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[ Man's Voice ]
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 great
architects of the great pyramids...

or the lost civilizations
of Lemuria...

or Atlantis.

Some believe that there may yet
be brothers of man...

who even now fight
to survive,

far, far away
amongst the stars.

Noble delegates,

I realize you are all anxious
to get 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.

[ All ]
Peace.

Starbuck, he's comin'.
What are you gonna say?

Zac, now just calm down.
Why are you so nervous?

- He still thinks of me as his little brother.
- Well, you're acting like one.

- It's just a routine patrol. Why is it so important to you?
- 'Cause it is.

Look, I'm a warrior. I earned that.
I wanna prove that to him.

I know, Zac, but this
may not be the best time.

Well, it's a peace envoy.
What possible trouble could there be?

- Well, that's not the point.
- Starbuck, you promised.

- I know.
- Starbuck, what are you doin'? We're goin' on patrol.

- Uh, uh, w--
- He can't make it.

- Starbuck's not feeling well.
- Oh?

Yeah, uh-- Well, it's, um--
I don't--

Well, that's, uh,
kinda short notice.

I mean, with everybody
not wanting to go on this patrol--

everybody wants to celebrate
the armistice, uh--

I wonder who I'm gonna
be able to find.

- Uh--
- Yes, uh, Zac. You have a suggestion?

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

My ship's ready to go.

Well, that's lucky.
Isn't it, Starbuck?

Yeah, that's a real
stroke of luck.

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

Wow!

[ Laughing ]

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

Listen, uh, maybe
I ought to go along.

No, he's gonna be just fine. I mean,
it's not as if we're at war, right?

- See ya later.
- Okay.

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

Section 12, launch bay alpha.
Stand by to launch fighter probe.

Acknowledge input.
Recorded and functioning.

[ Woman ] Vector coordinates
coded and transferred.

- Acknowledge.
- Acknowledge. Ready to launch.

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

- You forget how different it is out here.
- [ Apollo ] This is nothing.

When the war is officially over, we may be
able to get back to deep star exploration.

That's the challenge, Zac. Let's roll
over and take a look at the 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.

[ Chuckling ]

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

What awaits us out there
is what troubles me.

Oh, 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
fiber 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
just above the old moon Cimtar.

Could be a storm. The fleet
will be coming right through it.

You hold positions and cover me
while I take a look.

I'm kicking in my turbos.

- [ Apollo ] Well, look at that.
- [ Zac ] What is it?

Tell ya in a flash.

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

I have a funny feeling
about this.

Well, we came to look.

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

I wonder what she's doin'.

[ Beeping ]

I can't read anything inside.
She's jamming us.

-[ Zac ] Warbook says she's a freighter.
-My foot.

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?

[ Apollo ]
I'll explain later.

Colonial Viper in quadrant.
Intercepting.

I see what you mean.

It's an ambush, and they've got enough
firepower to destroy the entire fleet.

They're jamming transmission. We're not
gonna make it giving them our backs.

- How many of 'em can you make out?
- Four.

When I hit three, you hit reverse
thrusters and maximum breaking flaps.

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

Turbos firm forward thrust now.

Right here, you creeps!

Not bad,
little brother.

Okay. You go after the guys
on the right.

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

Zac, look out behind you!

- I can't lose him! 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 okay, little brother.
We got all of 'em.

No way those guys can outfight us
without a ten-to-one margin.

Apollo...
better look at your scanner.

No, but a thousand to one--
that's not fair.

- What's it mean?
- It means there isn't going to be any peace.

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

Do it. I'm short an engine. You know
I won't be able to keep up with ya.

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

I'm puttin' my foot in that turbo.
I'll make it back ahead of 'em.

Now go on. You gotta warn the fleet.
I'll be all right.

You can fly with me anytime,
little brother.

Good luck.

Galactica control, this is
Commander Adama returning from Atlantia.

- Request permission to land.
- [ Woman ] Permission granted.

Something's wrong.

- What is it?
- I don't know. They just put the ship on alert.

[ Woman ] Atlantia, this is Galactica
core control. Request assistance--

Colonel,
what's been happening?

Our patrol ran into trouble. We picked
up some signals, but they're being jammed.

Could be smugglers
or pirates or--

- [ Woman ] Standing by.
- Get me the president, please.

[ Adama ] Mr. President,
our patrol is under attack.

We don't know by whom.

As a precautionary measure, I would
like to launch intercept fighters.

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

You're quite right, Baltar.

Commander, as a precautionary measure,
I insist upon restraint.

If this turns out to be an encounter
with some outlaw traffic,

we could jeopardize
the whole cause of peace...

by displaying fighters when we
are so close to our rendezvous.

Mr. President, two of my starfighters
are under armed attack.

By forces unknown.

You are not to launch until
the situation is more clear.

Sir, may I at least urge you
to bring the fleet to a state of 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 what?
- The patrol is under the command of Captain Apollo.

Well, if I can't have confidence
in my firstborn son,

whom can I depend upon?

Commander,
Zac is with him.

It's his first patrol.

Thank you.

[ Engine Sputtering ]

- [ Engine Continues Sputtering ]
- Come on, baby. Give me all you got.

Still no word
from our fighters, sir.

Their transmission is being deliberately
jammed. If we don't launch--

We cannot launch.
It's been expressly forbidden.

However,

this might be a very good time
for battle stations drill.

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

You may never see
another one, fellas.

- A perfect pyramid.
- [ Whistling, Chattering ]

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

[ Chattering, Laughing ]

- [ Alarm Sounds ]
- Unfortunately, we'll have to finish later!

- [ Man ] Another time.
- No! Wait! Wait!

Wait! Wait! Hey, wait a minute!
Wait! Wait! Wait!

- [ Starbuck ] Hey, come back!
- Duty calls.

[ Alarm, Chattering Continue ]

[ Man ] Oh, come on!
Come on! Come on!

Sir, our long-range scanner...

shows a large number of ships
headed this way at high speed.

A single patrol craft
is approaching, Commander.

Get that pilot here as soon as he lands.
Get me the president.

- What's goin' on?
- Nothing to worry about.

Probably some kind of aerial salute for
the president while he signs the armistice.

It sure ruined
a good card game.

- Commander?
- Mr. President.

A wall of unidentified craft
is closing in on the fleet.

Possibly a Cylon
welcoming committee.

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

Mr. President, there remain many
hostile feelings amongst our warriors.

The likelihood
of an unfortunate incident...

with all those pilots
in the sky at once?

Commander?

Sir, did Count Baltar suggest that our
forces sit here totally defenseless?

My friend,
we are on a peace mission--

the first peace man has known
in a thousand years.

[ Engine Sputtering ]

Stand by to attack.

Come on, baby.
Not much farther.

Blue Flag 2 in trouble.
Request emergency approach.

- Mr. President--
- Commander,

one of our patrol ships is under attack
from main force approaching the fleet.

Mr. President, your welcoming committee
is firing at our patrol.

Baltar.

Baltar?

[ Sighs ]
We made it.

[ Zac ] Patrol to fleet!
Patrol to fleet! I need help!

What was that?

That was my son,
Mr. President.

[ Crying ]
No. Oh, my God.

Positive shield now.
Launch fighters.

- All batteries commence fire.
- [ Man ] All fire control stations...

manned and operational.

[ Woman ]
Launch all remaining Vipers.

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

- Were the other ships able to launch their fighters?
- Negative, sir.

- [ Laser Fire ]
- Lord help us.

[ Man ] Engineering reports
laser hits on starboard 8-8-7.

Cylons. It was an ambush.
I had to leave Zac.

- He's disabled. I'd like to go back and lead him in.
- That won't be possible.

I didn't know what else to do. If I
don't go back, he doesn't stand a chance!

Atlantia to all battlestars, we are
under attack. Repeat, under attack.

- Zac?
- His ship was destroyed just short of the fleet.

Transferring target scanners
to deck seven.

Battlestar Atlantia
losing speed.

[ Man ] Must renew speed three points
to maintain position with Atlantia.

Hey, heads up, Boomer.
There's a pair on your tail.

Pull up, Boomer.
I'll try to get him off!

Nice shootin'!

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

- No base ships.
- You must be mistaken, Captain.

Fighters couldn't function
this far from Cylon without base ships.

- 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.

It's my guess the Cylons used it
to refuel for the attack...

after flying to that point
from wherever their base ships are.

Why operate this far from Cylon without
base ships when it isn't necessary?

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

Unless it was necessary...

for them to be
somewhere else.

Get me the president!

Hey, Starbuck,
it's dangerous around here.

Mr. President, I request
permission to leave the fleet.

I have reason to suspect our
home planets may face imminent attack.

- [ Woman ] Atlantia to all battlestars.
- Maintain contact.

Fire's out of control.
Request Vipers.

[ Sobbing ] How could I
have been so completely wrong?

I have led the entire
human race to ruin.

Mr. President.

[ Screaming ]

Group three,
vectors 1-7 and 2-8.

Arm and attack Atlantia.

[ Screaming ]

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

Atlantia death squadron,
attack!

[ Man Chattering ]

- Negative field now.
- [ Woman ] Emergency power to guns eight through twelve.

- [ Woman ] My God, the ship--
- [ Man ] Get back to your post now.

Oh, my God.

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

at grid 0-3-5,

1-2-6 and 2-5-8.

That puts them well within
striking range...

of the planets Virgon,
Sagittara and--

Yes, and Caprica.

By your command.

Speak, Centurian.

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.
- [ Woman ] Request shuttles too.

[ Laser Fire ]

Commander,
the long-range scanner...

picks up wave after wave of small ships
headed towards all inner planets.

[ Chattering ]

[ Man ]
Let's get out of here!

- Get out! Come on!
- [ Chattering Continues ]

Boxey!

[ Screaming ]

Look out! Boxey!

[ Screams ]

[ Screaming,
Chattering Continue ]

Please, miss. The building's gonna
topple! Everybody, run for cover!

Run! Run! Hurry!
Find cover! Get out of here!

Stay down here!

Down! Down!

[ Barking ]

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

[ Yelps ]

It's gonna be all right.

[ TV Reporter ] Reaching on a broad
front from the lakes to the peninsula.

Thirty-one cities are known
to be under heavy attack.

- [ Continues, Indistinct ]
- [ Man ] I'm dying here!

People running on fire!

I can't tell you what it's like.
I'm all alone here.

- I can't reach anyone.
- ...reports devastation throughout the mainland.

Call X-B-31-91.

[ Man ] This is the most terrible thing
I've ever witnessed.

[ Man ] Red one-three-niner,
we're on fire!

Emergency!
Fire in red 1-3.

[ Woman ] There are hundreds of fires.
A sea of fire.

The water supply is cut off.
There is no water!

I'm told the death toll
is in the hundreds--

[ Man ] No, sir, I cannot!
My orders are to cover the relay.

[ Woman ]
The central area is under attack.

A second wave is coming in!
We have no defenses!

Is anyone on this channel?

Is this channel operative?
Do any of these channels work?

- [ Crying ]
- [ TV Reporters Continue, Indistinct ]

Oh, Zac!
And all the others!

They trusted us to protect them,
and we-- Oh!

There really wasn't
any choice.

Commander, Cylon base ships
on long-range scanner...

launching
to all outer planets.

No hope, Commander.

What about Sagittara?

Planet's in flames,
Commander.

Have my shuttle craft
prepared, please.

Shuttle craft?

I'm going down
on the surface of Caprica.

That is out of the question. If
the Cylon scanners should 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 surviving member of the council.

If we should run into a Cylon attack
ship, at least you'll have a chance.

I insist on that,
Commander.

Very well.

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

Ships are coming in
on both decks, sir.

[ Tigh ]
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.

We read you, Red Leader.
How can we assist you?

I'm battle-damaged. Power control
circuits shot away in my landing gear.

I'm on the line, Starbuck.
What's your condition?

This is no time
for trainees, Athena.

I'm in trouble.
I mean, I'm in real trouble.

You will be if you keep
talking like that.

- [ Athena ] How's your fuel?
- Dry.

All right.
Run the check with me.

Alpha circuit. Close and alternate
to left servo circuit.

Alpha circuit closed.
Alternating to left servo circuit.

No response.
My throttles are still full open.

[ Keyboard Clicking ]

Omega C circuit. Close and alternate
to servo support circuit.

Alternating
to servo support circuit.

Does not respond.

Bring him in full throttle with shutdown
at the outer marker. There's no choice.

I heard him.

Get everyone out of the way.
I'm comin' in hot!

[ Man ]
You're cleared to land.

Roger. I hope you guys aren't
countin' off for neatness.

He'll be coming in
like a missile.

Stay back!
He could lose it!

I told you to stay back!

- [ Athena ] Starbuck!
- [ Man ] Get out fast! The ship might blow any minute!

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

Here.
Give it a good wash, fellas.

Get under that wing.
Blow that out! Get that fire there!

What are you saying
about my father?

- Do you realize what we've just been through?
- Oh, yeah?

You should have seen
how we spent our day.

I managed to single-handedly keep the Cylons
off your neck while you took a little cruise!

- Don't you realize what's happened?
- Oh, yeah. Sure.

You should see this baby from the air
when it takes off across the sky.

It's a 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, lla.

I was never there
when it mattered.

Never.

- [ Chattering ]
- [ Man ] Wait a minute.

- [ Chattering Continues ]
- [ Man ] This way.

- [ Man ] There must be food somewhere.
- [ Man ] I'm hungry.

[ Apollo ]
Father?

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

I was just g-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.

[ Chattering Continues ]

Where were they?

[ All ]
Yeah!

Where were they? Where were the rest
of you fancy flyers?

Where were you when they killed the rest
of us? What were you doin', boy?

Wait! 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 survives?

Yes.

What of the president
and the Council of 12...

and all the other colonies?

[ Adama ]
All destroyed.

- Commander Adama.
- Yes, Serina.

It's true then.
We are defeated, doomed.

Can I ride
in your ship, sir?

Fighter planes
are no place for little boys.

They're going to have to be
if our people are 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.

Let the word go forth 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.

[ Adama ] And the word went forth
to every outpost of human existence.

And they came--
the Aires, the Gemins,

the Virgos, the Scorpios,

the Piceans
and the Sagittarians.

In all, 220 ships,

representing every colony,
color and creed in the star system.

[ Adama ] The human race
might have one more chance,

but first it would have to survive
the alliance, the elements...

and the unknown dark and sinister
threats that would lie ahead.

Their destruction is complete.

[ Centurian ] Our forces have taken
prisoners near the spacedrome.

They tell of survivors
who escaped in ships.

What ships?

Hmph!
How far can they go?

If a handful of survivors
did indeed escape,

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

The information
is not complete.

It is offered
in exchange for life.

And what is the standing order
for humans from your imperious leader?

Extermination.

Then carry out your orders,
and if they exist,

they're doomed.

[ Adama ] 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 civilization,

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.

[ Serina ]
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!
- [ All Murmuring ]

Flight Leader 17
by your command.

Report, Centurian,
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?
- A battlestar called Galactica.

Then go and seek out Baltar.
Tell him I am displeased.

Tell him
I offer a choice.

Deliver
the battlestar Galactica,

or deliver his head.

[ Starbuck ] This is Alpha shuttle
approaching freighter Gemini...

for fleet damage
and supply survey.

Please prepare to receive.

It isn't the worst duty in the fleet,
asking a lot of questions.

I hear they're sending some poor guys
from Beta section...

crawling around on the outside of
an old skybus looking for a solium leak.

Wonder how they missed us
for that detail.

- [ Starbuck ] Excuse me, but--
- Shh!

Would you mind telling us
what you're looking for?

Solium leaks!

- Bye!
- Halt!

Apollo--

Captain, that stuff
is dangerous.

These old ships
shouldn't even be flying.

There really wasn't
much choice, was there?

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

Now, unless you're willing to volunteer
permanent assignment on this tub,

you'll help survey each and every ship
in this fleet for damage,

or I just might be tempted
to loan you guys out to Beta company.

Just keep it up, old buddy.
You're gonna get us into real trouble.

Ten thousand light-years
from nowhere,

our planet's shot to pieces, people
starving, and I'm gonna get us in trouble?

- Look, all I'm saying--
- What is the matter with you?

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

[ People Groaning,
Murmuring ]

- [ Coughing ]
- [ Murmuring, Groaning Continue ]

[ Woman ]
What's going on?

[ Man ]
We want some food.

- [ Coughing Continues ]
- [ Woman Sobbing ]

Apollo.

Yeah. I see it.

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

- Just be patient.
- But we haven't had water in two days.

- We will have food and water to you as soon as possible.
- But what's happening?

Just give us a little water!
Can't you bring us some water?

We just need
a little bit of water!

[ Man ]
Where's the food?

Why haven't we seen or heard
from anybody in two days?

Please tell us
what's going on.

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

Just be patient.
Your needs will be attended to.

Just be glad you're alive.

[ Speaking Gemonese ]

[ Starbuck ]
What's she saying?

It's Gemonese.
Boomer can translate.

Boomer's tied up.
Anyone here can help?

Does anyone here
understand Gemonese?

-The woman said her husband is feverish.
-What's wrong with your arm?

There are others
with 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.

It's a sin
to starve us...

while the bureauticians luxuriate
in their private sanctuaries.

- No one is in luxury, I can 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 bories of humanity.

Come here.

Core Control
is aware of the problem.

Then I can tell them
food and water is on the way?

- They are 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.

[ Woman Shouts ]
Your word as a warrior?

[ Laughing ]

[ Apollo ]
I can't fault them for resenting us.

They lost everything.
They have to blame someone.

Core Command,
this is Alpha shuttle...

requesting clarification
and food dispersal.

Core Command, no information
available at this time.

What are you talking about? I just
left a ship filled with starving people.

What's going on?

I'm sorry,
Shuttle Alpha.

Core Command has no information
available at this time.

[ Beeping ]

Commander,
this is Colonel Tigh.

It's starting.

- [ Man Groaning, Shouting ]
- Something's wrong.

What'd they tell you
when you called in the food shortage?

Same thing they told you:
vague acknowledgement of the problem.

[ Sighs ]

[ Groaning,
Shouting Continue ]

Boomer, I'm getting
an awful uneasy feeling.

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

- [ Groaning Continues ]
- It's all right.

My name is Cassiopea.

Cassiopea.

- [ Beeping ]
- It's beautiful.

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

I think so.

And designation?

I'm designated
a Socialator.

It's an honorable
profession,

practiced with the blessings
of the elders for over 4,000 years.

I didn't say anything.

I was just curious about what all that
excitement was about back 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 priests...

during high worship
of the sun storm,

which comes once
only every seven years.

No wonder those little buggers
are such good card players.

Core Command,
this is Alpha Shuttle.

Changing course to rendezvous
starliner Rising Star.

Shuttle will proceed on to Galactica
with patients for life station.

Hey, what are you up to?
I-If you don't mind my asking, sir.

I want to see what's at the bottom
of this conspiracy of silence.

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

Prepare to receive.

Contaminated?

Weren't the provisions checked
before they were boarded?

[ Jolly ]
For radiation, yes.

There wasn't time to check
for pluton poisoning.

Pluton breaks down
the structure of food.

- All of this is worthless?
- We don't know that yet.

Jolly, go through
every container.

Chances are some of it was shielded
enough from the bombs to be saved.

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

Salvage anything you can.
Even small scraps will help.

And what do we do
with the rest of it?

Jettison it.

Keep a lid
on the problem.

People find out we haven't any food,
we're gonna have a mutiny on our hands.

We're going up
to the second level.

- [ Beeps ]
- Captain!

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

I wonder if I might
borrow you for a moment.

- We're on an important survey for the commander right now.
- It won't take very long.

Boomer,
go up to elite class,

see if there's anything goin' on
we should be concerned about.

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 a little daggit
which meant everything to him.

I thought you might
be able to help.

If he won't eat for you,
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
you were good with children.

I grew up with a kid brother.
Where is he?

- There.
- Oh.

[ People Murmuring,
Groaning ]

Excuse me.

I'm in charge of finding young men
to try out as future fighter pilots.

- Your name is?
- Boxey.

Boxey.
Okay.

[ Beeping ]

Just what I thought.
You're right at the top of my list.

I've been looking for you. You should
have made contact with the commander.

- We're very short on fighter pilots.
- I'm too little to be a pilot.

Oh, sure, right now,

but how long do you think it takes
to become a full colonial warrior?

I don't know.

You have to start
when you're very small,

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

- You like them?
- I want Muffit.

Well, there's not much room
for a daggit in a fighter plane.

He's gone.
He ran away.

Oh.

Well, um,

well, maybe we can find
one of Muffit's friends.

I asked.
There are no daggits.

Well,
I'll tell you what.

As a colonial warrior,
first level,

you are entitled to the first daggit
that comes along.

But only on the condition
that you get your rest,

close your eyes,

eat all your primaries--

Shh.

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, I--

- If you'd rather not be involved, I--
- Hey, 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.

- Genestress is a private accommodation...
- ...just once to step aside--

secured by Sire Uri
and his party.

I'm being paid
by Transtellar--

Now...

Hey, what's goin' on,
Boomer?

Oh, oh, nothing.

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

- [ Beeps ]
- Thank you.

[ Guests Laughing,
Chattering ]

[ Whispers ]
Thank you.

I trust you have an explanation
for this intrusion.

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

[ Chuckles ]
I'm glad you know my name.

At least you'll know
from where the blade fell.

I'm gonna give you about a micron
to join me on my shuttle.

After that, I'll just turn the six
levels of starving passengers loose...

and let you take
your chances with them.

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

In case it eluded you,
Counselor,

some hundred people have died
since our deliverance from the Cylons,

and while hunger
hasn't yet taken a life,

it's only
a matter of time now.

Boomer, notify Core Command
that we have located some stores...

which we will distribute
as far as they go.

No, it's mine.

It belongs to me
and my guests.

Does your wife share your feelings
about denying your 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.

I'm sure she'd be moved
by your period of mourning.

Boomer, have Jolly come up here with a crew
and distribute this food throughout the ship.

Without being critical,
Captain,

wouldn't you say
you overplayed our hand just a tad,

considering Sire Uri is a member
of the newly elected Council of the 12?

How do you overplay
starvation?

How's it feel?

[ Cassiopea ] It feels like
it's never even been broken.

The bone's
been fused whole.

It's stronger than before.

It's wonderful.

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Groaning ]

Look!
Look!

Look.
Look at my arm!

[ Laughs ]

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

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

Oh, I dread
returning to that ship.

Look, uh, 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, uh, can we forget my
little jokes back on the shuttle, huh?

Look, I--
I just want to help you.

Really.

It was nothing personal.

- Nothing personal?
- No.

- Absolutely nothing.
- Really?

I swear.

[ Laughs ]
Okay. Okay.

But I think you're
making a terrible deal.

[ Laughing ]

The long range patrol's
reporting in.

Alta tech scanners show
no sign of Cylon pursuit.

All vectors
looking good.

- Commander.
- Yes, I heard.

That's, uh, good news.

Apparently
we've made good our escape.

Finding us now
would be almost impossible,

assuming 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.

[ Men Murmuring ]
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
for us to stop.

Precisely why
it would be fatal.

- H-H-Hey, where you goin'?
- [ Sire Uri ] Possibly fatal.

Is it not surely fatal
to continue towards Carillon?

There is another way, if I may have
a few moments of the Council's time.

I support Commander Adama's
rejection of Borallus.

Surprising.

It is a death trap as lethal
as the one we left behind,

and we haven't the armament
to fight our way in and out.

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
to make passage impossible.

[ Council Members
Murmuring ]

A fleet of cumbersome ships
like ours,

to even attempt to go through
that narrow passage--

I agree. The fleet could not
traverse the channel...

unless it had been
cleared first.

And how would you propose
doing that?

Well, I suggest I find
one or two volunteers...

to join me in flying
ahead of the fleet...

to blow the minefield apart
with laser torpedoes.

- Good idea.
- Two, uh, "volunteers."

Out of the question.
Out of the question!

Brilliant, brilliant.

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

- I say we support the captain.
- [ Anton ] 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.

You wanna guess who he's got
in mind to volunteer for that--

-Hey, hey, wait.
-[ Whispering ] I'm getting out of here.

Well, just the two fellas
I wanted to see.

Follow me, gentlemen.

[ Whispers ]
See? I told you.

Right.

He still won't eat.

I think we may have found something
that's going to interest him.

Tonight?
Shouldn't you be getting 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 gonna 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 2.

- [ Electronic Bark ]
- [ Gears Whirring ]

[ Electronic Barking ]

[ Barking Continues ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Purring ]

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

That's not Muffit.

He'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,
it will be even smarter.

- Stop that.
- [ Moans ]

We used the image of Boxey
you gave us...

to train the drone
to respond to him.

[ Bouncing Noise,
Gears Whirring ]

I owe you one, Doc.

Anytime.

[ Laughing ]

That's one I owe you.

Call it even.

[ Electronic Barking ]

It's somehow
beautiful.

- It's a perfect machine!
- [ Starbuck Chuckles ]

[ Cassiopea Laughs ]

[ Cassiopea ]
Born to dance amongst the stars.

[ Starbuck ] Yeah, 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, uh,
you certainly have a way...

of cutting through
the felgercarb.

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

[ Chuckles ] And 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.

Yeah, well, 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 too much
more time in the launching bay?

Can you think of anyplace
more private?

Come to think of it, I can't think of
anyplace private in the whole damn fleet.

Oh.

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

You don't wanna go in there.
It's dark and cold and, uh--

[ Sighs ] Oh, Lord,
I'll do anything you ask tomorrow.

Colonel, have you seen
Lieutenant Starbuck, by any chance?

No, I don't think I-- Wait, I did
see him on one of the monitors earlier.

Before we shut down the flight deck,
I think he was checking out a ship.

That would
seem to make sense.

I'm sure he's long gone by now, getting
a good night's sleep for the mission.

Why don't you do the same.
You are going to be working.

That little snake.

[ Yelling ]

[ Steam Hissing ]

[ Yelling Continues ]

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 sweep
everything out of our path with turbo lasers.

[ Clears Throat ]

You feeling all right? You're fidgeting
around like a daggit on a sunspot.

It's my bio-pulse line,
sir.

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

Starbuck's
being polite.

Seems he got
a steam burn.

I don't wanna ask you how you got it,
because I need you on this mission.

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

If it'll do any good, let me assure you
that should we fail, no one will survive.

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

Or lack thereof.

- Ready?
- Ready.

- [ Apollo ] Starbuck?
- Uh, I'm not ready, but let's get it over with.

Nova star field ahead.

[ Man On Radio ]
On three, two, one. We've got it.

Radiation shield
positive.

Launch fighters...
now!

[ Computer ] Skin temperature
readout: 1-0-0 and rising.

I may not be able to see anything,
but it's sure getting hot.

Anybody picking up the field?

Negative.
My scanner's burning up.

- [ Boomer ] Mine's gone.
- [ Apollo ] It's too bright for the scanner.

Core systems transferring control
from probe craft to Galactica.

We will guide you through
using scanners.

- What if we miss a mine?
- One of us will be the first to know.

Let's go.

[ Woman ]
We'll talk you through.

[ Computer ] Countdown to fire--
five, four, three--

[ Computer ]
Three degrees right.

- [ Computer ] Target destroyed.
- [ Sizzling ]

- One target coming up.
- It's burning through my canopy!

- Four, three, two, one, fire.
- [ Apollo ] Just keep firing.

[ Computer ]
And fire.

[ Computer ] Heartbeat,
Lieutenant Boomer, readout: 1-0-0.

Other functions normal.

It's working, Commander.

They're clearing a path
a hundred maxims wide.

Now, that
is precision flying.

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

[ Computer ]
Two, one, fire.

[ Computer ] Heartbeat,
Captain Apollo, readout: 9-9.

Skin temperature:
1-2-0 and still rising.

Skin temperature:
1-3-0 and rising.

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

two, one, fire.

Fire.

Fire.

[ Computer ] Heartbeat,
Captain Apollo, readout: 9-9.

Skin temperature:
1-3-5 and slowly leveling off.

[ Apollo ]
It's cooling off.

- Heartbeat, Captain Apollo--
- Let's take a look at where we are.

Negative shield now.

There it is.

Carillon.

- I think we're gonna make it.
- Yee-haah!

[ Voices Murmuring,
Chattering ]

[ Cheering, Yelling ]

[ Woman ]
We did it! Yes!

[ Cheering Continues ]

Recall the flight crews.

[ Adama ]
The planet Carillon.

Landing operations
will begin at once.

Prepare to land the mineral ships
and the Landram parties.

Our mineral scanners
have located...

what we believe is 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-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.

[ Chuckles ]

S-S-Surely you--
y-you don't mean me.

We thank you
for your help, Baltar.

- Your time is at an end.
- No!

You can't!

You still need me--
Aaaah!

Victor 6-3-0-3-8
to Ground Expedition 2.

My scanners read life-forms
beyond these coordinates.

Either it's some
high energy-yielding substance,

or they left some kind of caretaker operation
behind when they abandoned this place.

[ Boomer ]
We've got it, 0-3-8.

I wonder what this
looks like in the daytime.

Hey.
This is the daytime.

Oh. Lovely.

Landram 1
to Skywatch 0-3-8.

Can you assist
in locating tylium mine?

You got it, Captain.

My scanner indicates that you are
vectored to intersect the mine area...

in 24 millicentons.

- [ Apollo ] Affirmative, 0-3-8.
- Everyone sync chronometers.

Captain would like a check-in every four
millicentons on the emergency frequency.

- Understood?
- Affirmative, Jolly.

You are in time sync now.

0-3-8 returning to base.
See you guys in a while. Good luck.

Boomer.

Yeah, yeah,
what is it now?

You're not gonna
believe this.

[ Engine Stops ]

I don't believe it.

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

All right.

[ Whispers ]
Okay, come on.

- Boy, sure is pretty.
- [ Voices Chattering ]

Sounds friendly.

[ Laughing,
Chattering Continues ]

Aaah! Don't shoot me!
What do you want?

W-W-Wait.
Don't be afraid.

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

- I'm a Taurus. How do you know that?
- The, uh, dialect.

Listen, uh,
what is this place?

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

Colonial warriors sneaking around a
resort like this with your weapons drawn.

- Oh, uh, sorry.
- This is legal!

Isn't it?

Well, uh,
how did you get here?

-Oh! I came in a skybus.
-She must have been smoking plant vapor.

- [ Laughing, Chattering Continue ]
- Hey, wait, wait, listen.

Could you, uh, tell us
something about this bus?

My travelator took care of all of it.
Isn't it fabulous here?

All this
for so little money.

Oh, and I just won a thousand--
over a thousand cubits.

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

Oh, in here
everybody's doing it.

It's incredible.

You know, if it's illegal you're gonna
have to fight the whole star system.

I have to go!
[ Laughs ]

I have a moonlight cruise. Two moons.
Oh, how can you go wrong?

[ Laughing, Chattering, Screaming ]

[ Boomer ] I don't get it.
How cut off can these people be?

She didn't act like she'd even heard
about the destruction of the colonies.

There's something
even more peculiar.

Why haven't we heard
about this place?

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

Oh, that's right.
That's right.

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

-- [ Pop ]

[ Woman Screaming
Excitedly ]

- Whoo-hoo!
- Whoo!

- Whoo!
- [ Cheering ]

The odds
must be incredible here.

People are winning
a fortune.

Yes, and they're
obviously well-fed.

Look, why don't we find out
about who's in charge of this place...

and see about getting some food
back up to the fleet.

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

I haven't found
a gambling den yet...

that didn't depend on military
pay vouchers to keep its doors open.

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

just remember,
it'll only take one informer,

and we'll have the whole
Cylon war machine on its way.

[ Starbuck ] I wanna look around,
sit in on a game or two,

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

[ Excited Squealing,
Hooting ]

Your mission, Boxey, is
to keep your eye on that readout.

When the counter gets up to 10, it means
we're right on top of a rich tylium deposit.

Yes, sir.

- It don't matter
where you go -

- We'd better talk.
- Right.

- Something's
always after you -

- - It's love - -
- Love - - - Love -

- - It's love - -
- Love - - - Love -

- - It's love - -
- Love - - - Love -

- - Love -
- They can't read our lips in here.

- Who?
- Whoever might be up to something in this place.

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

Where'd you get
all those cubits?

Gambling. I'm telling you, Boomer,
you can't lose.

That's what
I'm talkin' about.

You ever been in a gambling chancery
where you couldn't lose?

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

-- [ Continues ]

- It don't matter
where you go -

- It won't matter
what you do -

- 'Cause something's
always after you -

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

I mean, big money, Boomer.
Big money.

- Big money, huh?
- Yeah.

Every creature in the universe
is out to exterminate us,

and you wanna hire
a vocal group.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm telling you, there's
something just not right about this place.

- - It's love - -
- Love - - - Love -

- - It's love - -
- Love - - - Love -

- - It's love - -
- Love - - - Love -

- Love, Love -

[ Bass Tone ]
- Love --

Yeah, I gotta talk
to those girls.

- [ Gears Whirring, Clanking ]
- Quiet, Muffit.

- [ Monitor Beeping ]
- I see it. Tylium.

- Nice going, Boxey.
- [ Jolly ] That's a pretty hot reading.

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

- [ Gears Continue Whirring ]
- Okay, Jolly, keep your eyes open.

[ Whirring,
Electronic Barking ]

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

Boxey, wait right here.
I'm gonna get him back.

Muffy? Muffy?

- Thank you.
- For what?

For saving
my son's life.

You're getting things
a little out of proportion.

In a way, maybe
I should be thanking you.

You don't know anything
about me...

or what happened
to Boxey's father or--

When you're ready,
you'll tell me.

In the meantime, 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?

[ Loud Clank ]

Muffy? Muffy!

Darn you, daggit,
where are you?

Muffy! Muffy?

Muffy?

Muffy?

[ Gasps ]
Aah--

[ Footsteps Approaching ]

- Any sign of Boxey?
- I'm afraid not.

What is it?

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

[ Apollo ] This may be the largest
tylium mine in the star system.

[ Serina ] I don't care. I just
want to know what's happened to Boxey.

-- [ Harp ]

- [ Squeaking Language ]
- [ Computer, Translating ] Welcome to Carillon.

- You are impressed?
- [ Apollo ] Confused would be more like it.

- Listen, we've lost a little boy.
- [ Squeaking Language ]

[ Translating ]
He is safe.

- We found him and brought him here.
- [ Squeaking Language ]

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

Mommy!

[ Chuckles ] Captain,
good fortune smiles on us.

Yeah, it's like nothing
we ever dreamed of, Captain.

They've got everything we need here,
plenty of it, and they're happy to share.

Sounds like paradise.

Yeah, it does.

Colonel, a message
from Sire Uri.

[ Tigh Reading ]

[ Adama Reading ]

"...within a centon."

Well, Colonel,

a most optimistic note.

Too optimistic.

Uri has everyone in the fleet breaking in
the bulkheads to get down to the surface.

Well, perhaps in small numbers,
in orderly rotation.

It isn't going to be
that way.

Already he's authorized
visitors permits to half our population.

Half the population?

[ Adama ]
We've come so far, so quickly.

There's been little time
for reason.

What is the curious secret
behind the existence of this outpost...

on the outer rim
of our star system?

There are many such oases
for intergalactic travelers,

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.

And now I feeling
the growing need...

for extraordinary measures
of precaution.

The ships continue to hover
over the planet,

supported by
small 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.

-- [ Disco ]

Let 'em ride.

Hello, Starbuck.

This is my lucky night.

Just might be.

Yeah, well,
money isn't everything.

- No?
- Mm-mmm.

Um, listen, have you checked out
the accommodations yet?

Most of my unit is staying
down on Carillon tonight.

I'll see
what I can arrange.

Oh, really?
Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

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

Hmm?
Oh! Uh, yeah, sure.

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

Yeah.

- [ Cheering ]
- Can't lose.

Is this seat taken?

Oh, uh, uh, well,
it's, um, um, um--

- Starbuck?
- Yeah?

- I became because I owe you an apology.
- You do?

Come on.
This paradise?

It's the perfect opportunity
for us to be...

open and honest
with one another.

- Yeah.
- I hurt you. Admit it.

Well, it-- w--

Didn't you
once tell me...

I was the only woman you'd ever had
any real and deep feelings toward?

Yeah,
I may have said that.

- You may have said that?
- No, uh--

A-Athena, wait, wait.
What I--

What I meant to say is,

I've had to shut all those feelings
out of my mind...

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

- Hmm?
- [ Laughs ] Starbuck.

[ Starbuck ]
Oh, no.

Hello.

Excuse me. I believe
you're occupying my space.

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

- Huh?
- I got us the key to the royal suite.

Why, thank you.
We do appreciate it.

Uh, say, listen, girls.
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 at office rates, Lieutenant.

Never eaten so much
in my entire life.

[ Laughs ]
I'm gonna be as fat as a pig.

Push level three for us,
please.

I feel like a total glutton, Answaw.
Nothing fits me anymore.

And we've only been down
on the surface for three--

Um, I asked you
to push the third level.

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 seems to be happening.
- Let me at that control.

There. We've stopped.
Thank goodness.

I wonder what's down here.

[ Screaming ]

What is the purpose
of this special council?

Adama, I'm afraid
I must ask you...

to respect the order of business
until called upon by this chair.

I think Counselor Uri has
a measure to propose. Thank you.

My brothers, a hasty attempt
to outrun the Cylons...

spawned in the midnight
of desperation...

seems foolhardy
in the light of day.

I propose, instead, we now attempt
to appeal for justice and mercy.

Justice?
Justice from the Cylons?

Is that what
you actually said?

Gentlemen,
they've told us...

that they would not stop until
every human had been exterminated.

Now, why should they believe
we are now willing to accept...

that which we have always
found to be unacceptable?

To live under Cylon rule?

Because we would destroy
our arms...

to prove we're willing
to live in peace.

- Destroy our only means of defense?
- 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 neighbors
whom the Cylons wished to enslave,

and until we helped the Hasaries
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 to this
council 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
recognize 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 something.

The military
won't be easy to convince.

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

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. [ Chuckles ]

[ Chattering, Shouting ]

- After you.
- Thank you.

Party's just gettin' started.

Do you want a little,
uh, company?

I'm kinda companied out.
Thank you.

You're gonna miss the tribute
for the three warriors.

I've given 'em all the tribute
they're gonna get.

[ Sighs ]
We missed my level.

Mine too.
Something seems to be wrong.

We're going
all the way down.

I didn't think that was allowed.
I wonder what's down there.

[ Screaming ]

Help me! What are they
doing with us?

Okay, 30-70.

You guys split 70 percent, and I'll
even pick up the transportation.

I just don't think
it'll work out.

Well, why not?

- Look, I can't talk now.
- What do you mean?

We'll just have to talk about it
later... if you're still around.

Hey, hey, wait!
Where you goin'?

- You're my meal ticket out of the military.
- Starbuck!

What are you doing? The captain's
been lookin' all over for you.

You know, Boomer, I'm beginning to agree
with you. Something's goin' on here.

Well, whatever it is, it's gonna
have to wait. We've gotta get back.

- Uh, what for?
- Dress uniform.

- Wait. I'm not gettin' into any fancy--
- Uh, uh, uh, uh.

One does not accept
our people's highest military honor,

the Gold Cluster,
in a battle suit.

- The Gold Cluster? Ah, you're kidding.
- We got it.

Commander?

Commander.

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

Well, our ships weren't quite 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 you and I
aren't supposed to 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 com system.

We are completely isolated.
No one can hear us.

Yes. I understand.
But why would anyone want to?

It grieves me to think that we have to
take such precautions on our own battlestar.

Sire Uri's men
are expecting me...

to make some kind of move
over his disarmament plan.

I find that 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 think 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 anytime.
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 wouldn't be able to 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 fighter ships down to
Carillon without getting council clearance?

Well, we'll 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.
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.

[ Coins Clattering On Floor ]

- What are you doing, Colonel?
- [ Gasps ] Felger--

I, uh, didn't mean
to startle you.

Can we, uh,
give you a hand with--

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

You can tell the rest
of your playboy pilots...

this is not the last flash inspection
that I'm gonna 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.

You know, it's unfair. A lot of those bridge
officers never go down to the surface...

while everybody else gets to go
and have a good time.

Bridge officers don't get their tails
shot off flying around in little fighters.

Still, I wouldn't mind
trading with them.

I believe you.
I'll mention it to the colonel.

Wait a minute. 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, uh,

Colonel Tigh wants to be
at the celebration,

so I, uh-- I offered to
relieve him for the night.

Simply as a favor.

I might have thought you'd like to see
your son getting his Star Cluster.

It's well-deserved, Apollo.
Well-deserved.

Precisely why I cannot accept it as anything
but another one of Counselor Uri's ploys.

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

I just 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
anyone realizes what they've done.

- But you can stop it.
- I? [ Laughs ]

Not anymore. Have you heard the talk?
I got us into this predicament.

No one believes that. And even
if some do, you have to speak out.

How can I say to you that 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.

[ Chattering ]

- That's very strange.
- 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,

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

He probably hasn't
worn that in years.

Besides, the guest of honor
looks absolutely delicious.

[ Chattering Continues ]

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

Huh? Oh.

Hey, isn't this
something, Boxey?

- Our hosts have been very generous.
- I don't like them.

- What?
- I told him the Ovions wouldn't approve of him...

bringing Muffit
to the celebration.

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

Except for your captain,

I deduce from the uniforms
that most of your warriors are here.

- Yes, well, I'm always a big draw.
- [ Laughs ]

[ Growls ]

Muffit, Muffit, come back here!
Here, daggit! Come back here!

- Starbuck.
- Yes? What is it?

I'm talking to the great
and near great.

Well, when you come down,
tell me who that is.

Those three guys
right behind the dancer.

Darned if I know.
They sure have lousy tailors.

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

Because they're wearing
the insignia from our squadron.

Don't start without me.

Where is the lieutenant going?

- Um, to find the captain, sir.
- Excellent.

[ Apollo ]
Hey, what's going on?

- Stop those guys. Stop them.
- What are you--

What are you doing, Starbuck?

Listen, something's
going on around here.

Those three impostors, I just--
Uh, listen, can we talk?

Yeah.
Will you excuse us?

The lieutenant
needs attention.

I'll take Boxey and get something
to eat. Where is Boxey?

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

Well, don't be long. You two don't
want to miss your own coronation.

- Yeah.
- Boxey!

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

I've been running into guys all night
who aren't from our unit,

but they're wearing
our unit's clothes.

- That officer in the shuttle.
- You spotted one of them?

Yeah, maybe.
I think we 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.

Not everyone. There are three
impostors down here someplace.

[ Squeaking Language ]

How many warriors?

Nearly their full
complement of warriors.

See that the humans remain
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're not here.
They must be at another level.

The other levels
aren't accessible to humans.

- I've been wondering about that.
- Yeah, so have I.

I know how to fix that problem.
Stand back.

You're the gambler.
Pick a level.

Uh, what say we have a look at what's
furthest from the guest rooms?

- Mmm, nice.
- Shhh!

Mm-mmm.
You're the leader.

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

[ Electronic Barking ]

- Muffit! - At least he'll
be remembered in the eons as--

[ Woman Moaning ]

Ah, me and my big mouth.

At least we know
the secret of Carillon.

Do we? What's the connection
between the casino and all this?

Let's get out of here,
then figure that one out.

Muffit!

Run, Boxey, run!

Apollo, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

With all this tylium, we're setting fire
to the biggest bomb in the universe.

Yeah.

- It's a little late to try and talk to these fellows.
- I think so.

[ People Moaning ]

[ Moaning Continues ]

Oh, my God!

Some of them are probably
from our ships.

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

The Ovions are living
off of them...

and probably selling
the tylium they mine to the Cylons.

- That's Muffit!
- Hey, Boxey, come back here!

No!
[ Groaning ]

Muffit! Muffit!

[ Screams ]
Starbuck!

[ Sobbing ]

Let's go!
Follow me!

Report, Centurian.

It is done,
Imperious Leader.

Let the attack begin.

By your command,
Imperious Leader.

[ Barking ]

We're doing fine!
Whoops.

- There's too many of them.
- Go for the ceilings. 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 closing rapidly.

Scan for alien forms.

A wiping clean of the slate
of animosities and prejudice.

- This way! This way!
- Run, Boxey!

Captain, where you guys been?
We've been looking all over for you!

- Ohhh!
- Come on!

Move!

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

Let's get outta here!

Oh, frack!

Warm 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!

I want everybody to move quickly
towards the exits! That is an order!

- Stay where you are! I'm in charge!
- [ People Screaming ]

Do what the man says!
He's in charge!

Over here, Muffit.
I'm gonna save you.

[ Shouting, Screaming ]

Enemy closing, 70 microns.

[ Shouting Continues ]

Enemy approaching,
55 microns.

Serina, take Boxey!

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

[ Serina ]
Boxey, where are you?

[ Shouting Continues ]

Muffit! Wait!
We can't leave without Muffit!

- We can't leave without Muffit.
- Let's go!

[ Woman Sobbing ]

[ Shouting Continues ]

Do you have any idea where
these Landrams are coming from?

- I don't know.
- Landrams courtesy of Commander Adama.

Thirty-five microns
and closing.

What are you doing
in combat dress?

The rest of Blue Squadron
didn't get to go to the party.

They had to let you go, though, or they'd been
wise they didn't have all the military there.

Well, if you didn't go,
who were those guys?

Anybody the commander could find
in fleet to fill the uniforms.

You should've seen the one
that got mine.

Enemy closing, 30 microns.

Recall all warriors
from surface.

- Stand by to attack.
- Twenty-five microns...

and closing.

I want you ladies
in that shuttle craft.

- Jolly, what's going on?
- The whole squadron's waiting for orders from the Galactica.

- Yahoo!
- Fifteen 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.

[ Computer Voice ]
Four, three, two, one.

Positive shield now!

- [ Apollo ] Starbuck?
- Revved and ready for takeoff.

It's coming right at us.

- Fire in the bay!
- Damage control.

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

- Boomer?
- Ready, Captain.

Let's go.

[ Engines Starting ]

There's nothing
to stop them!

Incoming surface squadron doesn't seem
to match any known Cylon war machines.

Are they gonna be surprised.

If we don't stop 'em, we're gonna
have to go back and live on that rock.

On target.

That one's
for the Atlantia.

Here's one for Zac.

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

Looks to me like a lot of our boys
violated orders and skipped the party.

- Make a note to discuss discipline in the ranks.
- Yes, sir.

- [ Apollo ] Starbuck?
- Yo.

- On your tail.
- Nothin' to worry about.

Felgercarb!

- Boomer, you give him a hand.
- I'm on my way.

[ Starbuck ]
Don't take too long, Boomer.

Thanks for the assist.

[ Starbuck ]
Squadron Vector Alpha. I'm onto three.

Uh, make that two.

Let's go!
Press it home!

[ Apollo ]
I think we got 'em on the run.

- Now let's see if we can find that Cylon base ship.
- Nothing on my scanner.

It's hidden someplace
behind Carillon.

That's the only way
it could have approached us.

We're not gonna let
that base ship go.

It can follow us at a safe distance and plot
our every move until the reinforcements arrive.

Let's go down on the deck
beneath the scanners.

Warriors requesting permission
to locate and pursue Cylon base ship.

No. Colonel, we must
conserve our resources...

if we're to find a home
for our people.

Bring the fleet home.

- [ Apollo ] Go onto Cylon frequency.
- [ Starbuck ] What for?

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

Doing what? Praying?

You're gonna be Red and Blue Squadrons,
and I'm gonna be Green and Yellow.

I'll be Red and Blue--

Oh, I get it!
No, I don't.

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

Who?

It's Captain Apollo, sir.

[ Sighs ]
Who else?

- And Starbuck.
- I see.

Switching frequencies now.

[ Apollo ] This is Green Leader to Red.
All ships ready for attack.

Um, yeah. Yeah, we're all ready.
Every one of us.

- Speak, Centurian.
- 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
be able to find us.

[ Apollo ] Yellow Leader,
we have your squadron in visual contact.

[ Starbuck ]
Uh, right. Green Leader.

I've got two more squadrons
requesting permission to join us.

Purple and Orange squadrons.

They're just dyin' for a good fight.
Been on reconnaissance.

Purple and Orange?

Uh, negative, Blue Leader.
Let's not get carried away.

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

We're picking up some attack signals
between Purple and Orange squadrons.

We don't have
Purple and Orange squadrons.

Purple and Orange?

Starbuck and Apollo?

Lord help 'em both.

The warriors continue to advance.
At least six squadrons.

Recall all Raiders
to defend base ship.

All 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.

- I said lower, or they will destroy us.
- By your command.

Just ahead.
There she is.

[ Starbuck ]
Lovely. What'll we do? Ram her?

We are now picking up
attacking warriors on the scanner.

We are too close
to the surface.

Sir, telemetry reports surface
of Carillon reaching vapor point.

There are only two ships.
It is a deception.

Open fire
and retreat from the planet.

- Uh, Apollo--
- Okay, Starbuck.

Let's get outta here before that tylium
we set on fire blows the planet apart.

[ Adama ]
Negative field now.

She's going to explode.

Let's go home.

Some home-- a piece of metal
in the middle of nowhere.

Beats just plain nowhere,
at least until we find Earth.

Think we'll ever
really find it?

We'll find it, someday.

Let's go in.

[ Adama ]
Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny,

the last battlestar,
Galactica,

leads a ragtag fugitive fleet
on a lonely quest:

a shining planet...
known as Earth.