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Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

You must be... Yeah.
Lee, yeah.

Girlfriend stealer for
a brother. Nice!

Never stole his girlfriend.
Mmm-hmm.

Thank you.
Really bad liar right here.

There's been
a terrible accident.

Your sisters and your
father were all killed.

How about you, love?

Bet you charge
a lot more than that, eh?

Shut your filthy mouth.
Stop being so disgusting.

This is your father, Gaius.

I found your father
a new place to live.

The last time I saw him,

he seemed happy.

Hera!

Bill, I've been having
that dream again.

If that's me lying there,
then what am I?

She took these from
her own mortal remains.

The blood on these dog tags is
a 100% proof-positive match

for one Kara Thrace.

And you think there's some kind of
meaning in these musical notes?

I'm just groping, mostly,

looking for patterns, trying
to see what comes to me.

She's a half-human, half-machine
object of curiosity

that holds the key to
our continued existence

somewhere in her genetic code.

So let's get a tube in
her and get her ready.

Based on the
coordinates we got from Sam,

we have determined that the
Cylon colony is located here.

The colony's bound within the
gravity well of the black hole,

but maintains a stable orbit.

This right here is
our only parking spot.

Point-blank range.

Leave only one way in and out,

then make it impossible
to get past the gates.

Let's get to work.

Can I have your
attention, please?

I'm going to be asking for volunteers
in the rescue of the child Hera.

There is a line
running down this deck.

Volunteers, move to
the starboard side!

Everyone else to the port.

40? I've never paid
more than 30 on Picon.

This ain't Picon.

All right, you got me there.

This ain't Picon.
All right, 40.

Show him a good time.

I don't want a lap dance, okay?

Try it!
You'll like it.

Keep the 40, he deserves it.
Thank you.

So, are you gonna
take the job or not?

Maybe I should just do it.

Letting my pride get in the way.

Now you're talking.

I mean, who cares? It's
one hour of your time,

and then you have
a whole new life,

a life without midnight watches
or drills or Fleet politics

or the inspections
or any of that crap.

Life! You could be
here every night.

He won't be here every night.
Can hardly get him here once.

To retirement?

What do you say?

To retirement.

Yeah!
Yes!

Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

Yeah!

If you don't participate in
the political conversation,

then you are giving
up your voice.

You're giving up your right to have a
say in the way that our society is run.

What? You've really bought
into all that crap,

haven't you? Mmm. Uh-huh.
I do, proudly.

And so have you, by the way.
Yeah. Oh, really?

'Cause that's what the uniform stands for.
It's what we train to defend.

Oh, you didn't.
It's true.

Yes! No, no, no, no. That's sad.
That's sad.

It's cute, but it's sad.

Let me guess, he's
going on about voting

and its importance to a
democratic way of life again.

So, you were listening.

You didn't tell me that your
brother's an idealistic dreamer.

Dreamer? The sad
truth is, he's not.

Beneath that romantic exterior
lies the heart of a true cynic.

Oh, really? This is going to be
fascinating. Things are looking up.

Yeah, it's one of the
many, many, many reasons

that him and Dad aren't on
speaking terms anymore.

Oh, come on. Family angst and drama.
I love it.

Come on, boys, let's
open up some old wounds.

No, let's not. Dad
believes in the system,

believes in the uniform, believes
in something greater than himself.

Correction. Dad believes in himself, his
uniform, his system, his way of life,

and if you're not with him
in that tiny little bubble,

then you might
as well not exist.

If you hate him so much, Why'd
you follow in his footsteps?

Mmm! Touché.

Service gave me four years of college. I
gave the service four years in return.

Simple as that.
See? A cynic.

Right through to that big empty
space that used to hold his heart.

Honey, I think I'm starting
to like your brother.

You must be Sean.

Yeah, I must be.

I hope so.

I'll take these. They're beautiful.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Do you like white wine?

I do.

Kind of awkward, huh?

Blind date and all?

No, it's not, really.

It's just that I have this
feeling that I know you.

Oh?
Mmm-hmm.

Really?
Mmm-hmm.

There you go, Sean.

Thank you.

Welcome.

So, wait a minute.

You were one of my students.

Yeah, guilty as charged.

I mean, as soon as Marcy
mentioned your name I knew,

but I didn't want to tell her.

And you knew I was old
enough to be your...

Teacher? Yeah.

But I graduated some time ago.

Should I go?

Did I say you should go?

I didn't say you should go.

The night's young. Apparently, so are you.
Let's see what happens.

Sean.

You wouldn't do it.

For that kind of money?
Gods damn right I would.

No, you wouldn't.

Look me in the eye and
tell me that you'd do it,

that you'd do it for
a civilian desk job.

I want to hear it come out
of your mouth. Say it!

I frakking knew it.

Yeah!

Come on, soldier.

I love you guys.
Yeah.

You guys are my family.

Oh, my Gods. Oh, my Gods.
Come on.

I love you, brother.

Come on, big boy.

Legs.
All right. In you go.

You want out?

Yes. Please.
Thank you.

Well, he never could
hold his liquor.

Unlike his brother.

Hey, I'm still standing.

Which means it's time for shots.

There's no need to
torture yourself, Gaius.

Just trust in
God's plan for you.

What is God's plan for me?

Well, you're following
it right now.

Am I?

By taking charge of mankind's remnants
and guiding them to their end.

- End of what?
- Gaius.

We're ready to go.
Five seconds, Paulla.

Okay.
I'm just...

I'm leaving Ishay enough
for two more rounds of injections.

That should keep you on your
feet for another 48 hours.

Two days. Okay.
That should be enough.

You're using up the last little bit of
life you got. You realize that, don't you?

Yes. You've made that
clear to me several times.

Mmm.

Right. That's it.
You're done.

Thank you. Thank you.

Enough.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm just doing my job.

No.

You've done much more than that. You've
taken a patient who should've died

years ago, and you've
given her a chance,

despite cancer and the Cylons
and her own obstinate nature.

And you've given me the
little time I have left,

and for that, you have my...

My heartfelt gratitude

and my thanks.

Well, I don't know what to say.

No, no, don't, don't.

Don't spoil your image. Just light
a cigarette and go and grumble.

She's your patient now, Ishay.

Ishay, I can barely
see straight.

I'm not surprised.

You're so pumped full of drugs
you could float off this bed.

Okay. Two days?

All right, two days.

The plan's just starting to take
shape, but one thing's clear.

Raptors get the
toughest job, as usual.

This will require some special
piloting skills, and I mean special,

threading a needle while you're
on a rollercoaster special.

While it seems a little
redundant at this point,

the word's come down that it's
a volunteer assignment, so...

That's my Raptor Wranglers.

Always looking for new and
interesting ways to get killed.

I'm not going to lie to you boys.
We are thin on intel on this one.

The Cylons believe that the most logical
place for Cavil to have taken the girl

is deep into the
interior of the colony.

Best guess. Right here.

We'll be in too close for nukes.
Same thing goes for missiles.

No, this is going to be
strictly a gun battle.

Like two old ships on the line,
slugging it out at point-blank range.

I want the gun captains to do their
job and start firing immediately

and to continue to fire
until they run out of ammo.

Then, I want them to
start throwing rocks.

They're gonna have every gun trained
directly on us as soon as we jump in.

If we have any shot at this,

we're gonna have to interrupt
their fire control systems.

And just how the hell is Sam
supposed to help with that?

If we can plug him into Galactica's
dradis, FTL and C3 systems,

his mind should then be able to directly
communicate with the colony's Hybrids

once we jump in.

Theoretically, his mind should still
be able to control their commands

and slow down
their response time.

Okay.

Let's do it, I guess.

There's a catch.

Routing hardware connections from
all those systems all over the ship

into this room
is gonna take weeks.

It's a lot easier, faster if we just
move him to the existing lines.

Okay, where's that?

Well, the best place is the CIC.

I need someone to lead this Fleet
who I trust and demands universal respect.

So the Baseship and
the Fleet are yours.

Thank you, sir.
I won't let you down.

I know you won't.

And I'll see you
at the rendezvous.

If we're not there in 12
hours, we won't be coming.

Yes, sir.

Good hunting, sir.

Thank you, Admiral Hoshi.

Still not too late to flush
them all out the airlock.

Take too much time.

I suppose this is what you
could call poetic justice.

Or what goes around, comes around.
Either way,

congratulations,
Mr. President.

Thank you, Mr. Adama,
and the best of luck.

Admiral Hoshi, sir.
Sir.

The "sir" has...

Right. Good luck.

You too, sir.

President of the Colonies,
Admiral of the Fleet, departing.

All right, last Raptor out,
people, last Raptor out.

Anyone left behind,
your ass belongs to us.

Great. Can we tuck
this in there?

Listen, I'm not coming with you.

Gaius, please, Gaius, our people need you.
I've made up my mind.

I don't belong to you, Paulla.
I never belonged to you.

You appropriated me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry if
I led you to believe...

They're all yours now, Paulla. Enjoy them.
Pilot, you have your passengers.

Gaius. Don't do this.

Maybe I'll see you
in the next life.

Doctor.

Galactica.
Baseship actual.

Flag has been transferred
to the Baseship,

and our Vipers are ready to take
over CAP duties for the Fleet.

Roger that, Baseship.
You have the CAP.

Safe journey.
Godspeed, Galactica.

Let's go around the horn.

This is the X O.

AH combat stations
prepare to report.

FTL.
Go.

We'll set up triage here. Just
prep the table the way that I do.

- Weapons.
- Go.

Tactical.
Separate out the wounded.

MAN 2.' GO-Those we can
save, and those we can't.

- Engineering.
- Go.

How will I know?

Take this marker.

- Damage control.
- Go.

Put an "X" on the forehead of
those who are too badly hurt,

and you'll know
when you see them.

- Main batteries.
- Go.

- Engine room.
- Go.

We're next.

Sick bay.

Sick bay to go.

Viper wing.
Go.

Assault One.
Go.

Assault Two.

Go.

Reserve forces.

Go.

- Com One.
- Go.

- Sorry.
- Caprica.

- Com Two.
- Go.

What are you doing here?

I don't think
you should be here.

Probably been in more
battles than you have.

Fair point.
Life support.

Emergency systems standing by.

Yeah, I suppose the more pertinent
question is what am I doing here.

What the hell was I thinking?

Secure blast doors on all decks.

Ellen.

I think we're a go up here.

All stations report, sir.

Connect me just to the ship.

This is the Admiral.

Just so there 'II be
no misunderstandings later,

Galactica's seen
a lot of history,

gone through a lot of battles,

this will be her last.

She will not fail us

if we do not fail her.

If we succeed in our mission,
Galactica will bring us home.

If we don't,

it doesn't matter anyway.

Action stations!

Start the clock.
Start the clock.

Jump on my mark.

Five, four, three,
two, one. Mark.

We can't take much of this.

It's time, Sam.

Look through
the eye to know thyself.

The colony Hybrids are offline.
They'll be launching Raiders any minute.

Go.

Launch all wings.

Birds are away.

All ahead, flank speed.
Three, two, one. Hit it!

All hands brace for impact.

Assault One, standby.

Here they come, let's take them!

Light it up.

Assault team, on me.

You guys scout me out, okay?

Pressure. We've got pressure, sir.
One atmosphere.

Assault One, we got pressure.

Alpha Team, helmets off.

Move out.

I think we lost Cartwheel.

Dradis is almost
useless out here.

I hope that works both ways. Any
sign they've spotted our approach?

I haven't looked at the
instruments in a while.

I don't think you
want me to start now.

Maybe not.

Let's go weapons hot, Skulls.
We're getting close.

You sure about that?

No, but I don't wanna come out of
this crap with cold weapons, either.

Nukes are hot.

You know, this reminds me
of that time back during...

Battery Three, redirect your
fire 1 O degrees starboard.

Concentrate on taking out
the Cylon batteries.

Hotdog and Ladykiller,

concentrate on taking out Cylon
Raiders coming in at 084 count...

All right, Galactica.
We got them.

We have
a hard seal. Go.

You're gonna just
keep doing the tests?

Even with the colony coming
down around your ears?

I think you overestimate
their chances.

They may have confused
our Hybrids temporarily,

but we have superior firepower
and superior numbers,

and in the end, it's
all about mathematics.

Sam. Sam, listen to me.

You're pushing too much
energy through the ACS.

You gotta back off, or you're gonna
blow the main bus, you hear me?

Sam!

There are secrets within lies,
answers within riddles.

Lay off the ACS,
you betcha, Galen.

Open your mind and hear what your
heart wants to deny. End of line.

You never should
have trusted her.

Trust didn't enter into it.

I simply miscalculated her need to
engage in gestures of futility.

We have to assume that
she'll try to make contact

with the Colonial forces
aboard the colony.

It's time to go
on the offensive.

We must be cautious. Too much force
could risk killing the child.

Really? You think?

Please continue stating
the perfectly obvious.

It fills me with confidence.

I'm proud of you.

What?

For doing this.

For being here when you
could've just walked away.

I don't think I ever said it before, but
I always wanted to be proud of you.

Guess I always felt that was
the only thing missing.

All the pieces are
falling into place.

You will hold the future of
Cylons and humans in your hands.

I will?
I will?

You see them?
You see them?

Reconnect me!

Cylons just blew
a hole into Deck 21.

Frakking Centurions will be
pouring in at platoon strength.

On me, let's move!

Wait.

Tell the old man lowed him one.

Doesn't change anything
you did, though.

No.

We all make our choices.

Today I made a choice.

I think it's my last one.

All right, this is really touching.
Can we get the hell out of here?

You should know that your
Raptor's been destroyed.

You can't go back that way.

Yeah, well, that's not the plan.

Can you not tell her the plan?

Right.

Missed the trap
seven times in two days.

There's a new Galactica record.

Regs say that you've
washed out, Rook.

Time to look for a new career.

What do you want me to do, sir?

Do you want me to beg for my billet?
Do you want me to crawl?

I want you to land your frakking bird
without digging holes into my deck.

How's that, huh?

How about being a pilot, an
officer worthy of the uniform?

Take your job seriously. Don't let
your personal life get in the way.

I've read your jacket,
your whole story.

I know that your family's gone,
and I know that you have no home.

All you got is the service, and
it's slowly slipping away.

All because you're all
wrapped up in survivor's guilt,

and you're trying to find a
way to wash yourself out.

The doctor's in. Check
your neuroses at the door.

A lot of people have died on this ship.
There's a lot of ghosts running around here.

You don't want to pull them
into your cockpit with you,

because you won't come back alive.
Do you understand that?

Yes, sir.

I don't think you
do, but maybe someday you will.

For now,

make the trap tomorrow, Rook.

Dismissed.

Thank you, sir.
I owe you one.

You and a lot of other
people owe me one,

but you know what, very
few people ever pay back,

especially the ones that
owe you their lives.

I'll pay you back one clay, sir,
when it really means something.

You do that.

Okay, get this guy cross-checked
and set me up a large-bore IV.

I need a set of vitals
on this Marine over here.

I want a CT scan here on this one,
and get him the frak out of here.

Here we go. It's all right.
You're gonna be all right.

He's a goner.

All right, you'll be... You're
gonna be all right. Okay.

What took you so long?

Stopped for coffee.

How many other Raptor
teams made it?

Haven't seen anybody else.

Okay, back the way we came.

- Guns, point.
- Yes, sir.

We're retracing our steps.

Say again, Apollo!

I cannot copy your
last transmission.

This is the XO.

Red stripes to repel boarders,
Deck 21, portside, frame 10.

We got the prize.
Repeat, we have the prize.

Formed up with Assault Two
and are heading back to base.

Roger that. ETA five minutes.
Actual out.

Fire! We got
a fire up here!

- Connect me to Command Unit.
- Yes, sir!

Move reserve forces
to guard airlock.

Assault force is en route.
ETA five minutes.

I repeat.
ETA five minutes.

We're friendly!

Hold your fire!
Friendlies!

Rangel, Peters, form up!

Sorry about that.

- Doc, you did good.
- Thank you.

We'll take Hera.

Right. Come on.

Come on.
Bring Hera.

Get them out of here.
Get them out of here.

Fall back. Fall back!

Oh, my Gods. Hera.

Clear.

- Gods.
- Check his status.

Keep that belt tight on
and get back here!

Hang on.

Hera!

Hera! Come back
here. Hera!

Look at me.

Go.
No, you'll bleed out.

Go!

Go!

Okay.

I'm empty-

Two rounds.

Hera!

Hera!

I've been here before.

Yes.

We're supposed to...

Go into the opera house.

This one's still alive.

Get him the hell out of here!

They got the girl.

They've got the little girl!

This makes it a lot easier.

I just take the little
girl and I'm out of here.

Not a chance.

Cavil, we won't let you take Hera.
You know that.

I know nothing of the kind.

I know I'm going to watch you chase
your tails across the universe

for another four years.

That's not gonna happen.

This thing is the key
to my people's survival,

and I'm not leaving without it.

Hera's not a thing.
She's a child,

and she holds the key to
humanity's survival, as well.

And how do you know that?

I see angels,

angels in this very room.

Now, I may be mad, but that
doesn't mean that I'm not right.

Because there's another
force at work here.

There always has been.

It's undeniable.
We've all experienced it.

Everyone in this room has witnessed
events that they can't fathom,

let alone explain
away by rational means.

Puzzles deciphered in prophecy.

Dreams given to a chosen few.

Our loved ones, dead,

risen.

Whether we want to call that God or
Gods or some sublime inspiration

or a divine force that we
can't know or understand,

it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

It's here. It exists,

and our two destinies
are entwined in its force.

If that were true,
and that's a big "if,"

how do I know this force has
our best interests in mind?

How do you know that God
is on your side, Doctor?

I don't.

God's not on any one side.

God's a force of nature,
beyond good and evil.

Good and evil, we created those.

You wanna break the cycle?

Break the cycle of birth?
Death? Rebirth?

Destruction?
Escape? Death?

Well, that's in our hands,

in our hands only.

It requires a leap of faith.

It requires that
we live in hope,

not fear.

If I leave you this girl, that means
the destruction of my people.

How does our extinction
fit into this picture

that you want us to believe in?

We'll give you resurrection.

Saul!

You give us Hera and we
will give you resurrection.

But the war ends here.

You leave humanity in peace

and give up the pursuit
now and for all time.

Agreed.

How do we know we can
take your word for it?

You don't.

You have to make
a leap of faith.

It's your call, Bill.
I'll back you either way.

I'm losing a lot
of men out there.

I can do something
about that right now.

Give me that phone.

Patch him through.

Hello? Hello,
it's me, Cavil.

Stand down, all forces!

Cease fire immediately!

Galactica, Hotdog.

They're pulling back.

Repeat, they're pulling back!

Everyone,

stand down.

I'm as good as my word.

Admiral, Viper wings aboard.
We lost four birds.

Assault forces aboard, and
we've lost seven Raptors.

What are they doing?

Each of them knows part of
the secret to resurrection,

and they're gonna interact with
the data flow in the water

and... I don't know.

It's a lot of complicated technical
talk about sharing the information

among the five of them
and then transferring

it over to the colonies somehow.

Now, for a moment,

we're going to know everything there
is to know about one another.

I'm looking forward to that.

There are certain things that...

That we've all done,
certain things that

people would be
shocked to learn about.

Hey, I don't mean to rush you,

but you are keeping
two civilizations waiting!

Let's just all
agree that no matter

what we learn about each other,

we're all Cylons, and we're all
capable of making mistakes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're forgiven
for all your dark secrets.

Let's do this.

Any word?

We're getting the data now.

It looks right.

They're downloading the
resurrection designs now.

They've broken off the download!

It's a trick!
Open fire!

Frak!

We've gotta get out of here!

Starbuck!
Jump the ship!

I don't have the
rendezvous coordinates!

It doesn't matter!

Just jump us out
of here now! Jump!

Just trust yourself.

There must be some
kind of way out of here.

I thought that if I
assigned numbers to the notes...

If that's me lying there,
then what am I?

I look at you now and
I don't see Kara Thrace.

I see an angel blazing with
the light of God. Angel.

Jump!

You're tempting fate.

Mmm.

If I have a fate then it is
set, and thinking about it

isn't gonna make it
happen any faster.

Okay. Fair enough.

But flying?

When you're
thinking about dying...

It's a bad
way of doing business.

You're gonna get scared,

and you're gonna start
second-guessing yourself.

I'm not scared.

You said that you
think about dying

every time that you
get into a cockpit.

Uh-huh.

Well, hello!

Yeah, but it doesn't
scare me, Lee.

That's what you don't get.

What, so it's Kara Thrace,
the fearless warrior?

Right?

No, I know...
I know fear,

and I get scared, just...

Just not of dying.

So then, what does scare you?

Mmm...

Sorry.

Being forgotten.

You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.

XO.
TIGH: Sir.

Sitrep.
Damage report.

I'm okay, I'm okay, go.

Sir.

We're mostly here.

The engines, life support.

There's red lines through her
lateral structural members.

She's broke her back.

She'll never jump again.

Wherever we are is where
we're gonna stay.

Where have you taken us, Kara?

Glad you could join us, Admiral.

Lieutenant Hoshi suits
me just fine, sir.

Admiral stars turned out
to be a little heavy.

Happiest day of my life when
I saw that Raptor jump in

at the rendezvous point.

Well, there you
have it, Admiral.

The most advanced civilization

we could locate on this planet.

I can't see them talking
to each other, sir.

Either they communicate a different
way, or they're pre-verbal.

Judging by the look
of their tools,

which are rudimentary,
to say the least,

I'd suggest that we found an
early, ritualistic tribal society.

They bury their dead.

I came across a grave a couple of
clicks back and ran some tests.

Their DNA is
compatible with ours.

Meaning we can breed with them?

You got a one-track
mind, Doc.

What? Listen, I'm talking about the
survival of the human race, actually,

not some get-together
with the natives.

You also have no sense of humor.

Right.

Right, I'm sorry.

How is that possible?

Human beings naturally
evolved on a planet

one million light years away.

The odds against that are...

Astronomical, yeah.

One might even say there
was a divine hand at work.

Well, whoever's
responsible, we're here,

and here's where
we're gonna stay,

with our new families.

My vote is that we clear
everything back to this ridge.

There's easy access to the
water down by the river.

In fact, the whole area
is ripe for cultivation.

We should be able to lay out
the preliminary lines for a city

within a day or two.

No.

No city.

Not this time.

What do you propose we do?

We break the cycle.

We leave it all
behind and start over.

You're talking
about a little over

38,000 people,
the entire human race,

with nothing but the clothes on
their backs and some provisions.

It's not the entire human race.

There are people already here.

Tribal.

Without language, even.

Well, we can give them that.

I mean, we can give them the...

The best part of ourselves.

And not the baggage,
not the ships,

the equipment, the
technology, the weapons.

If there's one thing that we
should have learned it's that...

You know, our brains have
always outraced our hearts.

Our science charges ahead,
our souls lag behind.

Let's start anew.

We'll land
civilians at various points

around the planet.

Our objective will be to spread

the people out as
much as possible

to give them the best
possibility of survival.

Supplies will be evenly
distributed throughout the camps,

and locations will be documented
and given to everyone.

I have to say, I'm shocked at how
amenable everyone is to this notion.

I would have thought there'd be
a general uprising at the idea

of losing whatever little
creature comforts we had left.

Don't underestimate the desire
for a clean slate, Mr. Lampkin.

Have you made a decision?

The Sixes, the Eights, and the
Twos have decided to stay.

See how we can
contribute to a world

before we pass into God's hands.

We'll give the Baseship
to the Centurions,

let them find their own destiny.

I think they've
earned their freedom.

And what if they evolve
again on their own

and decide to come back in a few
hundred years and wipe us out?

It's a risk,

but I think setting
them free may be enough

to break the cycle of violence.

Then it's a risk worth taking.

And I agree.
They've earned it.

Now, once the civilians
have been offloaded,

the Fleet will leave the orbit

and rendezvous with Galactica.

The course of the
Fleet will be plotted

into the nav computer
ahead of time,

but the actual piloting
will be done by Mr. Anders.

He'll guide the entire Fleet
directly into the sun.

I love you.

Goodbye,

Sam.

I'll see you on the other side.

Is your name William Adama?

Yes.

Are you an officer
in the Colonial Fleet?

Yes.

Are you a Cylon?

I'm sorry, Bill. We're still
establishing tests for the control.

I need verifiable yeses and nos.

No, I'm not a Cylon.

Have you ever stolen money
from a cash drawer?

Have you ever stolen money...

Enough of this crap.

Take this thing off of me right now.
No job is worth this,

no matter how fat
the paycheck is.

I'd rather spend the rest of my
career, or what's left of it,

in a broken-down
old ship,

than have someone sit here
and question my word.

Perfection.

That's what it's about.

It's those moments

when you can feel the
perfection of creation,

the beauty of physics, you know,
the wonder of mathematics

and the elation of
action and reaction,

and that is the
kind of perfection

that I want to be connected to.

You're sure this is
what you want, Galen?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm just tired of people,
humans, Cylons, whatever.

Last Raptor out tomorrow is gonna drop
me off on this island that I found

off one of the
northern continents.

It's cold. It's up
in the highlands.

There's no people.

Good luck.

For what it's worth,
if what happened

to Cally had happened to Ellen,

then I'd have done
the same frakking thing.

Hmm.

Hey!

Ah!

I thought Bill was coming.

He's taking a leak.

Oh, nice.

Hey, order me a drink,
honey, and keep them coming.

Tonight we are celebrating
your retirement

and all the time I'm about to
get to spend with my husband.

Are you good with that?

Saul! All I've ever wanted
was to be with you.

Not just weekend liberties or
a two weeks' leave a year.

I mean full-time.

You and me, together
in a house, in a tent,

homeless and on the street.

Just be together.

Mmm-hmm.

Excuse me.

Ah!

Oh! Don't drop me!

To us!

Mmm!

Yeah!

There are so many.

Wait, I wanna...

See more detail.

It's

a very beautiful world.

Does it have a name?

Earth.

It's not Earth.

Earth is a dream.

One we've been chasing
for a long time.

We've earned it.
This is Earth.

Okay then.

Earth.

It's fine.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Would you like to get
a better look at them?

Yes, I'd love it.

What... What
do you mean?

Watch.
What? Why?

What are you doing?

Watch me.

What are you doing? Put
your arm around me.

Can you?

Dad?

I don't have much time, Son.

I understand.

What do you hear, Starbuck?

Nothing but the rain.

Grab your gun and
bring in the cat.

You should go.

You know, my very earliest
memory of my father

was him flying away
on a big plane

and wondering when
he was coming back.

He's not coming back this time.

No, he's not.

Neither am I.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

I just know that I am done here.

I've completed my journey,

and it feels good.

You and I,

right here,

right now.

On the table?

I dare you.

I double-dog
dare you.

Double-dog dare?

I double-dog
dare you.

Hmm.

All right.

Oops!

Something's broken.

I guess I better get going.

Yeah.

It was nice to meet you,

Lee Adama.

Likewise, Kara Thrace.

So what about you?

What are you gonna do?

Today is the first day of
the rest of your life, Lee.

Well,

I always thought when
this was all done I would

kick back,

relax,

spend the rest of my days doing

the absolute minimum
humanly possible.

And now that you're here?

I want to explore!

I wanna climb the mountains.

I wanna cross the oceans.
I wanna...

Gods, I can't believe
I'm saying this.

It sounds so exhausting.
I must be crazy...

Goodbye, Kara.

You won't be forgotten.

Laura?
You okay?

Hi.
Hi.

Sean, it's been
a lovely evening.

Really lovely.

But what?

But I'm afraid we won't
be doing this again.

Did I...
No.

No, no, not you.
No, you're wonderful.

Come on, then...
No.

You can show yourself out.

I'm sorry.

Wow.

Okay.

Hello, this is Laura Roslin.

I'd like you to give
a message to Mayor Adar.

Tell him that I Will

be joining his campaign.

Thank you.

All the way to the end.

No matter what.

All the way to the end.

So much

life.

It's a rich continent.

More wildlife than all the
12 Colonies put together.

Just looking for a quiet
little place for that cabin.

Maybe a garden.

I don't have much of
a green thumb,

so I hope that you do...

Right there.

I'm gonna build it
right there, Laura.

Lot of game on this planet.

I'm a pretty
good hunter, you know?

Yeah, right.

What are
you laughing at? What?

That buck on Caprica.

Okay, come on, now.
That's not fair.

Hey, don't you listen to Mommy.

Daddy is a great hunter.

No, Mommy's gonna
teach you how to hunt.

No, no, no, no.
Real hunting.

No.
Yeah.

And I'm gonna teach you
how to build a house

and how to plant crops.

Okay, maybe Mommy
will teach you that,

but Daddy's gonna
teach you how to hunt.

Hera!

Hera.

Will she be all right?

She survived thanks to you.

Both of you.

And that's it?

That's all God wants of us?

God's plan is never complete.

Great.

But I think it's safe to say

that from now on,
your lives will be less

eventful.

I've been thinking I may be
able to help you out after all,

about that thing you were
asking about before,

getting a peek into
the defense mainframe.

That would mean
a lot to my employers.

Yeah, well, I'm not doing
it for your employers.

I'm doing it for you. How
would it make you feel?

I'd be very grateful.

We'll put that to the test.

Because if anyone finds out,
I could get my head cut off.

So I'll count on
your discretion.

The things men do for love.

Love?

Gaius!

Yeah, well...

You know what I mean, don't you?

Over there, between
those two peaks,

I saw some terrain that
looked good for cultivation.

Cultivation?

Yes.

You know, I know about farming.

Hey-

I know.

I know you do.

I laid out the cabin today.

It's gonna have
an easterly view.

You should see the light
that we get here.

When the sun comes from
behind those mountains,

it's almost heavenly.

It reminds me of you.

"At a scientific
conference this week"

"at the Smithsonian
Institution in Washington,"

"the startling announcement
was made"

"that archeologists
believe they have found"

"fossilized remains
of a young woman"

"who may actually
be Mitochondrial Eve."

"Mitochondrial Eve is the
name scientists have given"

"to the most recent
common ancestor"

"for all human beings
now living on Earth."

"She lived in what
is now Tanzania,"

"over 150,000
years ago."

Along with her Cylon mother

and human father.

Commercialism, decadence,
technology run amok.

Remind you of anything?

Take your pick.

Kobol, Earth, the real
Earth, before this one.

Caprica before the fall.

All of this has happened before.

But the question remains.

Does all of this
have to happen again?

This time, I bet no.

You know, I've never known
you to play the optimist.

Why the change of heart?

Mathematics, law of averages.

Let a complex system
repeat itself long enough,

eventually something
surprising might occur.

That, too, is in God's plan.

You know it doesn't
like that name.

Silly me.

Silly, silly me.