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Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

Congratulations on making Captain.
Sorry I wasn't there.

Thank you, sir.

How's your mother?

Getting married.

In the mountains north of here
there's this little stream.

The water is so clear, it's
like looking through glass.

I'm thinking
of building a cabin.

You and Cally have a fight?

You didn't hear us? I figured
we should have sold tickets.

To marriage, why we build bars.

It's not too late
for Baltar to just disappear.

I can't do that.

For all his crimes,
he's one of us.

So what happens next?

We give him his trial.

Colonel Tigh to see
you, Admiral. Enter.

You're up early.

Couldn't sleep, so I thought
I'd make myself useful.

Happy anniversary, Bill.

Hey...

Shh... It's okay.

It's okay.

I don't know. Here.
Just double check it for me.

I think Daddy's
getting good at this.

Daddy's tired
of burning his wrists.

We've got to get ready.
We've got morning watch.

I thought we were spending
the day with Nicky.

Yeah. So did I, until Laskin
and Perry called in sick.

It's okay.

So, you volunteered us
in their place?

We barely get
any time off as it is.

Cal, you know the deck
is short-handed.

The deck has been short-handed
since we got here.

All I know is frakking daycare workers
see more of Nicky than we do.

Yeah, well, until the daycare workers
figure out how to strip a Viper,

this is the way it's gonna be.

Hey, buddy. Come here.

I know, I know, I know. You just
laid down, too, didn't you?

Come here. I got you.

Here you go.
I'll take him to daycare.

What are you doing?

Hey! Forgetting something?

What's on duty schedule?

Nothing sexy. CO2 scrubber's
out near sick bay.

Broken water line
in the galley.

Oh...

Now that most of our Vipers
are out of dry-dock,

Chief's gonna have a look
at the servos in airlock 12.

Could you, please...

Is that it?

Fleet's quiet.

You can use some time for yourself.
I can handle first watch.

I'll be keeping my schedule.

This is just another day.

Just another day?

Maybe I should have married
him instead of you.

I could
have sold tickets to that.

We had some good times.

But more bad.

But you keep
bringing me back, anyway.

Just this one day.

Year after year. Only thing
I can't understand is

why?

Neither do I.

Excuse me, sir.

Put it on the table, Private.

Jaffee, sir.

Would there be
anything else, Admiral?

That will be all, Jaffee.

- It's going to be a long day.
- It always is.

Morning, Chief.

Is Nicky okay? Yeah, he's fine.

First time he didn't cry when
I dropped him off at daycare.

So, Figurski, you gonna at least
pretend to do something today?

Frakking scrubber.

Takes Adama two seconds
to sign off on an order

that's gonna take us
all day to finish.

Oh, it will take you
all day, anyhow.

Seelix. Cally. You're with me.
Airlock 12.

Seelix, can you get the door?
Yep.

This place is a frakking mess.

Yeah. The Cylons
blew the hell out of it.

Nobody's been down here since
damage-control plugged the holes.

Seelix, can you hear me there?
Yeah.

You want to see if you can find the
electrical diagram for the airlock?

Okay. Ooh, I did find
somebody's year-old lunch.

He didn't even cry?

Cal, I told you, Nicky is fine.

Yeah, and anybody could have
dragged a tool bag down here.

It didn't have to be me.

Yeah, well, it had
to be somebody.

You know these gearing systems
better than anybody.

What do you want me to do? Give you
special treatment because you're my wife?

How would that look?
I don't care!

We keep trying to pretend
like nothing's changed,

that our lives are exactly like they
were before we went to New Caprica.

But it is different.

We're married. We have a son.

Yeah, it's just
a little rough patch.

What if rough patches
are all we have left?

We swore we were gonna raise
Nicky ourselves, remember?

Yeah, well.
We swore a lot of things.

The Cylons didn't exactly
cooperate, did they?

You want to give me
those wire cutters?

What the hell?

For frak's sake.

Seelix? What are you doing?
Open the door.

I didn't do anything.

Chief, I'm picking up a
pressure differential in there.

It's nothing drastic.

But you guys
are definitely losing air.

Oh, it doesn't take much.

Once the airflow sensors
detect a big enough leak,

all the inner doors are
designed to drop automatically.

It's just a safety precaution.

I feel safer already.

Wait a second. Are you saying
that the hull's been breached?

Well, "breach" is a bit dramatic,
but the air's going somewhere.

One of these patches must
have cracked when we came in.

Soon as we plug it and restore the
pressure, the door should open.

Then we can pull the work orders on
whoever made these frakking welds

and kick their asses.

Yeah, well, the most important
thing is to keep breathing,

so let's just find the leak.

Ah...

This is it, right here.
This one.

Leeson takes first watch.

Leeson takes first watch.

Kinsey checks the roster.
Kinsey checks the roster.

Jaffee brings me coffee.

Jaffee brings me coffee.

Are you still doing that?
The memory exercises?

Do you really think they expect
you to know all of their names?

You never change, do you?

One of the joys
of being long dead, I suppose.

Now, hurry. You're going
to be late meeting Laura.

Maybe she's got a thing for bad boys.
She wouldn't be the first.

She's the President
of the Twelve Colonies.

Oh. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Of course.

Since you've created one
God-like facade for yourself,

why not invent
another one for her?

It's another excuse
to keep your distance.

Admiral.

Madam President.

How are you? Very good.

I'm sorry. I'm sure this all could
have been done over the wireless,

but very frankly, I was going a
little stir crazy on Colonial One

and I had to get out.

Deep space pilots
used to call it OBE.

What's "OBE"?
"Overcome by events."

And you're always
welcome here. You know that.

Well, you may not feel that
way after you finish this.

Tory actually drew up
an agenda.

Baltar again.

Mmm.

Can't we just give him
back to the Cylons?

You know how much I love that idea.
Unfortunately,

given what little I was able
to glean from the Caprica Six,

I don't think the Cylons would
take him back, so we're stuck.

Fine. Then try the son of a
bitch and be done with it.

We have to give him a trial,
but under what law?

Caprican? Picon? Tauron?

Do we give him a jury trial?
Do we set up a tribunal?

We don't even have anything closely
resembling a comprehensive law library.

And this fleet is not exactly
brimming with legal talent.

You bring lawyers into this, they're
gonna drag you around for months.

Wasn't your father
an attorney on Caprica?

Yes. And I told you that I didn't
get along with him very well.

Oh, right. Okay.

I'm ready to set up an organizing
committee, but frankly,

trying to get a room full of legal scholars
to stay on task is like herding cats,

and so I need to set up
a chairman of this committee,

somebody who can make
a hard decision

and who won't get seduced and
bogged down by all the legalese.

Do you have a candidate?
As a matter of fact, I do.

I was thinking Lee.

Like grandfather, like grandson, perhaps.
What do you think?

I'm not gonna say he's
incapable of handling it,

but he's never shown
any type of interest in law.

I know, but here's the thing.

We can use the lawyers
to parse the law,

but we really need people who
actually know the difference

between right and wrong.
That's Lee.

I'll talk to him. Good.

Also, Admiral?

I was wondering if you mind if I stayed
on your ship for the rest of the day.

Please. By all means.

This is very difficult
for me to say, but

I'm going to go to the gym-

Prepare yourself.

On its best days, it smells
like the inside of a shoe.

See if there's
another patch in there.

I want to double up on this
one and make sure it holds.

Come on, Cal. Faster is better.
The sooner we do this,

the sooner we can get out of here.
I heard you the first time.

You're getting
better at ignoring all of that.

That sudden hush,
those sidelong glances.

That really used to get to you.

Don't ever recall being able
to intimidate you.

That's right.

But I knew you long before
you were the Admiral.

Back when you were just Bill.

My husband who wasn't there.
The father who left.

Just Bill.

Who is Bill Adama, anyway?
Still a good question.

I wonder if I'll get an answer.

Forty-nine days
without a sighting.

Maybe we finally
scared the toasters off.

Oh, yeah, Narcho. Your crap flying has
put the fear of the Gods in them.

What's up, buddy?

What's the matter with you?

Sorry. I've got
the weirdest rash.

Really?

Hope she was worth it, buddy.

Ten-hut.

At ease.

Before we get started,
I want a show of hands.

How many of you boneheads
know how to count?

Because I keep hearing numbers being
thrown around the hangar deck.

Forty-seven, then 48,

now 49 days since
our last enemy contact.

Now, I realize that any higher math
is probably beyond most of you.

So, I'm going to make this
real simple for you.

One is the only number
you need to remember.

Because all it takes is for one
pilot to let his guard down,

one ECO to miss
a dradis contact,

and suddenly,
the Cylons are on top of us.

That's when people die.

He's like both of us.

Proud, stubborn and angry.

But he's coming into his own,
especially in the last few months.

CAROLANNE.' Don't fell me.

Tell him. He knows.

He knows what?

That the Admiral's going to give
him a good performance review?

Or that his father loves him?

Don't tell me the Admiral's
facade extends to Lee, too.

Formation flying,

deflection shooting, tactics,

doing touch-and-goes, until every
last one of you hits an OK3.

Red and blue sections will go first.
Yellow and green will follow.

Skids up in 10 minutes.
Dismissed!

Starbuck, if you've got a problem,
I don't want to hear about it.

Mmm!

My only problem is that you didn't
preach that sermon a week ago.

You might want to find
some new material, though.

The old man's been using that "one
fatal mistake" line since we got here.

Well, if you're gonna steal,
steal from the best.

Sir.

Pretty tough on them today.

Well, a kick in the butt
is worth a thousand words.

Gods know you kicked
mine enough.

Everything okay?

Yeah, it's been one
of those mornings.

The President wants to take the
fast track on Baltar's trial.

She's looking for someone to take
charge of the preliminaries,

help cobble together
the legal framework.

She wants me to assign you.

You're kidding.

Interested?

More surprised.

Did she say why
she asked for me?

Well, she's gonna need
someone that she can trust.

You definitely fit that.

I remember when you were younger, you'd
go visit your grandfather's house.

You were fascinated with his
papers and his law books.

And there was me,
thinking I was being sly,

sneaking off into his office
all by myself.

You know, I guess it's a pipe dream
now, but for five minutes there,

I really did consider "lawyer"

as one of the dozen careers that I could
go into before I joined the service.

Hmm.

I never knew that.

Well, it was probably during one
of my "angry at Dad" phases.

Anyway, it's impossible.

Even if I wanted to help out,
there's no way.

CAG's duty's already 24/7,
even on a light week.

Yeah. I assumed that.

Major? We're ready for you.

Excuse me.

Yeah, well,
one's gonna have to do.

Seelix? Check the pressure.
If that patch holds,

we're gonna equalize in a few minutes.
This door's gonna open.

Okay-

Oh, my Gods.

How are they doing?
Still alive.

This is a Condition 3 alert.
Full breach on Deck 14.

Chief.

Admiral?

I seem to have turned this
into a full-blown fubar.

You'd be doing us a hell of a
favor to get those doors open.

We gotta get them out of there.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

The airlock is designed to lock down if
the pressure decreases unexpectedly.

So, as soon as that patch...
I know the system.

We have redundancies,
we have backups...

The manual override is down.

There is no way of getting
those inner doors to open.

The thing must have taken heavy
damage on the way out of New Caprica.

Whole ship's taken a pounding.

We need six weeks in dry-dock
just to hammer out the dings,

let alone tackle
the structural damage.

How much time do they have?

From a leak that size, they'll be out
of air in half an hour, maybe less.

Those are blast doors. It would take
at least an hour to out through them.

Why don't we put explosives
in the observation booth?

Blow the glass,
pull them out...

No, that glass is strong enough
to withstand a tylium explosion.

Anything strong enough
to take out the glass

will take out Tyrol and Cally
at the same time.

I need a rescue plan,

not excuses.

Seven seconds.

And another 10 to re-pressurize, since
we'll be doing this in open space.

That's pushing it.

All right, this might
be a stupid question,

but has anyone ever tried
a rescue like this before?

No one has ever
been crazy enough.

Doesn't matter. We're out of time.
Prep for launch.

We've only got 18 minutes left.

All right, let's go. We're on.

Galen.

Airlock's still jammed, Chief.

Overrides are not responding.

Guess we're kind of
running out of options.

I'm gonna take you out
through the front door.

You're going to put
a ship out there,

rig up some kind
of docking collar?

You'll be out of air in a few minutes.
There's no time for a collar.

Sir, if you're talking about an
EVA, we don't have pressure suits.

We don't have a choice.

Athena's going to position her
Raptor in front of the airlock,

hatch open.

I'm gonna blow the bolts
right off of that door.

And when it opens up, you're
gonna have to jump for it.

Now, listen to me, both of you.

You can do this.

People have been able to live up to a
minute in exposure without a suit.

Admiral, I don't know.

We'll talk later. Get ready.

Athena, Galactica,
you have priority clearance.

All other traffic
is being waved away.

Wait.

What about Nicky?

Admiral's right.
We have to prep.

I'll move everything away
from here to the door.

Galen?

We both know what happens
to kids in the fleet

when their parents
aren't there for them.

Apollo and Dee.
They'll take care of him.

No. No pilots.

He's not going
through this twice.

Sir?

There's a civilian family.

Mother's name is Susan Stettler.
She has a little girl.

If anything happens to us...
I'll see to it.

I was being selfish.
I wanted you with me.

Like old times.

I didn't think about Nick.

I'm sorry.

Admiral's gonna get us
out of here, okay?

We're gonna take care of Nicky.

More than a few seconds out there,
and we're talking severe exposure.

Decompression sickness. At
the very least, hypothermia.

They could freeze to death.

Make sure Cottle's got his
hyperbaric chamber ready.

I'm sorry.

Galactica, Apollo. Bringing
Raptor into position at B1-12.

Put your mask on.

All right, listen up. We
don't have time to hang back

until the airlock doors blow.

So we're liable to experience some
turbulence from the residual oxygen,

maybe even some shrapnel hits.

Athena, you're going to have
to be ready to compensate.

I'm on it, Major.

I'll hold position until
Chief and Cally are secured.

Let's just get this done.

Galactica, Apollo.
Raptor door is open.

We're standing by.
Ready to execute.

Chief, Cally,

Raptor's in position.
We've got to go now.

Get ready to blow
the hatch on my mark.

Okay. No matter what,
you hold on to me.

And don't let go. Okay.

Three...

Two...

One. Do it.

Watch out!
Bank right! Bank right!

We're in position!

Pull up your nose! Pull up!

Got it! Hold it right there!

Galactica, Apollo. Raptor
is secured and pressurized.

They are in rough shape.

We've got to get them
to sick bay right away.

Come in.

So, any word
on Chief and Cally?

They're alive, but Doc Cottle is
still evaluating their condition.

So, are you going to tell me
what's going on with you?

It's this day.

My Gods,
your wedding anniversary.

I had totally forgotten.

Probably seems foolish, especially
the way it all ended up, but...

Still...

it still means something to me.

We've never talked about it.

The divorce.

Your mother.

It was a bad time
for all of us.

Your mother gave you and your
brother a home, stability.

Dad, I know you want
to believe that, but...

You know what? Forget it.
It was a long time ago.

You have something to say,
Son, just say it.

Dad, we had four walls.

But stability?

My Gods, you know what Mom was like.
I mean, the mood swings...

It's why you left her.

We had problems, but...

She cared deeply for you and your brother.
Things changed after you left.

And, I mean, there were times
when she lost control.

Don't listen to him, Bill.

She would try and apologize.

She would promise that she
would make things better.

But then she would
just start drinking.

And then all of her good
intentions would just go flying

out the frakking window.

Is it true?

I can't believe
you'd even ask me that!

Damn it. Is it true?

And then, one day, finally,
the apologies even stopped.

That's enough.

You walked out on me!

You walked out on me!

The brilliant commander, who could
lead all of his men into combat,

but he couldn't find a way
to live with his own family!

We never lived anywhere
for more than six months!

Just following you around
from one base to another!

Waiting for you to come home!

But you weren't here
for any of us!

It was always whatever was
easiest for the great Adama!

They needed you.
They were our children.

They needed a father.

All through
your glorious career,

you have prided yourself
on being a leader of men,

judging people,

always making the hard call.

But when it came to the biggest
decision of your life,

Oh, Bill, you blew it.

We were wrong for each other from day
one, but you just couldn't accept that.

That's it. That's why you
keep calling me back.

Because if you had
made that mistake,

it would just call into question
all of your other decisions.

She was still your mother, Lee.

I loved her.

I believe you.

I just don't think
she ever loved you.

He's right over here.

Hey.

I dropped by daycare.

Somebody wanted to see you.

Who's that? Hey, little man.

How is she doing? Doc
Cottle says she'll be okay,

but it's gonna be a while
before she's 100 percent.

Yeah?

Yeah, I'm fine.
I know. Come here.

I've got you.

You want to go see Mommy?
Want to go see Mommy?

Hey. Yeah. Let's go see Mommy.
Come on.

She's over here. Yeah.

Cal.

Cal.

Sweetie? Look who's here.

Look who's here.

Seelix.

I don't know how we will manage

to find a balance, you and me.

We will take care of Nick.

Okay? I love you.

Look. That's Mommy's hand.

There.

There.

Hey-Hey-

How are you?

Good.

So, what's this?
It was here when I got in.

It's from your father.

Is it ticking?
He left you a note.

Caprican Criminal Codes.

These were my grandfather's
law books.

Your dad must have had these
in storage all this time.

Why is he giving them
to you now?

"For that day
when we all have the time."

I'm glad you stopped by.
I have something for you.

This was given to me by one of the
colonists down on New Caprica.

And I forgot about it and Tory
found it in a pile of old clothes.

Blood Runs At Midnight.

Don't let the title fool you.
It's a pretty good mystery.

I think you'll like it.

And it's not a loan.
It's a gift.

Do you ever think about the
times much on New Caprica?

I try to think about the good times.
Yes, I do.

One in particular
stands out in my mind.

You were wearing
a really bright red dress.

Said you wanted
to build a cabin.

It was Baltar's
groundbreaking ceremony.

I got a little
silly that night.

Do you ever wonder what would have
happened if the Cylons hadn't come back?

Well, I think, given Baltar and the
terrain, we couldn't have made a go of it.

What about you? Do you think you
would have stayed on Galactica,

or do you think
you would have settled?

It's pretty hypothetical,
isn't it?

It is, until it isn't.

Did I just say that?

It was worth just
seeing you laugh like that.

We've been at war for so long, sometimes
we forget what we're fighting for.

To raise our kids in peace.

Enjoy one another's company.
Live life as people again.

Like that night on New Caprica.

That's really what we are talking
about here now, isn't it?

That, and other times.

So, if the Cylons
hadn't come back...

But they did.

We have certain
responsibilities.

Yes, we do, sir, and...

I will be back in a few days.

And if you'd like, we can
talk more about that night.

Bill?

The answer is yes.

I absolutely would
have built the cabin.

Go ahead.

Put it away, like you have
after every anniversary.

Promise me you won't
take it out again.

Be easier to hate you.

But that would be
a lie, Carolanne.

And there's been enough of
that through our lives.

We had something, didn't we?

Yeah. We had something.

See you next year.