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Previously on Caprica...

My wife is gone,
and I've got to get her back.

I'm very confused. I don't
know what you want from me.

I want you to be real!

I want you to be her!

To bring down the STO,

I need a person
on the inside.

You're not objective, Jordan.
Back off from this.

We don't have anything
on Clarice Willow.

Yes, sir.

You want me to
spy on my friend?

If Clarice Willow
is who I think she is,

we could take down
the entire STO.

The people who
murdered your daughter.

Where there is faith,
there is hope.

The
avatar's gone.

Wasn't there a backup?

She had a pin.

If she had a backup, that's
where she would have kept it.

I think some time off-world
would be very healthy.

There's a program on Gemenon,
training for STO recruits.

There's been enough blood.

Do you speak
Caprican?

Everybody speaks
Caprican.

Well, do you know if
there's a pick-up area

for passengers connecting
to other destinations?

Nope.

Stranger here myself.
What are you doing here?

Internship.

You?

Boarding school.

Odin Sinclair?

Lacy Rand?

Yeah, I...
That's me.

We'd better get moving. Jump
ship's already started boarding.

You two are with me.

You're STO?

You don't have to
look so surprised.

Hang on.
We're taking off.

Whoa!

I hate this. I hate this.
I hate this...

Suck it up.

It's going to be
all right.

We're leveling off. It's okay.

See?

So,

are you
a true believer?

I don't...
I don't know anymore.

How about you?

No. No, my parents are the
zealots in the family.

They forced you
to come here?

They had two armed goons storm into my
bedroom in the middle of the night,

knock me out,
and load me into a shuttle.

Wow.

I woke up
halfway to Gemenon.

Attention, please.
My name is Diego.

I welcome you all to the holy
birthplace of monotheism.

We're on our way now
to the retreat,

where the Reverend
Holy Mother lives.

You will enter children and you will
exit warriors of the one true God,

those of you that survive.

What is that?

It's a ship.

It's on top of us.

It's the Apolli.

They've been
too easy lately.

They're locking on to us.

Shake them off.
Shake them off, come on!

But the pin is
what we're after.

- What are you doing?

Oh, you scared me.

Are you spying
on Clarice?

No, of course not. No.

Mar-Beth, I...

I don't know how
to say this, but...

I think she might
be using again.

What?

She's up at all hours,
she's not eating,

and she's been going into her
room with her door shut.

It's just,
the signs are there.

She hasn't touched
purple for months.

I know my wife
better than you do.

Well, I hope I'm wrong.

I care about her,
too, you know.

Zoe's infinity pin has to be
in Global Defense somewhere,

picked up in
the sweep of the house.

Tell our person to look wherever
they store the evidence.

Tell them I don't care if their cover
is blown. This is really important.

Calm down, Clarice.
It's covered.

They got us sealed. They're
going to try to board us.

They're going to
try to board us!

Does anybody know
what he's saying?

Shh!

He says, "The mighty
Gods are striking back."

No!

It's the only thing I could come up with.
She had me dead to rights.

Are you positive
she believed you?

I don't know. Maybe... Yes.
Maybe. I don't know.

Amanda, just promise me
you'll be careful.

Did you learn
anything useful?

No. No, I...

If I could get closer,
I could.

If you could get me
a camera or a bug,

I could plant it
in Clarice's room.

She hasn't trained
herself not to vocalize

when she uses her
Holoband. Maybe...

No, the problem is,
if I go in for a warrant,

I'm going to have to admit I have a
confidential informant in the Willow house.

I'm not willing
to do that.

I'm not willing to die.

I can't let them catch me
eavesdropping again.

They will kill me.

Okay.

Warrants are overrated anyway.
I'll get you the tick.

What, you don't trust
your own people?

Saves disappointment later.

Spycam?

Building a case
against your exes?

That's
a good one, sir.

No, it's related
to the bombings.

Shame, because I'd like to
hear you say the words,

"I have a warrant
for this."

Relax. It's background.

You got a CI
placed somewhere?

You know better
than to ask me that,

especially when we both
know there's a possibility

we've got a leak
in this department.

You think I'm STO?

Of course not.

Jordan, I've given you
a lot of leeway on this.

Yes, and I haven't divulged the identity
of an active CI, not to anybody,

not to my own mother.

I need the jackets for any and
all Cis you have in the field.

I won't do it, sir.
And until I get that,

you don't get
so much as a paperclip.

Believe it or not,
you work for me.

I work for Caprica.

Forward.

What are we
looking at here?

Zoom. You're watching the Ha'la'tha
steal and smuggle Cylons off-world.

Hold.

Is that true?

Tell me that Guatrau
will change his mind.

Tell me they're going
home to our people.

Where, then? Hmm?

Gemenon, some crazy
fringe group. It's...

You knew about this?

Which side?

With the Guatrau, it's always
about the money. You know that.

Which side, Yoseef?

STO.

Oh, nice.

We forsake the struggle of our own
people, let them die in the streets.

We sent no weapons
to help them,

but the frakkers
who murdered your wife,

blew up your child...
Don't.

No, I'm glad the Guatrau
found it in his heart

to show them
a little bit of love.

No, no, no, don't you
go getting pious on me.

Okay? Do you think I like the
position I'm in? We don't...

What's happened to you?
Where is your outrage?

All right,
here's what I need.

Don't talk right now.

I don't
really have a choice.

If my government discovers
we've been exporting

exclusively contracted
technology to terrorists,

it could blow
directly back onto me.

I could be
executed for treason.

And don't think
for a second

that just because
they're coming after me,

they won't come after you
and all your people.

I need a one-on-one
with the Guatrau.

And what in the Twelve Worlds makes
you think he'd grant you that?

It's always about
the money, right?

What's going on?

He's taking us
up into orbit.

Stop frakking me around.
We've got all our prisoners.

We will have
all our people!

Well, the difference this time is
that we have hostages to trade.

Hostage exchange, that's good.
He needs us alive.

Why do we have
their prisoners?

Who cares?

We care because we have to
get inside of their heads.

We have to be smart.

Shh. Listen.

We are going to shoot one of these
children. Do you understand?

You leave me no frakking choice!
Do you understand me?

Now, we are going to
leave this channel open

so that you can
hear the shot.

If they scream,
you will hear that, too.

We need to fight back.
Keep it down.

Come on, we've got
them outnumbered.

We're not professional
killers, understand that?

We have to be smart.

Now, I've been trading hand
signals with the Canceron

and his buddy
across the way.

As time goes by, they'll get hungry,
they'll get tired, they'll get sloppy,

and that's
when we move.

Look.

If we can
get it loose,

at least
we have something.

We'll only have
one shot at this.

You know,
as Zeus once said

to his dear brothers...
We have to make it count.

..."Someone needs
to go first.

"Someone needs to be chosen."

Yes. Well, the question is,

who will it be?

Who is going to die
for their loving God?

Their God that
does not answer them.

Their God, who is going to let them die.
Who is it going to be? Hmm?

I like this boy
right here.

Yeah? You?
Why me?

No, no, please don't.
I'll do anything.

Then stand up. What do you want me to do?
I'll do anything.

Stand up. Please, no, look.
I just... Please...

Stand up! I'm sorry, please,
I'll do anything. Please!

Get on your feet...
I don't want to die! Please!

...and act like a man. Please.
Just, I don't want to...

I don't want to die!

Bad answer!

Let go!

Stand up on your pathetic legs and walk!
I don't want to die!

I'll do anything!
Walk! I want you to walk!

I don't want to die!
Please don't kill me!

Do you hear him
crying for his father?

Please don't kill me! Do you hear that?
He's begging.

Well, beg to this man right here.
Please, I'll do anything!

Beg to him! He will do anything!
I'll do anything.

But what will you do?

I'll do anything!
Kneel down! Kneel down!

Kneel down!

Kneel down.

Please, please!
Put your hands down.

Don't kill me. Put your
hands down and move. Move!

Start the clock.

Hey, Alpy,
what's the good word?

Got a pulse.
Feeling good about that.

Hey, you remember that Libran
porn ring we busted last year?

I treasure
the memories.

We still got
that camera?

We got everything. This is
where old cases go to die.

Do me a favor.
Take a smoke break, huh?

Be discreet, huh?

Always.

Oh, frak.

For the Gods' sake, Alpy,
the rats have gotten in here!

Big city,
of course we've got rats.

Yell a little louder,
why don't you?

That's junk.

Hey, Alpy?

Anybody else
been in here lately,

going through
the Graystone evidence?

Nope. They would
have signed it.

Unless they're you,
obviously.

What about after hours?

Could be.

Hey!

Who's got
the entry codes?

Just the top brass.
What's this all about?

Nothing good.
Thanks again.

This...

This is my
resurrection program.

The commercial we launched with
those cute little children,

"Grace by Graystone."

That suggested one possible,
very frivolous application.

But when this
program is complete,

it will end
death and disease.

It will demolish our very
conception of mortality.

Whoever controls this

will transcend any single
corporation, government or syndicate.

So anything we do now that jeopardizes
this opportunity, this...

Well...

You think my decision to sell
your robots off-world was stupid.

By arming terrorists, you
gained short-term profit, yes,

but at the expense of the
biggest potential payday

in either of our
organizations' history.

How much time do you need
to complete your program?

Three months, plus additional
staff and resources.

Two weeks.

I'll halt the export of
the robots for that long.

After that,
you had better impress me.

Of course, Guatrau.
I'll get it done.

He's a very
ambitious man.

We need to be
careful with him.

Brave, too. I like him. He reminds
me of myself at that age.

But you're right
not to trust him.

One must be careful
with ambitious men.

I gave him two weeks to
deliver this new technology.

If he succeeds,
we'll make money.

If he fails,
we'll lose little.

Either way, we need
to protect ourselves.

For Dr. Graystone's
journey.

We're killing him?

Do it quietly, Samuel.

I will.
Good.

Now then, who's hungry?

As the Olympian Gods rose, the
Titans fell, as all Gods must.

Now one God can
kill them all. One God.

This can only be mankind putting
his own face into the heavens,

making a God
from his own image.

We've got to do something.
It's the height of hubris!

We've got about a minute. The
Pantheon understands mercy.

Are they watching?
You are too young

to know what is in your hearts.
No.

You must make
the right choice.

God, I can't. I can't.
It's not ready yet.

I can't.

We can't just
let someone die.

Kneel before the Arrow of Apollo
and renounce your monad god

and you will be spared.

Do you understand?

Renounce or
you will be shot.

I see.

All the Gods who are visible
in the seven circles...

Kneel.

...and every God,

by his own proper power, brought
forth what was appointed him.

I foreswear
the false God.

Kiss the Arrow of Apollo.

Good boy. Find him
something to eat.

Put your arms down.
Put your arms down.

Stand. Stand.

Stand. You are
safe now.

No one else?

Must be hungry.

Thirty seconds from now, you might
wish you'd taken the offer.

Suit yourselves.

Who will be next?

Stand. Stand.

It's okay. It's okay.

Come with me.

May the one true God
have mercy on your souls.

She's brave.

Keep your eyes
on them.

Hello, sweetheart.

Haven't seen you since that
awful derezzing incident.

I blame you,
just a little bit.

Can't tell your wife
you killed a man

and not expect a little
healthy pushback.

A marriage only works
as an equal partnership,

so look out, mister.

What are you doing?

You said I was
fawning too much.

So now you're just guessing
what I want from you?

Which is a typical human
reaction, if you think about it.

Neurotic. Adorable,
even. Very authentic.

Make love to me.

My entire
future is riding

on fixing the resurrection
program, which is you.

I have two weeks
to pass you off

as an emotionally
recognizable human being.

If I don't, I'm dead.

Let me take
your mind off it.

And every time I come back in here,
you are further off the mark.

I'm sorry,
you make me nervous.

If she were here, and you were
accusing her of being inauthentic,

wouldn't she react just like this?
No.

I think she would. Exactly like this.
No, she would be mad.

She would be in a rage. Well, we
don't have a control group, do we?

No, we don't.

Because we don't
have her.

Because you
don't have her.

And I'm glad, because you're
a frakking nasty monster,

who deserves to be alone.
And I hope you do die!

Was that better?

This isn't working.

Delete program.

Of course, Daniel.

Shall I upload the backup
to the satellite drive?

Delete backup.

My pleasure.

Zoe's pin.
Finally.

Do you see
anything?

Anything attached?

It's a storage device.

There it is.

Just like the girl said.

Now we have the key
to the afterlife.

Remember this
moment, Olaf.

They're going to write about
it in the Holy Scrolls.

What?

You win.

I have a Cl.

I knew it.

Where?
Read it, shred it.

Don't speak of it, don't
log it into an e-sheet.

I can't have this woman burned.
She trusts me.

Fair enough.

Plus, I get a blank check.
Any tick I want.

Nothing crazy
or off-budget.

I just need room
to operate freely.

That's the deal.

Fine.

She's a good asset.

She's placed inside
Clarice Willow's house.

We're on the verge
of cracking the STO.

I know this was
hard for you.

Requisition
whatever you need.

Thank you, sir.

And, Jordan?

We're all
on the same side.

I know that, sir.

Just trying to
protect my people.

Listen carefully.

I'm about to tell you something
that's going to upset you.

Tell me.

My GDD contact tells me you
have a spy in your house.

Four minutes to airlock.
We need to move.

No, wait till he gets
back on the phone.

If we wait,
someone dies.

No talking.

We're not talking.

We're praying.

But your false God
will not help you.

God helps all of us.
We'll be quiet.

We'll be quiet.

God helps all of us.

Airlock!

This is your fault!
This is all your fault!

We should have moved
when there was more of us!

I'm so sick of people making
bad decisions in God's name.

No, take him!

We're going to
die because of you!

Go!

Now!

Now!

That's enough!

Enough. Enough.
We're done here.

We're done here. Everyone
take your seats, please.

I don't understand.

They were frakking
with our heads.

Probably shot dummies out
the airlock, didn't you?

Yes.

This was your initial
placement exercise.

We needed to find out how
you'd function under stress.

Who would crumble,
who would step up.

It's good work.

We'll be at the compound
within the hour. Thank you.

I need you home.

I can't.

Not yet.

I'm in a bad situation,

and I don't know if I can
make it through without you.

What have you done?

The less you know
about it, the better.

How am I supposed to help if you
won't tell me what you've done?

I don't know! I'm not thinking clearly.
I haven't been sleeping.

I'm losing it. I'm losing it!
No, you're not.

That crazy
confidence of yours

is just the side
you let everyone see.

This side, what's going on right
now, this fear and this anxiety,

that is always there,
that is always with you.

I don't...
Yes, it is.

Sweetheart... It eats at
you, you overcome it,

and it gives you
forward momentum.

That's how you work.

Without that, I don't think
your little empire would exist.

So, I exploit my own fear to get what
I want? That's your novel theory?

You exploit anything
that isn't nailed down.

That's my theory.

The truth hurts, pal.

No, it doesn't.

Where are you?

Thank you.
Mmm-hmm.

You hear they fished a
floater from the Theoresos?

No.

Yeah. About 200
clicks from here.

Female. Head, hands,
feet removed.

Medical Examiner thinks that
the woman recently gave birth.

They're going to do a sweep
of medical facilities,

but I don't think they're going to be
able to match anything to records.

Some people just don't
like hospitals, I guess.

You, uh...

You hear from your CI?

Nope.

Heard from
Clarice Willow, though.

She reported
her wife missing.

Apparently, there was a fight.
Mar-Beth stormed out.

Clarice chalked it up
to post-partum depression,

but hasn't seen or
heard from her since.

I had nothing
to do with this.

Mar-Beth knew the risks.

Anything else?

No, sir.

Well, keep me in the loop.

Yes, sir.

We're all in
this together, sir.

So, did you have
a chance to look around?

I did.

I found my quarters.
I found my bunk.

I found
the cocktail party.

Excellent.

Ah! You remember our friend,
the Apolli hijacker?

Kevin Reikle,
STO praetor.

God, I'm so sorry
about beating you.

No one's ever
gun-butted me before.

It's impressive.

Thank you, sir.

All right, we should
all go in and eat.

Tomorrow,
the hard work begins.

It's weird, hey?
Yeah.

Not bad, though.

Odin, aren't you hungry?

What?

I'm not sure.

Look.

They're from
the shuttle.

What are they doing?

The ones that failed.

Holy frak.

Never forget who
these people are,

and what they're
capable of.