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NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

[Gunshot]

[No. 6 gasps]

HELO: What the hell is going on?
You killed her.

We gotta go. Right now.

- BILLY: That's Tom Zarek.
- DUALLA: The terrorist?

- BILLY: He's a prisoner of conscience.
- DUALLA: He's a butcher.

He blew up a government building. There is no excuse for that.

I thought you said
you respected me.

That was before you resorted
to violence and hostage-taking.

ZAREK: I demand the immediate resignation of Laura Roslin and her ministers.

I demand free and open elections
to choose a new leadership.

If you let the rest of these hostages go,
we will leave this ship in your hands.

- McMANUS: Got it?
- MAN: Test. There.

- McMANUS: Are we on?
- MAN: Frak, we're on. Go.

McMANUS: Live from Cloud Nine, the most
luxurious cruise ship in the fleet...

it's The Colonial Gang.

It's a new talk show that brings
you the inside scoop on the fleet.

I'm James McManus,
formerly of the Caprica Times.

With me are two of the only remaining
legitimate journalists left in the universe.

Playa Palacios, veteran commentator
for the Picon Star Tribune. Welcome.

And my wingman, Sekou Hamilton,
former editor of the Aerilon Gazette.

McMANUS: [On radio] As most people probably know...

Cloud Nine was damaged during a Cylon attack and had to be evacuated.

With repairs now complete, President Roslin has picked it as the site...

for an historic gathering.

It's the first meeting of the Interim Quorum of 12...

which will coincide with Colonial Day...

the 52nd anniversary of the signing of the Articles of Colonization.

Playa, why don't you weigh in?

Laura Roslin should
be applauded...

- for restoring the system of checks
and balances. - Give me a break.

McMANUS: Every delegate chosen so far has been a Roslin crony.

It's a puppet Quorum, okay?

That will rubber-stamp every edict
this power-mad schoolteacher will try...

How can you say that when half the
Quorum hasn't even been selected?

McMANUS: I predict every one of them will be a Roslin lackey...

hand-picked by the power behind the throne, Presidential Adviser Wallace Gray.

Don't you see? Gray orchestrated this whole publicity stunt.

Come on, Jim. Wallace Gray
is no prince of darkness.

I disagree.

He's helped Roslin
regulate the internal economy...

made sure vital food and medical
supplies were fairly distributed...

He is a fatuous gasbag who's made
a fortune through kickback deals...

the members of this Quorum
have profited from.

ROSLIN: Freedom of the press.

McMANUS: As we speak...

Madame President, the fatuous gasbag
would like 5 minutes of your time.

Wally.

- ROSLIN: How does it feel to be a
celebrity? - GRAY: Well, I love it.

They'll probably be
calling me a fascist next.

No, I'm the fascist.
You stick with being the gasbag.

Madame President, excuse me,
you're going to want to hear this.

McMANUS: ...Sagittaron have chosen their delegate for the Interim Quorum of 12.

Who would've guessed it? Tom Zarek.

- Oh, my gods.
- He's got quite a following out there.

- I should have seen this. - He's
a terrorist. Who are they kidding?

McMANUS: ...a ruthless terrorist.

HAMILTON: Tom Zarek incited a prison riot that resulted in kidnapping, attempted rape.

He blew up a government building and
now he's gonna sit on the Quorum of 12?

McMANUS: Wrong. It was charges trumped up by the government to discredit a man...

who's dedicated his life for the disenfranchised.

Yes? Just a moment.

Commander Adama.
Why am I not surprised?

- ROSLIN: Hello, Commander.
- ADAMA: Are you listening to this?

- Indeed. - Can't allow a
terrorist to sit in government.

ROSLIN: My hands are tied. I don't want to turn him into a martyr.

Sagittaron law allows a prisoner to regain
his citizenship once he's served his time.

Tom Zarek represents
a danger to the entire fleet.

I can bar him from traveling to
Cloud Nine on that basis alone.

I perfectly understand
the threat Tom Zarek represents.

But the last thing I need is for you to start
acting like my own personal goon squad.

We need to let this play out.
Thank you.

McMANUS: [On radio] Hold on to your shorts, folks. Another stunning development.

We're getting a live feed from theAstral Queen.

Tom Zarek is about to make a statement.

ZAREK: Citizens of the 12 Colonies, I am
humbled and moved by this great honor.

I will be a voice for those who
have gone too long unheard...

by a government that serves only
the privileged and the powerful...

that turns a blind eye to the
needs of the weak and the poor.

But Roslin and her confederates
will no longer be able to ignore us.

ZAREK: [On radio] People of the fleet, look up. The winds of change are blowing.

A new era is about to dawn.

[Theme music]

Hey, Doc.

Lieutenant Thrace, to what
do I owe this honor?

Our shuttle leaves for Cloud Nine
at 05:12 tomorrow, so don't be late.

"Our" shuttle?

A surprise getaway?
Just the two of you?

I'm going to be handling
your security.

Please don't touch that.
Thank you.

- Security for what?
- You haven't heard?

It's all over talk wireless.

When would I have the chance
to listen to talk wireless?

I have 60 years of work
in front of me.

Anyway, talk wireless is just an excuse
really for lowbrow rabble-rousing.

You've been selected as Caprica's
delegate to the Quorum of 12.

Me?

Is this some kind of joke?

Guess you got the super-genius vote.
No accounting for taste.

- STARBUCK: Congratulations, Doctor.
- BALTAR: Thank you.

Politics is the only thing
more boring than blood samples.

All those interminable speeches.
All that dreary pomp.

Parties full of young women
drawn to men of power.

But when the people call,
you must serve.

APOLLO: I can't remember the last
time I felt the sunlight on my face.

Sure feels good.
Almost like the real thing.

[Birds chirping]

STARBUCK: They could've done a
better job with the horizon, though.

Security's going to be a bitch.

A thousand different places
for a sniper to hide.

How many people are
we dealing with again?

APOLLO: Oh, five hundred plus.

APOLLO: Each colony's sending a
delegation of leading citizens.

Great. Herds of lookie-loos, any
one of whom could be a Cylon.

APOLLO: Toasters aren't our only problem.
Don't you pay any attention to politics?

- No.
- A lot of unrest out there.

So why is Roslin insisting
on letting so many people come?

I guess she thinks
it's important to them...

to be able to observe
how their government works.

So basically, she's already
running for reelection.

APOLLO:
No, Kara.

[Apollo screaming]

APOLLO: Kara, give me that.

[Both laughing heartily]

SECURITY AGENT: Thank you, sir.
Enjoy your day.

PALACIOS:
The atmosphere is electric...

as Quorum members arrive
with their delegations.

I'm outside theCloud Nine Ballroom...

where the reception of the new Quorum of 12 is about to take place.

The question on everyone's mind is, will President Roslin shake the hand of the man...

many still regard
as a terrorist...

or will she snub him, and by extension,
all the people of Sagittaron?

Colonel Tigh.

- My wife, Ellen.
- Welcome aboard.

Kill me now.

[Ellen clears throat]

Colonel Tigh.

- APOLLO: Starbuck,
Apollo. Zarek's here. - STARBUCK: Copy.

STARBUCK: Don't worry. This guy's
mine the second he makes a wrong move.

APOLLO: [On wireless] Yeah? Well, you'll have to beat me to him.

Murderer. You don't belong here, Zarek.
Go back.

GRIMES: What did you say? He's not
a murderer, he's a freedom fighter.

- GRIMES: All right?
- APOLLO: Excuse me.

- May I see your security pass, sir?
- Not a problem.

I'm a citizen of Sagittaron.
I've got every legal right to be here.

Your rights don't extend
to roughing people up.

Lay a hand on anyone else and you'll
be getting to know Galactica's brig.

APOLLO: Well, everything's in order.
Enjoy your stay on Cloud Nine.

Oh, I will.

- ZAREK: Tom Zarek. - TIGH:
Colonel Tigh, Battlestar Galactica.

I see.

My wife.

- Does she have a name?
- Ellen.

ZAREK: Call me Tom. I don't
like to stand on ceremony.

I'm the same way. All this
pretension makes me sick.

You're holding up the line.

Thank you for making me
feel welcome, Ellen.

I hope to see you again.

Why did you do that?

To get our picture on the front page of every
newsletter and photo service in the fleet.

I don't need my picture
taken with a terrorist.

Wake up, Saul.
Look at these cameras.

[Ellen giggles pretentiously]

Roslin's the past, Zarek's the future.
A blind man can see that.

- ZAREK: Madame President.
- ROSLIN: Mr. Zarek.

If I were to offer you
my hand in friendship...

would you take it?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

[Cameras clicking]

[Crowd chattering]

- ZAREK: That was nicely played.
- ROSLIN: Thank you.

Just remember, I'm not your
enemy, Madame President.

ROSLIN: And I know today's
agenda is rather large...

but I think that if you'll look
at the scheduled meetings...

you'll see that they concern
issues vital to the fleet.

In some cases, existing policies...

regarding matters such as the distribution of medical supplies...

NO. 6: You're missing
an intriguing opportunity.

Playa's not wearing
any underwear.

Oh, don't be absurd.

Really?

She's been eyeing you
all afternoon.

She's certainly human.

You're not jealous?

NO. 6:
Love isn't about sex, Gaius.

That's an enlightened point
of view.

I've been thinking...

and as far as I'm concerned
you can have any woman you want.

But always remember...

I have your heart.

Yes. Of course you do.

I can always rip it out
of your chest if I need to.

[Baltar coughs]

ROSLIN:
So if there are no objections...

the chair will entertain motions to
accept today's agenda as proposed.

I have an objection.

[People murmuring]

The chair recognizes Sagittaron.

All the items on your agenda
are important, I agree.

Ration distribution, education, medical
services, all very, very important.

But I'm frankly shocked to discover...

the most critical issue of all
is nowhere to be found.

Really? Well, perhaps
Mr. Zarek could enlighten us?

The election of
a vice president.

If, gods forbid, anything should
happen to you, Madame President...

we have no designated successor.

The civilian branch of our government would be paralyzed...

leaving the door wide open
for a military dictatorship.

Sagittaron moves that the first
item on the Quorum's agenda...

should be nominations
for vice president.

Second.

- Second.
- Second.

[People murmuring]

Caprica seconds
for various reasons...

which are far too obvious and
numerous to go into right now.

But certainly, I think we can all agree that
it'd be a good idea to have a successor.

The motion has been
moved and seconded.

All those in favor of opening nominations
for the vice presidency, say aye.

ALL: Aye.

Aye.

ROSLIN: The ayes have it.

The floor is now open for nominations.
The chair recognizes Virgon.

Now, there is only
one man here...

who is willing to work for the
betterment of the people in this fleet.

When I asked for his help...

he sent a crew to fix the air
filtration system on my ship...

and, hell, they were finished and
gone while I was still waiting...

for the president's office
to return my call.

I nominate Tom Zarek.

Thanks.

[All murmuring]

[Gravel pounding]

Is there a second?

Gemenon seconds the nomination.

The nomination of Tom Zarek for the
vice presidency has been accepted.

[All applauding]

The chair will remain open
for 72 hours for nominations.

This session is now adjourned.

ROSLIN: Thomas Zarek is not
going to be my vice president.

Six months until the presidential election.
We could've handpicked a candidate.

It didn't shock me
when Bagot nominated him.

- But, Porter, that was surprising.
- Not really.

The Gemenon ships use more water per
capita than any other ships in the fleet.

She wanted more rations,
I said no.

Zarek may have made some new
friends in the last few weeks...

but there are still plenty
out there who hate him.

Don't underestimate Zarek.

He's charismatic
and knows what buttons to push.

Frankly, Madame President, I am concerned
about the security aboard Cloud Nine.

ROSLIN: I want you leaning
forward on this, Captain.

ROSLIN: If they even sneeze,
they better have a handkerchief.

Understood.

We need a candidate.

Someone who will quickly
win the delegates' support.

An established name.

I'm not a politician.

ROSLIN: But you know
how to get things done.

You have kept this fleet
functioning all this time.

No. Thanks, but....

I cannot allow Tom Zarek to be one
heartbeat away from the presidency, Wally.

ROSLIN: I need you.

You got me, Madame President.

How can you reassure people that you're
looking out for their interests...

as opposed to the rehabilitation
of Tom Zarek?

That's a great question, Playa.
This is how I see it.

We're facing a situation
so unique, so specific...

that I believe we need
not only new leadership...

but a whole new way of thinking.

Like blowing up
a building or two?

ZAREK: If things weren't so
serious, I'd say that was funny.

Look, there's no economy.
There's no market. No industry.

No capital. Money is worthless.

And yet, we're all held hostage by
the idea of the way things used to be.

ZAREK: Look where we are.

ZAREK: This man
wakes up every morning...

tugs on his boots and goes
to work in this garden.

ZAREK: [On radio] Why? Because it's his job? What job?

He labors, but he gets no benefit from his labor.

And he's not the only one.

Many of us are just still going
through the motions of our old lives.

The lawyers still act like
lawyers, but they have no clients.

[On radio] Businessmen still act like businessmen, but have no business.

President Roslin and her policies are
all about holding on to a fantasy.

[On radio] If we want to survive, we need to completely restructure our lives.

We need to think
about the community of citizens.

The group,
not the individual.

We need to completely free ourselves of
the past and operate as a collective.

You're not interested in the citizens.
You just want power.

Hey, turn that crap off.

[Clicks off]

You know, I was listening
to that broadcast.

APOLLO: You again?

That's a shame.

They want to hear Mr. Zarek speak, too.
Don't you, buddy?

See? He wants to hear Mr. Zarek.

How about you? You want to
hear what Mr. Zarek has to say?

I don't mind one way
or the other.

Well, I take that as a yes.
So turn it on.

- Now.
- Leave it.

Mr. Zarek is a representative of
the people and we are the people.

Well, you're people. Sort of.

GRIMES: You know, I don't
like your tone, flyboy...

so why don't you just move along out of
here and go enjoy the imitation weather?

I'd be happy to,
after you leave.

Which is now.

GRIMES: Okay.

Don't want no trouble.

[Apollo grunts]

STARBUCK: What the hell?

[Both grunting]

[Starbuck grunting]

[Groaning and grunting]

[Both grunting]

STARBUCK: There's a gun.

[Apollo groaning in pain]

Starbuck. Starbuck!

STARBUCK: Incoming.

[Starbuck grunts]

[Both exclaiming]

APOLLO:
Are you looking for this?

[Gun cocking]

[Starbuck panting heavily]

The Telamon Building's still standing.
That's Delphi, all right.

Now, all we have to do
is wait until dark...

infiltrate the most heavily fortified
military hub on this planet...

hope the Cylons haven't
completely wasted the spaceport...

steal a ship, locate Galactica and fly
to her without getting shot to hell.

- Is that all?
- Yeah.

[Thunder rumbling]

Well, I guess we can relax until dark.
Might as well make ourselves comfortable.

- BOOMER: You hungry?
- HELO: No, not right now.

- HELO: Your stomach's feeling better?
- BOOMER: Starving.

I've been trying to make sense out of
the two women we saw with the Cylons.

And?

I can't fathom why anybody
would wanna help the toasters.

And they just happened to be twins?
That's too weird.

You got a better explanation?

You think the Cylons could
be messing with human DNA?

HELO: Cloning people
or something?

BOOMER: Could be.

That would explain
how they took us by surprise.

They had these replicated humans
infiltrating the colonies...

laying the groundwork
for the surprise attack.

You know,
if they were human clones...

that means they're capable of
complex emotions, maybe even love.

Maybe they were misguided in the
way that they were indoctrinated.

Whatever they are, they're not human. No
human could do the things they've done.

Killed billions
of innocent people.

They've got to be frakking Cylons,
just like the rest of them.

Why do you have
a summit itinerary?

Why circle every public appearance by President Roslin?

[Thudding]

It's not mine.

Some stranger wandered down the hall, picked
the lock to your room and left it there?

False-bottom with anechoic
coating to absorb X-rays.

[Screaming] Ceramic stealth gun.

You sure went through a lot of
trouble to get that weapon onboard.

I carry a lot of money.
I need protection.

APOLLO: Right.

[Screaming] The money's worthless.
Your friend Zarek pointed that out.

I don't even know Zarek.

Your pal Grimes says different.
He gave you up.

You're bluffing.
You haven't got anything.

But we don't need
anything, Valance.

Because this isn't a trial.
This is just you and us in this room.

STARBUCK: Like Zarek pointed out,
we're living in a whole new world.

There's no due process.

This is your courtroom.

And that would make us
your executioners.

STARBUCK: So you might want to cooperate,
or else you're going out an air lock.

Because that's what
we do to traitors.

VALANCE: Look, I....

I just came over here
for the booze and the food.

That's it.

You know what?
Frak you!

APOLLO: We put all the heat on Valance we
could and we still can't tie him to Zarek.

I know Zarek's behind this.
Keep working on Valance.

We will. To be safe, I think you should
send the entire Sagittaron delegation back.

Can't do that. Violates their civil
rights, plays right into Zarek's hands.

But he could still have another
shooter on Cloud Nine...

and if Zarek wins the vote,
he's more than capable...

of ordering your assassination
and ascending to the presidency.

Zarek's not going to win because
I'm not going to let him.

Meanwhile, you're gonna keep Zarek under
surveillance, tap his phones, bug his room.

If you find anything that remotely
connects Zarek to Valance...

shut him down.

The domestic policies that we've been
talking about over the last little while...

such as employment
and housing and education....

Latest vote count:
seven for Gray, five for Zarek.

We're slipping.
He was four an hour ago.

- Zarek must be making promises.
- Picon flipped.

ROSLIN: [Whispering] We've got to hold
the colonies till we vote tomorrow.

GRAY: On Page 33 of my mission statement...

I lay out a 16-point educational program that the president and I have developed.

Individuals with four-year college degrees will be eligible.

Hi. How are you doing?
Remember me?

We got Valance.
And you're next.

GRAY: Health care, it's one thing to talk....

- ZAREK: Can I get you something?
- ELLEN: So you work here now?

Why should I ask the bartender
to get me a drink?

- What's in it for him?
- A big tip.

What would he
spend it on?

So, are you worried about Wallace Gray?
I hear he's ahead in the vote count.

Whatever the people want
is fine by me.

Everyone has an agenda.
I know I do.

ZAREK: And what would that be?

The same as yours, Tom.
Me. Myself.

And, oh, I.

You are clearly a well-connected,
well-informed woman.

ELLEN: Wife of the XO,
for whatever that's worth.

That's quite a bit.
Now and in the future.

That's what I'm interested in,
Tom, is my place...

and my husband's place
in the future.

Okay.

I'm looking for a friend of mine.
His name is Valance.

How the hell did this happen?

We've got to get
to the president.

McMANUS: [On radio] We're here with Dr. Gaius Baltar, representative of Caprica.

Dr. Baltar, I have one question.

Is President Roslin's political career terminal or is there hope of resuscitating it?

BALTAR: Laura Roslin's political
career is very much alive...

and to underestimate her
would be a very serious mistake.

- You miss the limelight,
don't you, Gaius? - Yes, I have.

- You have what, Dr. Baltar?
- Nothing. You were saying?

So you seriously believe
that this schoolteacher...

is able to handle the job
of presidency?

His wrists were slashed
with broken glass from the room.

- So was it suicide or was it murder?
- It was no suicide.

- Zarek had him killed.
- If only we could prove that.

How'd they get past
the Marine Guards?

APOLLO: Through the vent.

BALTAR: [On radio] I'm glad to hear it...

because all of us have had teachers who made a profound impact on our lives.

History is full of examples
of leaders...

who have come from
the most humble beginnings...

and have risen to meet the challenge
posed by cataclysmic events.

APOLLO: How many people knew
where Valance was being held?

STARBUCK: Just the people in
this room plus two Marines.

BALTAR: ...criticize Roslin and the tough decisions she has to make every day.

Especially, if you're someone like Tom Zarek...

who's never shouldered any real responsibility in your life.

To be fair to Tom, how could he?
He's been in prison the last 20 years.

Now he's had a drastic
personality makeover...

he's posing like he is
the savior to all your ills.

I think you all
have a short memory.

Well, someone talked.

And now we have no assassin,
no evidence of a plot...

no check on Zarek, no nothing.

If he can get to Valance,
he can get to anyone.

Madame President, he will definitely
try and take a shot at you now.

Only if he wins the vote.

What I have to say is,
we must survive.

[On radio] And we will survive.

And we will do so through the values
that have made our colonies great.

Courage. Truth. Justice. Liberty.

With a firm and deep resolve
to make tomorrow better.

Not just for ourselves,
but for our children.

[All applauding]

Madame President, I still worry the
vote may be trending against you.

ROSLIN: Yes, it is.

But I'm going to win
this thing.

And Tom Zarek is going back to
his prison ship where he belongs.

ROSLIN: But first I have two very
unpleasant duties to perform.

I need a shuttle to Cloud Nine.

What am I supposed to say?

- Health reasons.
- Oh, right, fine. Health reasons.

You know, all those years...

I watched you working with Adar.

You were always so quiet,
so polite...

so dignified.

I never thought you'd fit in with the
bare-knuckled, backstabbing politicians.

I guess I was wrong.

All clear.

Dr. Baltar? Are you in here?

[Toilet flushing]

BALTAR: Madame President?

I heard you on the wireless. You
were very articulate, quite engaging.

Oh, thank you.

Why, that's
very encouraging.

Yeah, I was just trying to do my bit as
the elected representative of Caprica.

And, uh...

besides, I'm beginning
to get a real feel for politics.

So I take it you're not voting
for Mr. Zarek?

Any man who uses their intelligence
and resources to blow up a building...

doesn't get my vote, no.

No, I'm voting for your man Gray.
He's really great.

He's great. He is great,
which is why he's got my vote.

ROSLIN: Unfortunately...

Mr. Gray dropped out
of the race.

- Then who do you want me to vote for?
- I was thinking you.

Me?

- Look... - Doctor,
let's cut to the chase.

ROSLIN: You're a very
popular man these days.

ROSLIN: I would be fortunate
to have your intellect...

and your popularity
right by my side.

Under those circumstances,
I accept.

- BALTAR: Thank you, Madame President.
- ROSLIN: Thank you.

Wow. What are you going
to do now?

Now....

Now I'm going to give you
an exclusive.

BALTAR: After you.

So what are we supposed to do? Sit on
our hands and watch her get killed?

Zarek's too smart to take another shot
at the president during the summit.

If he wins the vote,
he can take her out later...

when everyone's forgotten
about Valance.

He'll just bide his time
to find a better opportunity.

That's great.

Anyway, she says she's not
going to lose the vote.

She says a lot of things.

Don't you think
you should wash that?

STARBUCK: I did.

APOLLO: Like when, a month ago?

- Do you have a problem with my hygiene?
- You have hygiene?

I clean up good sometimes,
all right?

Well, let me know when
it's one of those times.

Tauron, Gaius Baltar.

The surprises just
keep on coming.

A number of the Quorum delegates
have now shifted their support...

to the scientific genius...

a man who is credited with saving
the fleet on numerous occasions.

At this point, Jim,
it is anyone's guess...

as to who's going to win, but my
money is on Gaius... uh, Dr. Baltar.

Aquaria, Thomas Zarek.

Aerilon:

Tom Zarek.

PALACIOS: The vote is now
six-five in favor of Tom Zarek.

The next vote will determine our new vice president.

If Zarek gets it, he wins.

In the event of a tie, the president will cast the deciding vote.

[All cheering]

Citizens...

I give you your new vice
president, Dr. Gaius Baltar!

[Upbeat jazzy instrumental
music playing]

[All applauding]

The perks of power,
Mr. Vice President.

We're going to do
great things together.

Good. It's difficult to fathom.
I never aspired to power.

Of course you didn't, Gaius.
But someone had to step up.

- Well, after what Laura told me....
- Laura?

BALTAR: Yeah, we're on
a first-name basis now.

Now look, I think
the people need me.

Excuse us.

So...

that bum knee of yours
is looking pretty good.

And the other one's
not too bad either.

Lee, if you want to ask me
to dance, just ask.

You want to dance?

Me in a dress is a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

- Madame President.
- Mr. Zarek.

Oh, don't worry.
I won't be kissing you today.

That's a shame.

I shaved very closely in
anticipation of being smacked by you.

That was very nicely played.

Again.

But there's still a presidential
election in six months.

- I'll see you then.
- I have no doubt.

Oh, one thing you should know.

I didn't kill Valance.

I wonder who did.

[All applauding]

Madame President, good evening.

I thought you hated
these things.

It's Colonial Day.
Where else would I be? I'm a patriot.

You really are, aren't you?

ADAMA: Dr. Baltar.
Interesting choice.

I figured, the devil you know.

Politics. As exciting as war.

ADAMA: Definitely as dangerous.

Though in war you only
get killed once.

In politics,
it can happen over and over.

You're still standing.

So are you.

And I can dance.

[Music continues playing]

- I have a surprise for you.
- Uh-oh. Should I be worried?

[Giggling mischievously]

Not unless you consider a day...

in a luxury suite aboard the Rising
Staras something to be worried about.

What? How did you swing that?

Ah! I have my ways.

[Ellen giggles]

[Ellen exclaims contentedly]

What you need to do...

is figure out a way to get slave-driving
Bill to give you the day off.

TIGH: [Chuckling] Yeah.

And while we're there, we might
want to talk to a few people...

- about your future.
- What?

Later, my love.
It can all wait until later.

Any second now.

[Both panting]

If we get caught,
if anything happens....

You don't have to say anything.
I know.

We're going to make it, Sharon.
Okay?

[Ship humming]

Okay. Go. Go. Go.

We still look like
we're in good shape.

[Muffled speech]

[Muffled speech]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshot]

Sharon?

We're still alive.
Why nobody else?

You never get tired.

Just trust me.

Helo, come with me. Helo!

Helo. Helo.

[Exclaiming in despair]

- Rock, paper, scissors?
- Cool.

[Screams]