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- You must be-
- Hi, I'm-

- Lee.
- Yeah.

A girlfriend stealer
for a brother. Nice.

- Never stole his girlfriend.
- Mm-hmm.

He's a 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,
than what am I?

She took these
from her own mortal remains.

The blood on these dog tags
is 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 Sam gave us,

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 never paid
more than 30 on Picon!

This ain't Picon.

Ah, 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.

I'm letting my pride
get in the way.

Now you're talkin'.
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.

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.

- Yay!
- Yes!

Yeeeaaah!

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 have really bought into
all that crap, haven't you?

I do. Proudly.

And so do you, by the way.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

'Cause that's what
the uniform stands for.

It's what we
train to defend.

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

No. No, no, no.

That's sad. That's sad.
It's cute, but it's sad.

Lemme guess.

He's going on about voting
and it's importance

to a democratic
way of life again.

So, you were listening.

You didn't tell me

that your brother was
an idealistic dreamer.

- Dreamer.
- It's sad.

Truth is, he's not.

Beneath that romantic exterior

lies the heart
of a true cynic.

- Oh, really?
- Ahh!

- Things are looking up.
- This is gonna be fascinating.

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 syndrome,
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?

Oh. Touch�.

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.

Uh, 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.

Kinda awkward, huh?

Blind date and all?

No, it's not, really.

It's just that
I- I have this feeling.

That I know you.

- Oh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

There you go, Sean.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Oh, wait a minute.

You were one
of my students.

Yeah, guilty as charged.

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

but I didn't wanna 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 Allison.

You wouldn't do it.

For that kind of money?

You're 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 wanna hear it
come outta your mouth.

Say it!

I frakkin' knew it.

Yeah!

Come on, soldier.

Oh, oh, oh.

I love you guys.

'cause you guys
are my family.

Whoa.

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, uh-

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-hmm.

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-that's-
should be enough.

You're using up the last
little bit of life you got.

You realize that, don'tcha?

Yes.

You've made that clear
to me several times.

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

Thank you.
Thank you.

And, uh...

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...

You've given me the little
time I have left,

and for that you-

you have my-

my heartfelt...

gratitude
and my thanks.

Well, I-I...

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.

Your patient now, Ishay.

Ishay, I...

I- 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 gonna lie to you, boys,

we are thin on intel
on this one.

But 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.

Now this gonna 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 outta 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 C-3 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, best place
is the CIC.

I need someone
to lead this fleet

who I trust,
who 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.

I'll see you
at the rendezvous.

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

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.

Um, the "sir" is...

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!

Oh, great.

Can we tuck this in there?

Listen, I'm not
coming with you.

- Gaius, no, please.
- I made up my mind.

Gaius, our people need you.

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.

The 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 XO.

All combat stations
prepare to report.

- FTL.
- Go.

We'll set up triage here.

Just prep the table
the way that I do.

- Weapons.
- Go.

Separate out the wounded.

Those we can save,
and those we can't.

- Engineering.
- Go.

How will I know?

Take this marker.

Put an x on the forehead
of those who are too badly hurt.

You'll know
when you see them.

- Main battery.
- Go.

- Engine room.
- Go.

We're next.

Sick bay.

Sick bay's a go.

- Viper wing.
- Go.

Assault one.

Go.

Assault two.

Go.

- Reserve force.
- Go.

- Com 1.
- Go.

- Sorry.
- Caprica.

- Com 2.
- Go.

What're you doing here?

What-

I don't think
you should be here.

Probably been in more
battles than you have.

Fair point.

Life support.

Emergency system
standing by.

Yeah, I suppose
a 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'll 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.

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
just with 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, stand by.

Here they come,
let's take 'em!

Light it up.

Assault team on me.

Let's do this. Go.
Get out there.

Pressure.

We've got pressure, sir.

One atmosphere.

Assault one,
we got pressure.

Alpha team, helmets off.

Move out.

Think we lost Cartwheel.

DRADIS is almost
useless out here.

Yeah, I hope that
works both ways.

Any sign they
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 gettin' close.

Sure about that?

No.

But I don't wanna
come outta this crap

with cold weapons, either.

Nukes are hot.

You know,
this reminds me of that time

back during
landing qual, huh?

Battery three,
redirect your fire!

Ten degrees starboard!

Concentrate on taking out
the Cylon batteries!

Hotdog and Ladykiller,

concentrate on taking out
Cylon raiders

Coming in at 084 carom 229.

Tally, Galactica. We got 'em.

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 fire power

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.

You're gonna blow the main bus.

You hear me?

Sam!

There are secrets
within the eyes,

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've 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.

To much force could risk
killing the child.

Really? Ya 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
coulda 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?

You see them?

Reconnect me!

Cylons just blew a hole into deck 21!

Frakkin' Centurions'll be
pouring in at platoon strength!

On me, let's move!

Wait.

Tell the old man...

I owed 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 outta here?

You should know that your
Raptor's been destroyed.

You can't go back
that way.

Yeah, well,
that's not the plan.

Ah, can we not
tell her the plan?

Right.

Missed the trap
seven times in two days.

It's a new galactic 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 frakkin' bird

without diggin' holes
into my deck.

How's that, huh?

How 'bout 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
slippin' away.

All because...

you're all wrapped up
in survivor's guilt.

You're trying to find
a way to wash yourself out.

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

Lotta people have died
on this ship.

There's a lotta ghosts
running around here.

You don't wanna 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.

As 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 day, 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 wipers
on this marine over here,

and a CT scan
over here on this one.

And get him
the frak out of here!

It's all right.

You've gonna be
all right.

He's gone.

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 reserved 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 'bout that.

- Doc, you did good.
- Thank you.

- We'll take Hera.
- Right.

- Come on.
- Come on, bring Hera.

Get him outta here,
get him outta here.

Fall back, fall back!

What?

Hera.

Clear!

Oh, God!

Hera!

Hera, come back here!
Hera!

Look at me!

Go.

No, you'll bleed out.

Go!

Go!

Okay.

No.

I'm empty.

Two rounds.

Hera!

Hera!

I've been here before.

Yes.

We're-we're supposed to...

Go into the opera house.

This one's
still alive!

Get him the hell
outta 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 outta 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 gonna
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 wanna
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.

And we'll break the cycle.

Break the cycle of birth,

death, rebirth,
destruction,

escape, death.

Well, that's in our hands...

and our hands only.

Requires a leap of faith.

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 wing's aboard.
We lost four birds.

Assault force is aboard.

We've lost seven Raptors.

What are they doing?

Each of them knows part
of the secret to resurrection.

They're gonna interact
with the dataflow in the water.

And... I don't know.

It's a lotta complicated
technical talk

about sharing the information
among the five of them

and then transferring it over
to the colony somehow.

Now, for a moment,

we're going
to know everything

there is to know
about one another.

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-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 outta here!

Starbuck, jump the ship!

I don't have
the rendezvous coordinates!

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 assign
numbers to the notes...

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

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

I see an angel blazing
with the light of God.

Angel.

Jump!

Ah.
You're tempting fate.

Ah. 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 and-

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.

Like, that's what
you don't get.

What, so it's, um,

Kara Thrace,
the fearless warrior, right?

Dum dum dum dah!

No, I-I know-
I know fear.

And I get scared.

Just-

Just not of dying.

So then what does scare you?

Sorry.

Being forgotten.

You all right?

I am fine.

XO?

Sir?

Sitrep.
Damage report.

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

Sir.

We're mostly here.

The engines...

life support...

But 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 into 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.

So 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've
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's 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.

Easy access to the water
down by the river.

In fact, the whole area's 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.

But we can
give them that.

I mean, we can give
them the-

the best part
of ourselves,

but not the baggage.

Not the ships, the equipment,

the technology, the weapons.

If there's one thing that
we should've 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

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 the 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.

And it's a risk worth taking.

And I agree.

They've earned it.

Now once the civilians
have been off-loaded,

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 that actual piloting
will be done by Mr. Anders.

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

I love you.

Good-bye... 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 me right now.

No job is worth this,

no matter how fat
the paycheck is.

I'd rather spend the rest
of my career-

what's left of it-
on 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.

The elation of action
and reaction.

And that is the kind
of perfection

that I wanna
be connected to.

You sure this
is what you want, Galen?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Just tired of people.

Human, 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,

I'd have done
the same frakking thing.

Hey!

I thought Bill was coming.

He's taking a leak.

Oh, nice.

Hey.

Order me a drink, Honey.

Keep 'em 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 two week's 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.

Excuse me.

Don't drop me!

To us!

Yeah!

They're 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.

Oh.

I'm-I'm having
trouble breathing.

Would you like to get
a better look at them?

Yes, I'd...
I- love it.

I would.

- 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'm done here.

I've completed my journey and it-

it feels good.

You and I...

right here...
right now.

On the table?

I dare you.

I double-dog dare you.

Double-dog dare?

Oh, yeah.
Double-dog.

All right.

Oops.

Something's broken.

I guess I better,
um, get going.

Uh, 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, um...

I always thought
when this was all done

I would, um, uh, 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.

Good-bye, Kara.

You won't be forgotten.

Laura, you okay?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Sean, it's been
a lovely evening.

Really lovely.

Uh-oh.

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

- Uh, 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.

Oh, 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.

It would mean a lot
to my employers.

Yeah, well, I'm not
doing it for 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-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.

# there must be some kind
of way outta here #

# said the joker to the thief #

# there's too much confusion #

# I can't get no relief #

# business men,
they drink my wine #

# plow man dig my earth #

# none will level on the line #

# nobody of it is worth #

subtitle by LeapinLar and rogard.