Was destroyed by your peers.

A foolish miscalculation
of the will of your people.

l-I-I-I tried to warn him.

I could've helped.
I could've prevented his...

Yes.
I have examined your epistle

suggesting you would be able
to locate the humans.

I can!

Oh, yes.

I think as they do.

l-I-I-I know where they will go,
what they must do.

I find your reasoning logical.

Then...

- I am to be...
- Spared.

- To serve the Empire!
- No.

To serve your people.

To help us extend
the hand of truce.

Truce?

My predecessor was programmed

at a time when our empire
was less capable of tolerance.

Now that we are omnipotent
we can afford to be more charitable.

You will explain
my policy of goodwill.

I have spared you,
I will spare them.

They are...
not likely to be receptive.

I will send with you a base star
entirely under your command.

Lucifer?