Battlestar Galactica (2004–2009): Season 2, Episode 20 - Lay Down Your Burdens: Part 2 - full transcript

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

We lost her.

We did the best we could, but she's dead.
And that's all there is to it.

It's you and me from now on, no matter what.
Just like we agreed.

I just can't get her out of
my head, our little girl.

She's so beautiful.

You understand, Maya, that this
adoption requires absolute secrecy.

You have my word.

I'm leaving Galactica, not you.

I don't know how we can.

I don't either,
but I know I'm gonna try



if you will.

I'm Brother Cavil.

I understand you've asked
for religious counseling.

Let's talk about what happened.

Chief?

Ah!

I don't understand
howl could do that to Cally.

You think you're a Cylon.

I am not a Cylon.

Well, of course you're not,

but that's what
you're afraid of, isn't it?

We have our own Cylon prisoner.

She's obviously
been abused, tortured.

I know a place where you can
stay, where you will be safe.



Where I can look after you...

Vice President Baltar offered the contents
of this case as proof of his sincerity.

A nuclear bomb?

I'm afraid that
I have no alternative

but to announce that I am, as of
now, a candidate for the presidency.

What should be
important to you, personally,

is that Roslin's up
three points in the polls.

Hey, I'm picking up
a large planetary body.

Hey, you know what this is?

It's habitable.

We may have just found a world
that can support human life.

We needed an issue,

something to set us
apart from Roslin.

This is it.

Permanent settlement
on this planet.

What took you so long?

We got Marines and Raptors.

We're gonna get you and your
people out of here, okay?

Incoming!

Go! Go! Go!

There's no way out!

Go! Move!

Get up and get going.

They've got us zeroed in.

If we stay here,
they're gonna chew us up!

All right, we've got to fall back.
Position up this hill. Let's go!

- Let's move, people!
- Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

The jaw's set nicely.
You're done here.

I'm kicking you out of here
and sending you back to work.

Work? Like this?

You gotta love a woman who can
complain even with her jaw wired shut.

You got a visitor.

I'm sorry.

What I did was

unforgivable,

inexcusable.

I didn't come here to...

I forgive you.

No, Cally, no.

It wasn't you. I know that.

It wasn't you.

It was me.

I may have been out of my mind
and not know where I was...

Doing or anything,
but it was me.

You're in pain.

I know you've been in pain
for a really long time.

Don't feel sorry for me.

I care about you.
I always have.

I always will.

Move! Come on!

- Let's go! Let's go!
- Come on, get up!

Get them up! Get them up!

This way!

Let's go!
Get in there! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Come on, get in here!

Get him up there!
Get him up there, now!

Sharon, take the gun!

Ammo!

They've got us
boxed in here really good!

Can't reach the Raptors.

The Cylons have
jammed the freqs.

Frak!

Are they still out there?

Watch yourself.

Yeah,
they're holding back, though.

Yeah, but why?

They're holding position,
sending for non-lethal weapons.

They want some prisoners
for interrogation.

The rest they're
gonna send to the farm.

I'm not going back
to one of those farms.

Yeah, well, you don't have any choice.
None of us will.

They're gonna lob some gas in here and
then we'll all wake up somewhere else.

Damn.

So what you want to do here?

Sit it out.
Wait and see if she's right.

If she is, then you and me,
we've gotta have an agreement.

An agreement?

I'm not going back to one of
those farms, Sam. I'm not.

So if she's right

and they throw gas in here,

you do me, I do you.

What are you talking about?

This is what I'm
talking about, okay?

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

Down two more points, and this after
hearing his notions of social policy.

Not to mention his wishful thinking
that he's calling security policy.

Are people really
gonna be that stupid?

Are they really gonna be
that shortsighted?

He's got the only
issue people care about.

Oh, I know. The planet.

That's all anybody wants to talk
about is a frakking planet.

Excuse my... My language, Tory.
I'm sorry.

I know in my gut that settling on
this planet's gonna mean disaster

for humanity, and I will not say
otherwise just to win an election.

As you wish, Madam President.

So, I guess I should
start packing up my office

unless you have some super-secret back-up
plan for victory in your pocket.

There's always a back-up
plan for victory.

Just in time for the priest.

Oh, good. Send him in.

18 hours.

They're taking their good,
sweet time out there.

They could've overrun us
at any point during the night.

They're up to something.

What are we up to?

Got any brilliant ideas in
that military brain of yours?

We do the same thing
we always do,

fight them till we can't.

What do you think?

Let's get
a recon crew together.

Scout the area.

Figure out what's
going on out there.

Clear.

They're gone.

They just left.

Thank the gods.

It's a miracle.

Let us pray.

Lords of Kobol, we trust in your
benevolence and praise your righteousness.

Give the people of this fleet
the wisdom to see the goodness

and the strength of your
servant, Laura Roslin.

Amen.

Admiral?

Madam President...

The Admiral's not here.

This is my meeting.

I wanted us to talk privately, without
the press getting wind of it.

Please have a seat.

Well, you must have something very
interesting to say to resort to such

pedestrian methods
of deception.

The question
of permanent settlement

may well be the most important
issue we face since the attack.

I agree. Good.

The question should be carefully studied
before making the final decision.

And the middle of an election campaign
is hardly the time for careful study.

Therefore, I propose a truce.

You and I will issue
a joint statement

declaring that the question be
tabled till after this election.

We will both pledge that
regardless of who is elected,

the decision will be made only
after careful deliberation

involving all elements
of the public,

and after consultation with the
military and the Quorum of Twelve.

Doctor,

I know we've had
our disagreements,

but this issue transcends
personal disagreement

as well as politics.

I am appealing here
to your sense of patriotism.

Let me tell you, my sense of
patriotism is doing just fine.

Thank you very much for asking.

I see it as my patriotic duty

to lead this fleet
to a new world.

That new world is
unquestionably New Caprica.

But thank you, Madam President,

for demonstrating to me

just how desperate your campaign
for reelection has become.

Were you with a blonde woman on
Caprica just prior to the attack?

What?

She knows.

Were you

with a tall, blonde woman

in the Riverwalk section
of Caprica City,

just prior to the attack?

She can see right through you.

Get out of here now.

You'll resort to anything
at this stage, won't you?

I'm afraid my affairs on Caprica,
and who I chose to consort with,

are none of your business.

You know, I saved your life.

I won't save
your political career.

We are not moving down
to that planet.

If Baltar wins the election...

Baltar won't win
the goddamn election...

If he does, then what?

We're gonna just sit
on this ship and rot

while everyone else gets
to start a new life?

Ellen, my job is to protect
the fleet from the Cylons,

and that's exactly
what I'll be doing.

If you want to move down
there, go ahead, be my guest.

Go down and cat around
with all the men,

have yourself a good old time.

Saul, I want you.

You got to be kidding me.

I'll be right down.

Starbuck's back.

I gotta get down there.

Put him in here!

Hey, hey, guys, take it easy with it.
Come on.

Am I good or what?

There's gonna be
no living with her now.

It's good to see you.
Welcome back.

Thank you, sir.

I brought some friends with me.

I see.

Right, right. Um...

This is, um...

Wow. This is
Samuel T. Anders of...

I know who he is.

Damn good to meet you, sir.

Caprica Buccaneers.
That's right.

A hell of a player.

Picon Panther fan myself.

Well,
we enjoy beating them, too.

It's good to have you aboard.
Thank you.

I have news.
Good news, actually.

The Cylon occupation is over.

They left. They're gone.

What are you talking about?

BROTHER CAVIL 23 It's true.

The Cylons have
left the Colonies.

They're headed
for greener pastures.

Security!

What the hell?

Code Blue!

He's a Cylon.

Back off, Chief. We've got him.

Well, this is
an awkward moment.

Yes, he's right. I'm a Cylon.

And I have a message.

So, take me to your leader.

Take him to the brig.

Take that to the brig, too.

What?
Admiral, she didn't know...

Don't even start.

Of course she knew.

Welcome to Galactica.

Why the frak
didn't you say anything?

I don't know.
Maybe I didn't want to.

Or maybe I wanted him to come
here and blow up the whole ship.

Is that what
you're looking for?

Hmm?

You don't mean that.

Sharon, we'd finally got the
Admiral to start trusting us.

Finally.

And what?

They killed my baby.

You think I care
about you or us

or whether the Admiral
trusts me anymore?

Hey!

Sharon, I love you!

And I'm not giving up this frakking easy!
Not after everything!

Are you ready? All right.

Aah!

No, no, no, no, no.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Hey, hey, hey, listen, you
don't have to get me drunk.

I will sleep with you, okay?

I figure I owed you one, what
with you saving me and all.

Little slut. Shut up.

Now you're gonna play hard to get.
Yeah.

My hero.

Gods, I guess they'll let
anybody in here these days.

Hey.

Hi.

Welcome back.

Do you want to meet my man?

Your man? Hmm.

My personal property.

Right, Sammy?

Don't call me Sammy.

Oh!

How does it feel to be
my personal property?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And before you answer.

He loves it.

I bet he does.
I'm Lee, by the way.

Hey, Samuel. I'm sorry.

I've heard a lot about you.

Pleasure. A shot?

Sure, why not.

Lee, when are you
gonna get yourself a girl?

I'm doing fine, thank you.

You're not still frakking
Dualla, are you?

Thanks a lot.

I'm not one to like, you
know, lecture or anything

'cause I'll do just about
anything to get into the pants

of some hot, little
young thing.

Hey!

Is that all I am to you?

Yes, but you love it.

That's right. I don't mind
doing charity work.

You are a hot, little thing,
but you know that.

Thank you.

Where did he go?

I'm here to deliver a message.

After that, you can do whatever
you want with me. I don't care.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on?

I'm not a frakking Cylon.
I'm not...

Oh. Well.

Okay, then.

Sorry to bust up
your day, Brother,

but there's been
a change of plans.

It's been decided that the occupation
of the Colonies was an error.

I could have told them that.

Bad thinking, faulty logic.

Our first major
error of judgment.

Well, live and learn.
But the war heroes

have managed to swing
opinion over to their side.

What heroes?

A Six and an Eight. One of the
Eights you know as Sharon Valerii.

Their voices carry
a lot of weight,

so when they started talking about
our mistakes and our corruption

and our need for
a new beginning,

the rest of us
listened to them.

You see, we're not like you.

We can admit our mistakes, and
we're not afraid of change.

So you abandoned the Colonies,

leaving behind a devastated,
nuclear wasteland.

And we're supposed
to be grateful?

Our pursuit of this fleet
of yours was another error.

That's two, for anyone
who's keeping score.

Both errors led to
the same result.

We became what we beheld.

We became you.

Amen.

People should be true
to who and what they are.

We're machines.

We should be true to that.

Be the best machines
the universe has ever seen.

But we got it into our heads that
we were the children of humanity.

So, instead of pursuing
our own destiny

of trying to find
our own path to enlightenment,

we hijacked yours.

You said it, Brother.

My mission here is simple.

I'm to tell you that you've
been given a reprieve.

Cylon and man will now
go their separate ways.

No harm done.

No harm?

You completely
annihilated our race

and destroyed our civilization.

Now, if you're gonna start
pointing fingers...

Where did the Cylons go?
Back to their home world?

Well, I'd rather not
say just now.

Let's just say
we have other plans.

New marching orders
by your one true god?

There is no god.

Supernatural divinities
are the primitive's answer

for why the sun
goes down at night.

At least that's what we've been
telling the others for years.

We can't really prove it one
way or the other, of course.

You know a way to prove it?

Throw them both out the airlock. Let
them see if there really is a Cylon god.

Ballots from the Adriatic. D?

Right. This way.

It has been an exciting day.

The election has been
a real rollercoaster ride.

The polls now have been
closed for about five hours,

results have come in, and
it's been a see-saw battle,

back and forth between
the presidential candidates.

So, all night long,
as we of course suspected it would be.

We're still waiting for a few
more numbers to come in now,

from the counting room
of Galactica,

which, I must tell you,
as some of you may know,

was the source of a bit
of a controversy yesterday.

Councilman Zarek
had filed a formal complaint

against the use of military...

The military involvement
in the election process.

Now, it's just reached...
A compromise was just reached

late yesterday,
allowing Galactica

to provide security
for the balloting,

as well as civilians to oversee

and then to monitor
the situation.

Yes, okay. Now we have some
more votes coming in here.

Still not done, but what we have so
far is 6,282 more votes for Baltar,

which puts his total now to

21,569.

Is that... Is that correct?

And we also have Roslin.

Her total now is at 17,754.

We've had 2,981 more votes come
in for Roslin at this time.

So that is how things
are looking at this point.

We'll continue to bring you up-to-the-minute
coverage as the count progresses.

Yeah, it's me.

Is this a secure line?

Okay.

There are only five ships
left to report in.

We need to move now.

I'll take care of it.

Lieutenant.

I'll be right back.

Are those the ballots
from the Zephyr?

Yes, sir.

All right,
we'll take it from here.

We were told to take these
to the ballot room, sir.

Counting has already begun.
We'll take it from here.

Right there, please.

Last one.

We have some more results
that have come in here now.

And, uh...

Wow, okay. 8,593 for Roslin,

now, which puts her
over the top.

That's 24,265 for Laura Roslin.

Is that correct?

And 22,366 for Gaius Baltar.

We're gonna check these again because
that has put her over the top.

She... She has done it.

She has retained the Presidency

in an improbable comeback in the
final hours of the campaign.

Again we will, of course, like to
check those numbers if we could,

but it appears that Laura Roslin
has retained the Presidency

in defiance of the polls, the pundits
and the purveyors of gloom and doom.

But I've never seen a
political race end like this,

but it has just happened.

I'm James McManus.
We'll check those numbers

and we'll get back to you
very shortly. Thank you.

I've seen
a lot of elections, Gaius.

Most honest, a few fixed.

And you can always tell the fixed
ones because they don't make sense.

And this doesn't make sense.

Laura Roslin is many things,

but she's not corrupt.

And she's not dishonest.

It's over.

Congratulations,
Madam President.

Well, thank you.

I hope you don't take this
the wrong way,

but are you as shocked as I am?

I'm relieved.

Well, you don't sound it.

I'm just tired.

It's been a long campaign.

Colonel?

May I speak to you
for a moment?

What's up?

Sir, I'm afraid these ballots
from the Zephyr are wrong.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Dr. Baltar's name is spelled
correctly on these ballots.

But this morning
the Zephyr called me

and told me their ballots
had a misprint.

They misspelled Baltar's
first name.

We didn't have time
to print new ballots,

so I told them on my authority
to go ahead, use them anyway.

Baltar's name is spelled
correctly here.

So they couldn't have come
from the Zephyr.

They're frauds.

Now, there's a complete chain
of custody

from the Zephyr,
all the way into this room.

So someone in the chain
is either the perpetrator

or at least,
a willing ally in...

Thanks for bringing this
to my attention.

I'll take care of it from here.

Yes, sir.

We should at least notify
the civilian observers

and the press
that these ballots will...

I said I'll take care
of it from here.

Yes, sir.

Madam President,
you should celebrate.

It's a great victory
and you've earned it.

Excuse me.

Admiral, we 'll talk later.
Thank you.

Adama.

Yes, sir,
this is Lieutenant Gaeta.

Sir,

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

Fast and straight, I'd advise.

Yes, sir.

Admiral, I believe that Colonel
Tigh is involved in a conspiracy

to rig the election
for President Roslin.

When I confronted the Colonel,
he admitted his guilt.

He said he acted in collusion
with your campaign manager,

Tory Foster.

Saul said Tory had contacted
him a few days ago.

He did it because he felt that Baltar
as president would be a disaster.

I said I agree,

but that what he had clone
was illegal.

A judicial tribunal
may have to be convened.

Stop.

I gave Tory the go ahead.

I didn't know exactly
what she was planning.

I certainly didn't know about Colonel Tigh.
Oh, my Gods.

But I did know that she was
planning to fix the vote.

You tried to steal an election?

Yes, I did.

And I got caught.

But Gaius Baltar

cannot become President
of the Colonies, Bill.

It cannot happen.

Laura,

I don't want him
as President either, but...

He's working with the Cylons.

I saw him just before
the attack on Caprica

with a copy of the tall,
blonde Cylon woman.

The same model who accused
Baltar of treason

before disappearing
from Galactica.

What the hell are you saying?

Why didn't you
say something before this?

Because I didn't remember
seeing him with that woman

until I remembered it
when I was dying.

I know how that sounds,
but it's real.

The same way Kobol is real

and the Tomb of Athena is real.

And the map to Earth is real.

Baltar is working
with the Cylons.

Even if that's true,
you have no proof.

No, I don't.

Do we steal the results of a
democratic election or not?

That's the decision.

Because if we do this,
we're criminals.

Unindicted, maybe,

but criminals just the same.

Yes, we are.

You won't do it.

We've gone this far,
but that's it.

Excuse me?

You try to steal this
election, you'll die inside.

Likely move your cancer
right to your heart.

People made their choice.

We're gonna have
to live with it.

It's the wrong choice.

Yes, it is.

All right, all right,
all right.

So, that's it.

We just give it up,
just like that.

The battle perhaps,

but not the war.

Well, the important thing is the
error was discovered and corrected.

You've been elected President.
Congratulations.

Thank you very much, Admiral.

Now about this error.

Exactly what kind
of a tabulating error

could have occurred
on your ship

that could have swung several
thousand votes away from me

in favor of your preferred
candidate, Admiral?

As soon as I have the time,
there will be an investigation.

I suggest that you
take your victory

and you leave it at that,
Doctor.

I think you'll find I can be
magnanimous in victory, Admiral.

And I believe the correct
honorific at this time is.

Mr. President Elect.

Set a course for New Caprica.

Jump completed. We are in
orbit around New Caprica.

We have all ships present
and accounted for, sir.

Send word to the Pegasus to launch their
initial ground team onto the surface.

Let's get a good
look at our new home.

Gods help us all.

Well...

Well...

I think my ability
to see you will no doubt be

constrained
by the responsibilities,

the requirements
of my new position.

Listen to me.

My new position.

But obviously, we...

We will have the chance to
connect, to get together again

on New Caprica, once...

I'm not going to New Caprica.

What?

What are you talking about?

I'm not going to New Caprica.

We're all going to New Caprica.

All of us.

Every last, single one of us.

It's our chance to be together.

To be together again.

No.

I can't do this anymore.

Stay.

If you'll raise your right
hand and repeat after me.

"L, Gaius Baltar,
do now avow and affirm."

"I, Gaius Baltar,
do now avow and affirm."

"That I take the office
of the President

"of the 12 Colonies of Kobol"

"without any moral reservation
or mental evasion."

"That I take the office
of President

"of the 12 Colonies of Kobol"

"without any moral reservation
or mental evasion."

"That I will protect and defend
the articles of colonization."

"That I will protect and defend
the articles of colonization."

"With every fiber of my being."

"With every fiber of my being."

Congratulations, Mr. President.

Congratulations, Mr. President.

Congratulations.

I accept the role
offered to me by the Colonies

with humility and gratitude.

Thank you.

No, no, no, wait.

And now,

because it was the first
will of the people,

lam going to sign
my first executive order,

requiring to immediately
establish settlements

on the planet we have come
to know as New Caprica.

You have your orders.

We suspect the warhead
was stolen from your lab,

then smuggled aboard
Cloud Nine by a Cylon agent.

I don't suppose I could interest
you in a cup of tea, Admiral?

A glass of ambrosia, biscuit...

Mr. President,

this may be the first step
in a coordinated Cylon attack.

I suggest our first priority be
to focus in on internal security.

No.

No, I don't think so.

Our first priority
is to the people.

See that they are safely
established on New Caprica.

Once that's accomplished,

we can put this tragedy
behind us.

You're not listening.

I don't have to listen.

I'm the President.

The settlement begins
and it begins now.

Mr. President?

President Baltar,
good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Oh.

Mr. President,
the union needs their answer.

The union.

If it's not the union,
it's the Quorum.

If it's not the Quorum,
it's the people's council.

We survived a nuclear
holocaust, Mr. Gaeta,

and the people complain
about the weather.

Well, sir,
it's hardly the weather...

Well, whatever it is.

How many Cylon attacks have
there been since I took office?

How many?

None, sir.

None. Precisely. So why
do the people complain?

Tell the union
to get off their fat asses

and do some frakking work
for a change

or I'll start
rounding up their leaders

and holding them in detention.

I doubt they'll like
that very much.

I'll tell them, Mr. President.

Thank you.

Good morning.

Where's my... Where's my pills?

I'm telling you to go, okay?

No, it's not okay.

I feel like
I'm abandoning my post.

It's time to pack it in,
Saul. You know it.

More than half the crew is down
there on the ground already.

We can barely put a squadron
in the air to train,

much less fly a decent cap.

We're not really doing
too much up here anymore.

Well, you're staying.

Yeah, well, someone has to
take care of the lighthouse.

Then I'll stay
and take care of it with you.

I appreciate that.

But you know there's only
one person per lighthouse.

We both know the Cylons
could still show up.

Anything's possible.

But we've been orbiting
New Caprica

longer than we ran
after the attack.

I don't think
they're coming back anymore.

Colonel,

good luck.

If she gives you
too much trouble,

find yourself a younger one.

Attention. Attention.

Please donate any available
clothing remnants,

to HTV's New Caprica
LOK outlet.

Any and all sizes are needed,
and your contribution

will help
our children and elderly.

Hey, have you seen Sam?

I think he's over there
playing pyramid.

Thanks.

Set her up.

Sam, you idiot!

I have been looking
for you everywhere!

What the hell are you thinking?

Looks like I'm in trouble.

Doc Cottle is here.
You're sick.

You are supposed to be in bed.

I would rather work this out of my system
right here than lie in bed all day.

Sam, come on.

Come on.

Duty calls.

Hey, you gotta be tough.

Where you going, Anders?

Tomorrow, man.
Same time, same score.

Send us another player then.

I can't believe I married a moron.
Are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Let's go! Let's go!

Ah.

I'll be right back, okay?

Hey, Doc, wait.

So?

There's fluid in the lungs.

It's probably pneumonia.

So give him something.

I'd love to.

I've been out of
antibiotics for months.

So what, that's it?

I have a lot of patients
to see,

but he's young and he's strong.

So, make him rest,
keep him warm

and with a little luck,
he'll make it.

Son of a bitch.

Please, just calm down.

Everybody listen,
just for a second.

Please. Please. Be quiet!

Hey! Shut the frak up!

When you elected me
union President,

I promised
I would keep us working.

Keep benefits flowing,
but most of all,

keep this city alive...
Colonel!

Hey!

I promised
we would stay on the job.

Wow, look at you.

Hi.

Oh, I'm so glad
you guys are here.

Me, too.

It's pretty, pretty exciting.

Yeah, that wears off.

So what's going on here?

President Baltar.

Men, women and children
are dependent on our...

Sir, Anders is really sick.

Doc Cottle's giving me
the runaround.

Says there's no antibiotics.

It's a load of crap.

Anything you can do to help
me cut through the red tape?

You should give Apollo a call.

Pegasus is sitting on
the backup meds.

He'd spring some for you.

Yeah, I doubt that.

That was a long time ago.

People change.

Health benefits,
rations and fair compensation.

Yes, we have
a vital responsibility.

Okay.

There comes a time
when you realize

that the engine you've built
with your blood and your sweat

and your tears is being used
for something so foul,

so perverted

that it makes you sick
in your heart.

And it's then that you must
throw your body on the gears

and on the levers and on the
machine itself and make it stop.

And we have to show
the people who run it,

the people who control it,
that unless we're free,

that machine will be prevented
from working at all!

Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

Okay, everybody
have that so far?

CHILDREN; Yeah.

Good, you're listening.

Think the President has a bit
of a problem on his hands.

I also want you
to look at Chapter 10,

it's the history
of the 12 Colonies.

It's really interesting.

The President's problems are
not our problems, right?

That's right.

Our problems are homework
for everyone tonight.

Now some of you are
going to stay and help me

with the art project
for the presentation.

Everyone else,
your parents are here.

Get your stuff, let's go!
Go on, get out of here!

- Bye, bye.
- Good job!

Yeah, okay. Bye, honey, thanks.

Good job. Good job.

I finished again...

That's wonderful.

Thank you, parents!

You know what?

Why don't you take the baby and go on, okay?
I'll finish up here.

You sure? Yes.

Yes, go ahead.

A bubblehead. I love this.
Are you staying?

Okay, everybody with an art
project, bring it up here!

Hello, Isis. Oh...

Section 7 power grid

is temporarily shut down
for repairs.

Hey, what's going on?

It's for you.

Who is it?

It's for you.

Who is it?

Right.

What do you want?

I need a favor.

Is that right?

I hear that you're hoarding a bunch
of antibiotics for the pilots.

Where did you hear that?

Anders is sick.
He has pneumonia, Lee.

I think that he might die.

Commander?

Wait one...

Yeah, lieutenant. What is it?

I'm not sure.

I'm picking up something
on dradis.

Dradis? How can you see anything
in that soup? I mean...

There it is. What is it?

Wait, what is that?

Oh, my Gods!

It's a Cylon fleet.

They found us.

They found us.

We have to get
out of here, sir.

We can't just leave
all those people behind.

There's nothing we can do.

It's taking us forever just to get
to action stations over here.

We're in no shape
for a fight, sir.

They'll be wiped out.

We don't have a choice. We need
to get out of here, right now!

All decks finally report
condition one, sir.

Should we launch
the alert fighters?

No.

Begin jump prep. We're leaving.

But we'll be back.

Start your prep.

Mr. President! Mr. President!

- Don't you knock?
- Gaius!

Gaius! Yeah, what is it?

The Cylons just jumped
into orbit

and the Fleet's jumped away.

Judgment day.

I'm looking for Kara Thrace.

I am Gaius Baltar,

President of the Colonies.

I know who you are, Gaius.

I know very well.

As long as you offer
no resistance,

you won't be harmed.

How do I know that?

You don't.

You also don't have any choice.

How did you find us?

Oh, it was
quite by accident, actually.

We were over a light year
away from here

when we detected
the radiation signature

of a nuclear detonation.

Very well.

On behalf of the people
of the 12 Colonies,

I surrender.

What do you want to do now,
Captain?

The same thing we always do.

Fight them until we can't.