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Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

If you go back to Caprica
and bring me the arrow,

that will show us
the way to Earth.

What do you want from
me, Helo? She's a Cylon.

I'm not gonna let you kill her!

Okay?
She's carrying my child!

Bitch took my ride.

I am placing you under
arrest, Madam President.

This is mutiny.
You know that.

I'm terminating your
presidency, as of this moment.

I recommend we execute jump to
emergency standby coordinates.

What about our people
on the surface of Kobol?

If they're still alive,
they'll have to wait.

He's not gonna make it.

Tarn, you forgot the med kit, so
you're gonna have to go back and get it.

You can't send him alone.

You questioning
my orders, Chief?

I don't want
a command. I never did.

Don't you dare die on me now.

The Cylons are
hacking our network.

Attempting to
access our mainframe.

What is that thing?

I don't know, but whatever
it is, it's bearing on Galactica.

We've got to take it out!

Attention,
Damage Control Team to Deck 12.

Hey.
Hey.

Attention, Damage
Control Team to Deck 12.

Quite a day, huh?
Yeah.

Wow, I haven't seen
you in person since...

Two weeks ago.

I've really been
thinking about you.

That's nice. I gotta go.

Hey, Dee.

Dee, hey. Hey.

Listen,

I know that I haven't really
made an effort, or it must seem

like I really
haven't made an effort

to make this, whatever
this is, a priority.

But...
But?

But you were too busy helping the
President spark a mutiny on my ship.

Or, but you wanted to wait
until you were desperate

and needed a shoulder to cry
on before making your move?

I think that was
a little uncalled for.

Yeah, I'm sorry. You're right.

I gotta go.

What the hell?

Grab the emergency flashlights.

Copy that.

Check the ventilator.

We have DMA interrupted.

Report status.

I'm checking.

Let's check subsystems!

Let's get
emergency power back on!

Flyboy!

Hotdog!

XO, sitrep?

It's the virus, sir.

I think it must have spawned copies of
itself in some of the computer systems.

It's knocked out main
power and auxiliary units.

Emergency power
just kicked back in.

Hey, Captain,
nice work out there!

I'm not sure what you guys
are kissing and hugging about.

We screwed up.

We let one through.

What's going on with the lights?

I'm not sure.

We still have no idea if we
can reach most of the ship.

What the hell was that?

I'm not sure, sir.
Checking.

Power's out, sir.
I think it's ship-wide.

Sound-powered phones
is the only thing working.

Been trying to get to Damage
Control, but the lines are jammed.

Okay. Get the birds tied down
and make the ordnance safe.

I'll head up to Combat and
see what the hell's going on.

Yes, sir.

Say again.

Cylons reported in
the starboard flight pod.

We've been boarded.

Okay, nuggets.
Keep moving.

Yeah, but when I came
up on his six, all right,

he rotated, so I had to bug out.

It was plain, clean, simple.

Hey, did you see when I turned on
that pair chasing me on the port beam?

Yeah. I saw that. That was sweet.

I rotate, pull back, hit
the brakes, and there, bang!

Left one's lined
up dead-center ring.

I chatter him, turn back
to get his wingman...

Jesus!

Cylons!
Come on! Move!

Come on!
Let's get out of here!

Come on! Come on! Go! Go!

My gods! It's coming!

Go! Go! Go!

- Get the hell out!
- Go!

Get up! Get out!
Go now, now!

Frak!

You all right, Captain?

I'm still breathing.
I guess that's all right.

Kat!

Hotdog, you all right?

Think so.

Can I get back to you on that?

Sitrep?

We've been boarded, sir.

We don't know how many, where
they are, where they're headed.

Our standard ammo
doesn't even make a dent.

The explosive rounds are the
only way to take them down.

How many rounds you got?

That was our last one.

All right.

Hotdog?

Take this to CIC.

Give it to Colonel Tigh
or the officer in charge.

Yes, sir.

Marines,
let's go toaster shopping.

All clear, sir.

Kat, on me.

Yes, sir.

Galactica to all ships:

We have been boarded
by a Cylon raiding party.

Do not approach or attempt
to dock with Galactica.

Keep a safe distance until
we have secured the ship.

I say again, we have been
boarded by a Cylon raiding...

What the hell was that?

The Cylons jammed the signal.

Great.

Are those gunshots?

Yeah.

We can't stay in here.

Open the door.

You know I can't do
that, Madam President.

Corporal Venner, I have no intention
of being locked in this cell

and shot like a rat in
a cage. Open the door!

Thank you.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Corporal Venner, don't shoot!

It's Captain Adama! I
have a fire team with me!

Come on in, Captain.

Watch the companionway.

We're clear, sir.

We've been boarded.

This deck is
crawling with Cylons.

They're trying to
get to the magazines.

How can we help?

Stay alive and don't get shot.

Leave the Cylons to us.

Okay, sickbay
is the safest spot.

It's farthest away from
any potential targets,

and it's designed to function as a disaster
shelter in case the ship were lost.

Right.

Bonnington, sidearm.

Sir.

Okay, Billy.

You ever handled
a weapon before?

A pellet gun from my
uncle when I was, like, 10.

The principle's the same, the
real ones just make a bigger noise.

Madam President.

No, thank you. I can't.

Corporal.
Yes, sir.

You're in charge of
getting her down to sickbay.

Take Bonnington as escort.

Remember, just head away
from the sound of gunfire.

All right.

What about you?

Well, we're heading
towards the gunfire.

Okay, listen up.

There's a small arms locker on
causeway Bravo, two decks down.

We're gonna go get
some explosive rounds

and then we're heading
towards the magazines.

- Twinam?
- Sir.

- You take point.
- Yes, sir.

Good luck, Captain.

May the lords protect you.

And you, too.

- Clear.
- Okay, let's go!

Move.

We should probably
head out of the city,

try to scout one of
the outlying air bases,

see if we can find a Raptor.

It's not exactly
what I expected.

I thought I'd be stepping over
decaying corpses in the streets.

Yeah, we saw a few
bodies here and there.

Not much though.
Sharon said...

Cylon Sharon said they had
troops picking up the bodies,

transporting them
to mass incinerators.

Your girlfriend's
from a lovely family.

Good people, great values.

Enough, all right?

Okay, I was fooled
by her. She fooled me.

You happy now?

It's not about making me happy.

Then what's it about?

What do you want here? You want me
to say I'm a frakking idiot? Okay.

I'm a frakking idiot.

That make you feel better?

I don't care anymore. I've
been here for months, by myself,

on the run, one step
ahead of the Cylons.

With the Cylons,
I guess, actually.

She seemed so real.

Like Sharon, you know?

Same grin, same laugh,
all the little things.

I fell in love with a machine.

It's stupid, so just call me an
idiot, and let's be done with it.

You're an idiot. All
right? You're an idiot.

But the Cylons have a way of
making all of us look like idiots.

Kara, what are you doing?

Making a pit stop.

I've got something
I gotta pick up.

Hey, we gotta keep going.

I got a place here, Helo.

The Cylon virus spawned
itself in our subsystems

before we broke the network.

I had teams cleaning each subsystem,

but it'll be at least an hour
before we restore main power.

Captain?
What few Marines we have

are assembling at their
checkpoint, but comm. is spotty.

Where are the Cylons?

It looks like they
split into two forces.

One moving forward...

Forward, one moving aft.

Yes, sir.

I've seen this before.
These are their objectives.

Secondary Damage Control and
Auxiliary Fire Control, sir.

If they're successful, they will
override our decompression safeties

and vent us all into space.

Once we're all dead,
they'll turn the ship's guns

on the fleet and wipe
it out once and for all.

Dr. Baltar.

How, in God's name, did you find us?

What do you have there?

It's a child, obviously.

A child?

Can I hold it?

Please.

Is this the shape
of things to come?

That's my understanding.

Only one thing for it, then.

Commander?

Please! Commander,
where are you going?

Come back!

Commander!

Commander! Commander.

Commander, please.

No!

He killed our baby.

Our baby?

Adama, I saw him drown the baby.

Why would anyone
want to drown a baby?

Gaius, the answer is all around us.

What happened here?

Human sacrifice.

Not the fairytales your
scriptures would have you believe.

I thought Kobol was supposed
to be a paradise, or something.

Some place where

gods lived with the
humans in harmony, or...

For a time, perhaps. Then your
true nature asserted itself.

Your brutality. Your
depravity. Your barbarism.

So the scriptures are all a lie.

It's all just a lie, just a
cover-up for all this savagery.

Exactly.

All of this has happened before, Gaius,

and all of it will happen again.

Adama.

Mankind's true nature
will always assert itself.

So he will try
and kill our baby.

Only if you let him, Gaius.

Only if you let him.

Keep your eyes up ahead.
Come on.

Come on. Go! Go! Go! Go!

- Is it clear?
- Yeah.

- Is it clear?
- All decks, sir.

The keypad's dead.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm human!

Jammer?

Yes, sir, it's me. It's me, Jammer.

Jammer. Don't shoot.
Please. It's Jammer.

- Collishaw!
- Sir!

Watch the hatch!

Kat, Twinam,
find those explosive rounds.

Sir.

What the hell happened here?

I don't know, sir. I
wasn't here in this fight.

I just came in here to hide.

The Cylons are everywhere.

All right, settle down.
You're gonna be just fine.

Apollo?

You're kidding me.
That's it?

Didn't have much
to begin with, sir.

The other fire teams must've come
and cleaned the locker out before us.

Six rounds,
there are five of us.

Okay, well, each of you guys take one.

I'll take the reload.

You're not counting me,
are you, sir?

I mean, I'm just...

I'm just a knuckle dragger here.

I don't know to
fight Centurions.

I don't know the first thing
about fighting Centurions.

Come on, let's go.

Let's do it.

Never have your house
keys when you need them.

These yours?
You paint these, Kara?

Yeah.

How the hell did you get power?

Batteries.

Kept turning off the power.

Something about
not paying the bill.

That is definitely not you.

It's my dad.

Well, we've got one
package of noodles.

You don't believe in groceries?

You know, I never really
liked this place, anyway.

Air conditioning doesn't
work in the summer.

Heater doesn't
work in the winter.

The rent's a crime.

After the attack, I never,

never pined over
any of my old crap.

Never missed it.

The stupid view
of the parking lot,

broken toilet in the bathroom.

You know, everyone I know is
fighting to get back what they had.

I'm fighting 'cause I don't
know how to do anything else.

How far to sickbay?

Sixty meters.

She stopped
breathing a while ago.

Dee?

Oh, my gods, it's Dee.

Hey, are you all right?

Yeah. I was going to the head...

Oh, my gods, you're bleeding.

Went back to my rack.

Are you shot?

I forgot something.

Hey.

Dee, look at me. Dee, look at me. Dee?

Try using her rank.

Petty Officer Dualla,
look at me.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm glad to see you.

I've been here in
the dark a long time.

It's probably a concussion.

Corporal Venner, we need an
alternate route to sickbay.

Open your eyes.
Look at me.

We don't want to
walk into gunfire.

We want to go
away from the Cylons.

Now clear your head.
Come on.

We can go only...

All the way on the starboard
side. It's a lot farther.

Good.
Starboard, let's go.

Lieutenant Wallace
reports his unit destroyed

two Centurions at this junction.

They've trapped a third
in the ship's laundry.

It can't walk,
but it's still shooting.

At least we've contained the
threat to Auxiliary Fire Control.

Trust me, they're still heading
for the Aft Damage Control.

Lieutenant Gaeta?

Sergeant Hadrian reports her
unit's had to halt their advance

on Deck 10 at frame 69.

Cylons cut through
the hull ahead of her

and the compartments
are open to space.

Smart move. Keeps us from chasing them.

There's nothing
between the last two Cylons

and the decompression safeties.

If you know any prayers, now's the time.

What do you say we take five?

How much further do you think?

Tarn getting shot,
it wasn't your fault.

You know that, right?

Chief?

Talk to me, you motherfrakker!

Motherfrakker.

Socinus better appreciate this.

He's probably lying in the
sun like some godsdamn emperor.

He's an idiot.

I hope he's okay.

He'll be fine.
He's a tough kid.

We just gotta get him the med kit. Yeah.

We gotta go, Cally.

Where the hell have you
been? Where have you been?

I... Doc, where have
you been? Answer me.

I got lost in the...
Answer me!

Doc, you never run off
like that, all right?

You're under my command.

This is military operations,
you understand me?

What I want to hear
from you is, "Yes, sir!"

Yes, sir.

Look, Crashdown, I...

I'm getting a really bad
feeling about this place...

Yeah, you and me both, Doc.

Flash. Flash!

Thunder.

Go, go.

Here.

Where's Tarn?

What happened?

The Cylons.

Were you followed?
No.

How's he doing?

He's not gonna make it.

What?

What do you mean?
What are you talking about?

We got the med kit. Give him a shot!

Give him another shot!

It's too late.

What do you mean it's too late?

I got you the med kit.

What else do you want?

So we go get the medicine you asked for.

Tarn... For what?

For this.

Come on, you gotta do something.

You have to do something.

I can't change that
he's gonna die, Chief.

It's going to be slow and
painful, and we can spare him that.

We can spare him that if we
give him the morpha from my kit

and the one that
you brought back.

What?

No.

El-tee?

El-tee, come on.

He's your man, Chief.

Give it to me.
Give it to me.

Hey, buddy.

It's Chief.
How you doing?

What's going on, Chief?

Well, you know,
listening to the birds.

I got a little
something for the pain.

Good news, buddy. We
got a rescue party here.

Raptor just landed.

We're gonna put you on it and
take you back to Galactica. Okay?

We're going home?

Yeah. We're going home.

How're you coming, Jammer?

That should do it, Captain.

Hey, nice job. You guys, check
the deck, check the lockers.

There's gotta be
more rounds in here.

Yes, sir.

Combat, 12-8642, Arms Locker.

Apollo here.

Colonel, it's Apollo.

He's on Deck 12,
aft frame 86, between

the Cylons and
Aft Damage Control.

Apollo, XO, sitrep.

Five armed effectives.

We haven't seen
anything but bodies

between here
and the hangar deck.

Clear.

Okay, from what I can remember,

the sickbay is about 20
meters through that hatch.

How you feeling?

Like I'm walking underwater.

Any Marines with you?

Privates Collishaw, Twinam.

Take your men and proceed without
delay to Aft Damage Control.

Is that yours?

Yeah, I guess it is now.

Okay. If you're gonna keep
it in your trousers like that,

you might want to
turn the safety on.

Great.

Is it stuck?

No, frak!
The hatch won't open.

The other side's
been depressurized.

All right, Corporal
Venner, this is your ship.

I'm just a tourist.

Find us another way to sickbay.

Okay.

Okay, we have to head
toward Aft Damage Control.

Aft Damage Control.

Aft Damage Control?

That's what they're after.

Let's not waste any more time.

You get to Aft Damage Control.

And get there right
frakking now, mister.

Get there before the Cylons or
we lose the ship. Is that clear?

Aft Damage Control. RFN.
On our way. Apollo out.

Okay. Hold on.

Okay, we made it.

Twinam, Jammer,
you take this side.

Yes, sir.

Kat, Collishaw,
you take that side.

We're gonna need some cover.

All right, let's move.

Let's get this stuff out.

Yes, sir.

Wait.

That's not so...

Okay, everybody, get down.
Stay down.

Hold your fire
till I give the signal.

Remember,
you only have one round,

so it's gotta be a
headshot to make a kill.

You understand? Understood?

Yes, sir.

Kat, kill the flashlight.

Take cover. Take cover.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

Steady up there, Jammer.

Yes, sir.

Not really cut
out for this, sir.

Me, neither.

But sometimes you
gotta roll the hard six.

What does that mean, sir?

I don't know.
It's something my dad says.

Just don't shoot till
I tell you to, all right?

Okay, we're in good
shape. They're coming.

But we're in good shape.

Headshot. Reload. Headshot.

Headshot. Reload. Headshot.

Reload. Headshot.

Okay, they're coming. Everybody down!

You want to shoot that, you
have to take the safety off.

Fire!

Hey.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

We did it. We got them all!

They don't look so
big now, do they?

They look big enough.

Oh, gods.

I'll take that.

Yeah.

Have you been shot?

No, I don't think so.

Yeah?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Oh!

The gods must be
watching over you.

Tired of walking?

Okay.

Thanks.

Hey.

How you feel?

Better.

I thought you said...

Forget what I said

and listen to what I'm saying.

Are you listening?

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry.

I didn't hear that.
Could you...

Could you do that one more time?

Come here. Let me be clear.

Get the curtain.

Doc Cottle's on his way.

He'll be here any minute.

He's gonna be all right.
You know that.

Yeah. Yeah, I know that.

Colonel, I assume there's still
a cell out there waiting for me?

That's right.

Corporal Venner, I'm ready.

I can't believe you sided with
that woman against the old man.

I wouldn't do that if you put
a gun to my head, and you did.

As far as I'm concerned, you're
not fit to wear a uniform.

You're right about that part.

I am not fit to
wear the uniform.

And maybe I never was.

Then again, neither were you.

But this isn't my ship, and it
sure as hell isn't yours. It's his.

And when he wakes up, he'll decide
what to do with the both of us.

Thank the gods
I didn't have kids.