Battlestar Galactica (2004–2009): Season 2, Episode 9 - Flight of the Phoenix - full transcript
While Tyrol decides to start building a new fighter, the Cylon virus is rearing its ugly head again. Boomer tells it means a large Cylon attack is imminent.
The Cylons Were
Created by Man
They Evolved
They Rebelled
There Are Many Copies
And They Have A Plan
Previously on
Battlestar Galactica...
We network the FTL computer
with a nav, dc, and
fire control computers.
Once they're linked, we'll only need
ten minutes to complete the calculations.
Really, you're gonna out-think
the Cylons at computer software?
Cylons are hacking our network.
Attempting to access our mainframe.
What the hell was that?
It's the virus, sir.
I think it must have...
spawned copies of itself in
some other computer systems.
It's knocked out main
power and auxiliary units.
I love you, chief.
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.
I have terminal
breast cancer.
Dr. Cottle will
verify the diagnosis.
I have a few months to live.
Viper 289,...
how are we
feeling today?
Great.
I thought I'd find you here.
Karl Agathon.
You want to sit in?
Maybe next time.
So he's the cylon lover.
You know what?
I don't care who or what he fraks.
He saved my ass
down there, all right?
How could anyone fall in love
with a toaster, though?
Same way I hear everyone was...
high-fiving our Sharon right before
she put two in Adama's chest.
The bastards frak with your head.
Yeah. Just ask the chief.
I knew it.
Unserviceable scrap
I need a drink.
Tan, rested, ready. Look at you.
Rested, anyway. Nothing to do but eat
and sleep in the can. Hey.
"Unauthorized discharge of a firearm"?
What a bogus charge.
I know.
They should have given you a medal for
popping that toaster.
Chief.
I heard that you
went to bat for me.
Forget it.
- I want you to know...
- Forget it.
I need all the
knuckledraggers I can get.
Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing.
Still couldn't trap a landing
worth a damn.
Had to bend the
undercarriage back into place...
after every landing.
Approaches made her nervous.
She was afraid you'd be watching.
I usually was.
Screw it.
You're folding with three up?
Are you crazy?
Not when you've got me beat.
Prince high red, right?
Been playing with these cards for
so long, I know every fold.
So life's a bitch.
What do you want to do, cry about it?
No, I just want it to end, okay?
The bad food,
the endless rotations,...
pretending that a card game
is the high point of our day.
It's not going to last forever,
all right? Earth is out there.
Right.
We could all be chasing our tails over
some half-assed planetarium show.
And you guys can all go to hell.
I'm going to go find Helo.
Good idea.
Maybe that cylon whore
taught him a few tricks.
Look, chief.
I never intended for
sharon and I to...
You know, it just kind of evolved.
Just a couple lovesick kids, huh?
I know how she felt
about you, okay?
She loves you.
Did she fill you in on
the rest of the plan?
She and I were going to muster
out at the end of our service.
You know, then we would
get married. Maybe...
we would have children.
I guess I'm just a big frakkin' idiot,
though, huh?
Probably that goddamn toaster's
plan all along.
- Don't call her that.
- Sucker some...
moron into giving her a kid.
Hey, you know, you know what?
I should probably be grateful to you.
Probably be grateful.
You know why?
Because that freak in her
belly could have been mine.
Hey, you okay?
I'm sorry.
Son of a...
That's enough, Chief!
You don't get to call it.
Enough!
Come on, you damn toaster lover!
I don't even know
why I'm mad at you.
My Sharon's dead.
That thing in the brig,...
that isn't Sharon.
Roger, blue leader.
Say fuel state.
What the hell is that?
It was us, sir. But I can't
find a source for the transmission.
Something's triggering our com system
to broadcast an automatic signal.
Which the cylons could trace to
get a fix on our position.
Let's assume that for now.
Update and distribute...
the emergency jump sites just
in case they show up again.
Dee, get me a...
- I'm okay.
- No, no, stay down.
I'm okay, sir.
We'll get you up
to Doc Cottle,...
- make sure everything's okay.
- Mr. Gaeta, find out what happened.
I'm okay.
Mr. Gaeta.
A power surge
energized the board.
System's been twitchy ever since the
cylons infiltrated our network.
Mr. Gaeta, this is
more than a glitch.
Commander's right.
I don't care if you have to go through
this program line by line.
Fix it.
Excuse me?
You heard me.
Sir, I'm running every
diagnostic we've got.
Checking each line of code
could take days.
I am not interested
in excuses. Fix it!
It's not an excuse, sir.
It's a frakking fact!
Mr. Gaeta.
Yes, sir.
Pull yourself together.
I'm sorry, sir.
What the hell
is his problem?
Months on the run, and what
do we have to show for it?
Casualties.
- Deteriorating conditions.
- This crew needs a rest.
It's finally hitting
them, that's all.
Our old lives are gone.
The only thing we have to
look forward to is this.
Hey, chief, where's 289?
I need her for drills today.
Ship's grounded, sir.
What? For how long?
Permanently.
We're salvaging
what we can, but it's gone.
Damn it, I need that ship online.
What can I tell you, captain?
Engine mounts are shot.
Cockpits seals are cracked.
If it was a horse,...
- Got something, chief.
- I'd shoot it.
Chief, come on, work with me here.
I need your help.
What do want me to do,
work my crew to death?
No, just do your best.
Nobody's expecting any miracles.
Maybe that's the problem.
Frak it.
Why not?
What's going on, chief?
All right, here's the deal.
We are going to
build a new fighter.
What about the
rest of the ships?
I'm three days backlogged
on repairs as is.
This is strictly an
off-duty project.
Nobody takes one minute away from
regular maintenance and repairs.
You got it?
You don't think we can do this?
I wouldn't even
know how to begin.
- What else is new?
- Oh, screw you.
Okay, he's talking
about fabricating a frame,...
avionics, life support.
It's frakkin' impossible.
You know what, then?
Forget you.
I don't need you.
Chief, wait. It's not like that.
I said forget it.
Get back to work.
That's an order.
How much time do I have?
Weeks. A month at the outside.
Will I be able to work?
Unless the cancer goes to your
brain. That happens, you...
Someone's a tad aggressive.
Just shut up and shoot.
My gods, between
you and Racetrack,
it's like...
having a conversation is
like walking through a minefield.
And you're the last person who should
be lecturing me about manners.
From what I hear, you've also been
riding Chief Tyrol pretty good.
Press it.
I just reminded him
that I expect viper...
maintenance to take
precedence over his...
hobby project.
Nice!
I'm surprised he didn't
take a swing at you.
Come on, Starbuck.
You don't actually think that piece of
junk's gonna actually fly, do you?
50 cubits says he
gets it in the air.
Yeah?
And who's gonna fly it?
It's not gonna be me.
Don't look at me.
I wasn't looking at you.
What?
I'll fly it.
You?
Me.
Why?
Because...
while everyone else is
standing around whining...
We're whining?
The chief is doing
something positive.
I'm deeply moved.
- Really?
- Honestly, I am.
His lips are blue.
You look like a blueberry.
There's no oxygen in here.
There's no oxygen.
I'm out.
Nice shot.
The environmental
computer decided...
that he firing range
was overpressurized...
and started bleeding
out air to compensate.
Two more minutes,
and we'd have been dead.
Power fluctuations,
equipment failures.
Sir, I think I've found
what's causing it.
What is that?
It's a cylon logic bomb.
A heuristic computer virus.
It's capable of learning,...
evolving, and probably
running in parallel with...
every computer in the ship right now,
just waiting to be activated.
No doubt left behind...
when the cylons infiltrated
the network Colonel Tigh set up...
the day you were
shot, sir.
That was weeks ago.
Why now?
Most likely, sir, it took that
long for it to crack our...
computer pass codes.
And once that happened,...
it started testing its ability
to control our systems...
electrical, environmental.
How do you kill it?
Well, that's the tricky part.
If it's a cylon virus, it is...
extremely difficult to eradicate.
Well, I guess i'm pretty lucky, then,...
'cause I have an expert on board.
Tell Helo to run this past our prisoner.
Come on.
Come on.
Son of a bitch.
I got it,
go back to work.
It's a two-man job, chief.
You want this wing up or not?
On three.
One, two, three.
Great, great.
Hold it there.
Sir?
We're continuing to
experience power spikes...
and equipment
failures across the ship.
Thank you.
We'd better up our
alert status and put our...
damage-control teams on stand-by.
Not yet.
Have you seen this ship
that the chief is building?
His imaginary fighter? I don't need to
see it to know it's a waste of time.
The deck crew doesn't
seem to think so.
We need to focus on the fleet
we've got left,
not get bogged down
in some pipe dream.
We should shut it down.
It may come to that.
But this project,
it's giving them something.
I'm not going to take that away...
until I have to.
Doc cottle cleared me.
Feel like hitting something.
Okay.
Don't square up.
Don't square up.
Rotate.
And just drop the knee.
Attention on Galactica.
- Power outage reported on deck 12.
- That's nice.
Now.
If you want to throw
them, I'll be you.
Head in a lock.
Grab the wrist.
Secure the arm.
And I'm just going to
drop the knee, rotate 45.
Okay.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Just like we did in basic.
Let's bring a live
opponent into the mix.
And strip the knife.
Billy,...
hey.
How long have
you been on board?
I just arrived.
Do you have actual memories of being
with the chief before the cylon attack?
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
You asked.
Do you still love him?
Helo.
You're the father of my child.
You're the first in my heart.
And nothing is ever
going to change that.
All right,...
we have to get to this.
Dr. Baltar said it's some
sort of cylon logic bomb.
Do you see anything?
Can you flip?
Sharon?
Sharon.
Sharon?
Sharon.
Sharon!
I need to talk to Commander Adama.
Right now.
Why?
It's a cylon virus, all right.
It's been learning your
systems, testing, adapting,...
finding weak spots.
For what?
So they can turn Galactica's
systems against you.
Crash you into other ships,...
detonate your weapons stores,...
suffocate the crews.
What about you, the baby?
I'm a liability to them,...
a mistake.
Helo, this logic bomb will run
its course in a matter of hours.
Once it does, the cylons
will be on top of us.
They're gonna kill us all.
Commander Adama...
Whatever it is you have
to say, make it quick.
Well, I hate to say it, but you've got
the cockpit too far back.
You're gonna run into CG
problems when you maneuver.
We're not going for maneuverability,
Captain. We're going for speed.
Besides,...
you didn't think this
thing would fly anyway.
Well, it sure as hell won't with the
cockpit rammed up its a...
Dee?
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Communications, I think.
Chief's great with the hydraulics, but...
this com system's a mess.
Ten hut.
Had to see this with my own eyes.
Won't be long before we
have the whole CIC down here.
You working on this class
project too, Apollo?
No.
It's good to see someone
has a little sense.
Where's the chief,
the tool room?
Getting in some rack time, sir.
What's this, chief?
I'm making solvent, sir,
to clean engine parts.
Solvent my ass. I know
a still when I smell it.
What the hell are you up to?
I need booze to trade for parts.
I'm scrounging most of what I can
from the fleet, but I need engines.
I know I need Commander
Adama's permission...
to cannibalize
one of the wrecks.
Engines or not,...
we both know that piece of crap
out there is never going to fly.
I gotta try, Colonel.
What's the point?
Because that ship, the work,
that's all I've got left.
I don't have that, I...
I almost forgot. I promised the XO of
the Baah Pakal I'd help him out.
Sir?
He's got some obsolete
DDG-62 engines...
taking up space on his flight deck.
They're probably crap,...
but I told him that I
would have a crew in there...
to haul 'em out
as soon as possible.
Glad to be of help, sir.
Good.
Madam President, your shuttle's ready.
Of course.
Thank you again for letting
me use your quarters.
Please.
I wanted to return this.
This was a gift.
"Never lend a book", I know. But...
I've had it far too long.
It belongs in your collection.
I'm late for a Quorum meeting.
Is there a problem?
Our computers have been
infected by a cylon virus,...
corrupting systems
throughout the entire ship.
I've just been notified...
that this is a prelude to an
all-out attack by the cylons.
I assume you've tried
to disable it.
Mr. Gaeta and the vice-president
are handling that right now.
I'm not hopeful.
Commander, I'm not sure what I can offer
you here besides my moral support.
Actually, Madam President,...
I could use your advice.
You want to what?
Completely erase
our computer drives,...
cold restart the
entire ship's system,...
then restore them
using our prewar backups.
Leaving us with our pants down
until we're back online.
The commander will
never go for this.
I've already spoken
to him, sir.
- What did he say?
- He's considering it.
It's the only way
to destroy the virus.
I thought the commander
told you to stay out of this.
I'm sorry, do you want to survive
this one or not, Colonel?
All right,...
so we calculate a jump and get some
distance on these cylon bastards...
No, sir, we can't risk a jump.
All of our systems are
compromised, including navigation.
The virus could
drop us in the middle of a sun.
We're running out of time...
soon our signal's going to
catch up with the cylon fleet.
If have not come up with
anything before then...
They'll take control of
all of our systems,...
and then they'll have a hundred
ways to kill us.
I've just come from...
seeing our cylon prisoner.
She's offering a possible
solution to the problem.
And you're wondering if
you can trust her.
It took everything I have...
not to put my hands
around her throat.
I can't believe I'm
contemplating this.
We both know the cylons
are experts at manipulation.
They will do anything
to confuse you.
This is not the one who shot me.
Can they really be that different
from one another?
Commander, if you're
asking me if it's possible...
that your judgment's been clouded...
by your history with this
particular cylon model, well,...
I'd have to say yes.
We created them.
There's always a chance
we might find common ground.
We need to work quickly.
We're on borrowed time.
Let her go.
Yes, sir.
Dee,...
do you still carry your
father's pocket knife?
Give it to her.
Mr. Gaeta,...
can you set me up with
a fiber-optic com link?
I need broadcast to all frequencies and
direct contact to the mainframe.
Do it.
Sir.
Right here, Sharon.
Thanks.
Dradis.
Here they come.
Multiple targets.
Bearing 371 carom 552.
Cylon raiders.
Bastards tracked us, all right.
Launch vipers.
Apollo, the raiders are holding.
Galactica, Apollo.
Raiders are holding formation.
Repeat, raiders
are holding formation.
What the hell.
Okay, this is how
it's going to work.
The raiders are going to send a
signal to activate the virus.
It could take a few seconds.
On my mark, initiate
the computer wipe.
Miss the window...
The virus takes over every
system in the ship.
Sometimes you gotta
roll the hard six.
Right, commander?
What the hell is she doing?
They've made contact, sir.
It's moving too fast,
I can't follow it.
We gotta stop this.
Stand by to execute computer
wipe on my command.
Systems ready, sir.
Wipe the hard drives now.
Do it.
My gods what
are they doing?
Weapons are still offline.
No dradis.
Systems down.
We're looking at a
godsdamned bloodbath.
We're defenseless.
Apollo, Hotdog.
Here they come!
All right, copy, Hotdog.
Gods, there must
be hundreds of them.
Cylons are still moving in.
She set us up!
Give me your sidearm.
Yes.
If they're coming for you,
they're gonna be very disappointed.
Do it.
What are you waiting for?
This.
What the hell?
We just transmitted a signal.
Galactica?
They... they
seem to have lost power.
They're drifting out of control!
What the hell?
Cylons sent a computer virus.
But we just sent one back.
Apollo, this is Galactica.
Kill the bastards.
Yeah! Come on, baby.
Roger that.
Vipers, weapons free.
Engage.
This... this
is payback.
Yeah! How do you like that?
You seeing this?
Got this toaster padlocked.
Come on!
I got another where
that one came from!
Guys, clean 'em up! Come on, let's go.
Officers.
Yes sir.
Take this thing
back to its cell.
There you go, chief.
Nice to be small, huh?
Ship's got more
than one engine.
Get to it.
We are so damn close.
There has got to be some
extra metal lying around...
that we can use to skin this thing.
Floorboards,
extra bulkheads, something.
Most of it's ticketed
for viper repair.
Who says you need metal?
- Carbon composite.
- Good call, Helo.
It's going to be hard as
hell to see on dradis,...
but the question is, will it fly?
Just watch me.
Instruments...
in the green.
Fuel pressure...
nominal.
Apollo, Starbuck.
Blackbird flight is
cleared for launch.
Run-up.
Maglock secure,
initiate launch sequence.
Oh, don't blow up
on me, you bastard.
You are clear for launch.
Blackbird is away.
Hey!
Hey.
Will you take it easy?
Start slow.
You're testing the ship.
It's not about
the pilot showing off.
I'm not showing off.
Gods damn it, what is this?
What are you trying to prove?
I'm not trying
to prove anything.
You've got to be kidding me.
Oh, Lords.
Okay.
Let's see what this
baby can do.
Starbuck, where are you?
Starbuck, do you hear me?
Starbuck!
She's gone.
Galactica, Apollo,
I've lost her. I've lost her.
No Dradis contact.
Starbuck,...
Starbuck, where are you?
Starbuck, come in.
Starbuck, do you read?
Kara, are you okay?
Of course you
lost contact.
It's a damned
stealth ship, remember?
Oh, you...
Commander on deck.
As you were.
Chief Tyrol?
This is the Blackbird?
Yes, ma'am.
Madam President,
this is an honor.
No, the honor's mine.
It's remarkable.
Just a ship, ma'am.
Oh, you're much too modest.
After what we've been through,...
it would be very easy to
give up, to lose hope.
But not here.
Not today.
This is more than a ship, Chief.
This is an act of faith.
It is proof...
that despite all we've lost,...
we keep trying.
And we will get through this,...
all of us, together.
I promise.
Commander.
Madam President.
This was...
supposed to be a
surprise, but,...
well...
Thank you.
If you'll do us the honors,
Madam President.
Of Course.
Okay.
Kidding.
Hell of an idea,
using carbon composites.
It was a good job.
Nice work.
That was lovely.
They wanted to do that for you.
Thank you.
None of this would have been possible
if you hadn't trusted the cylon.
I took your advice,...
met on common ground.
What was that?
We both wanted to live.
Created by Man
They Evolved
They Rebelled
There Are Many Copies
And They Have A Plan
Previously on
Battlestar Galactica...
We network the FTL computer
with a nav, dc, and
fire control computers.
Once they're linked, we'll only need
ten minutes to complete the calculations.
Really, you're gonna out-think
the Cylons at computer software?
Cylons are hacking our network.
Attempting to access our mainframe.
What the hell was that?
It's the virus, sir.
I think it must have...
spawned copies of itself in
some other computer systems.
It's knocked out main
power and auxiliary units.
I love you, chief.
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.
I have terminal
breast cancer.
Dr. Cottle will
verify the diagnosis.
I have a few months to live.
Viper 289,...
how are we
feeling today?
Great.
I thought I'd find you here.
Karl Agathon.
You want to sit in?
Maybe next time.
So he's the cylon lover.
You know what?
I don't care who or what he fraks.
He saved my ass
down there, all right?
How could anyone fall in love
with a toaster, though?
Same way I hear everyone was...
high-fiving our Sharon right before
she put two in Adama's chest.
The bastards frak with your head.
Yeah. Just ask the chief.
I knew it.
Unserviceable scrap
I need a drink.
Tan, rested, ready. Look at you.
Rested, anyway. Nothing to do but eat
and sleep in the can. Hey.
"Unauthorized discharge of a firearm"?
What a bogus charge.
I know.
They should have given you a medal for
popping that toaster.
Chief.
I heard that you
went to bat for me.
Forget it.
- I want you to know...
- Forget it.
I need all the
knuckledraggers I can get.
Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing.
Still couldn't trap a landing
worth a damn.
Had to bend the
undercarriage back into place...
after every landing.
Approaches made her nervous.
She was afraid you'd be watching.
I usually was.
Screw it.
You're folding with three up?
Are you crazy?
Not when you've got me beat.
Prince high red, right?
Been playing with these cards for
so long, I know every fold.
So life's a bitch.
What do you want to do, cry about it?
No, I just want it to end, okay?
The bad food,
the endless rotations,...
pretending that a card game
is the high point of our day.
It's not going to last forever,
all right? Earth is out there.
Right.
We could all be chasing our tails over
some half-assed planetarium show.
And you guys can all go to hell.
I'm going to go find Helo.
Good idea.
Maybe that cylon whore
taught him a few tricks.
Look, chief.
I never intended for
sharon and I to...
You know, it just kind of evolved.
Just a couple lovesick kids, huh?
I know how she felt
about you, okay?
She loves you.
Did she fill you in on
the rest of the plan?
She and I were going to muster
out at the end of our service.
You know, then we would
get married. Maybe...
we would have children.
I guess I'm just a big frakkin' idiot,
though, huh?
Probably that goddamn toaster's
plan all along.
- Don't call her that.
- Sucker some...
moron into giving her a kid.
Hey, you know, you know what?
I should probably be grateful to you.
Probably be grateful.
You know why?
Because that freak in her
belly could have been mine.
Hey, you okay?
I'm sorry.
Son of a...
That's enough, Chief!
You don't get to call it.
Enough!
Come on, you damn toaster lover!
I don't even know
why I'm mad at you.
My Sharon's dead.
That thing in the brig,...
that isn't Sharon.
Roger, blue leader.
Say fuel state.
What the hell is that?
It was us, sir. But I can't
find a source for the transmission.
Something's triggering our com system
to broadcast an automatic signal.
Which the cylons could trace to
get a fix on our position.
Let's assume that for now.
Update and distribute...
the emergency jump sites just
in case they show up again.
Dee, get me a...
- I'm okay.
- No, no, stay down.
I'm okay, sir.
We'll get you up
to Doc Cottle,...
- make sure everything's okay.
- Mr. Gaeta, find out what happened.
I'm okay.
Mr. Gaeta.
A power surge
energized the board.
System's been twitchy ever since the
cylons infiltrated our network.
Mr. Gaeta, this is
more than a glitch.
Commander's right.
I don't care if you have to go through
this program line by line.
Fix it.
Excuse me?
You heard me.
Sir, I'm running every
diagnostic we've got.
Checking each line of code
could take days.
I am not interested
in excuses. Fix it!
It's not an excuse, sir.
It's a frakking fact!
Mr. Gaeta.
Yes, sir.
Pull yourself together.
I'm sorry, sir.
What the hell
is his problem?
Months on the run, and what
do we have to show for it?
Casualties.
- Deteriorating conditions.
- This crew needs a rest.
It's finally hitting
them, that's all.
Our old lives are gone.
The only thing we have to
look forward to is this.
Hey, chief, where's 289?
I need her for drills today.
Ship's grounded, sir.
What? For how long?
Permanently.
We're salvaging
what we can, but it's gone.
Damn it, I need that ship online.
What can I tell you, captain?
Engine mounts are shot.
Cockpits seals are cracked.
If it was a horse,...
- Got something, chief.
- I'd shoot it.
Chief, come on, work with me here.
I need your help.
What do want me to do,
work my crew to death?
No, just do your best.
Nobody's expecting any miracles.
Maybe that's the problem.
Frak it.
Why not?
What's going on, chief?
All right, here's the deal.
We are going to
build a new fighter.
What about the
rest of the ships?
I'm three days backlogged
on repairs as is.
This is strictly an
off-duty project.
Nobody takes one minute away from
regular maintenance and repairs.
You got it?
You don't think we can do this?
I wouldn't even
know how to begin.
- What else is new?
- Oh, screw you.
Okay, he's talking
about fabricating a frame,...
avionics, life support.
It's frakkin' impossible.
You know what, then?
Forget you.
I don't need you.
Chief, wait. It's not like that.
I said forget it.
Get back to work.
That's an order.
How much time do I have?
Weeks. A month at the outside.
Will I be able to work?
Unless the cancer goes to your
brain. That happens, you...
Someone's a tad aggressive.
Just shut up and shoot.
My gods, between
you and Racetrack,
it's like...
having a conversation is
like walking through a minefield.
And you're the last person who should
be lecturing me about manners.
From what I hear, you've also been
riding Chief Tyrol pretty good.
Press it.
I just reminded him
that I expect viper...
maintenance to take
precedence over his...
hobby project.
Nice!
I'm surprised he didn't
take a swing at you.
Come on, Starbuck.
You don't actually think that piece of
junk's gonna actually fly, do you?
50 cubits says he
gets it in the air.
Yeah?
And who's gonna fly it?
It's not gonna be me.
Don't look at me.
I wasn't looking at you.
What?
I'll fly it.
You?
Me.
Why?
Because...
while everyone else is
standing around whining...
We're whining?
The chief is doing
something positive.
I'm deeply moved.
- Really?
- Honestly, I am.
His lips are blue.
You look like a blueberry.
There's no oxygen in here.
There's no oxygen.
I'm out.
Nice shot.
The environmental
computer decided...
that he firing range
was overpressurized...
and started bleeding
out air to compensate.
Two more minutes,
and we'd have been dead.
Power fluctuations,
equipment failures.
Sir, I think I've found
what's causing it.
What is that?
It's a cylon logic bomb.
A heuristic computer virus.
It's capable of learning,...
evolving, and probably
running in parallel with...
every computer in the ship right now,
just waiting to be activated.
No doubt left behind...
when the cylons infiltrated
the network Colonel Tigh set up...
the day you were
shot, sir.
That was weeks ago.
Why now?
Most likely, sir, it took that
long for it to crack our...
computer pass codes.
And once that happened,...
it started testing its ability
to control our systems...
electrical, environmental.
How do you kill it?
Well, that's the tricky part.
If it's a cylon virus, it is...
extremely difficult to eradicate.
Well, I guess i'm pretty lucky, then,...
'cause I have an expert on board.
Tell Helo to run this past our prisoner.
Come on.
Come on.
Son of a bitch.
I got it,
go back to work.
It's a two-man job, chief.
You want this wing up or not?
On three.
One, two, three.
Great, great.
Hold it there.
Sir?
We're continuing to
experience power spikes...
and equipment
failures across the ship.
Thank you.
We'd better up our
alert status and put our...
damage-control teams on stand-by.
Not yet.
Have you seen this ship
that the chief is building?
His imaginary fighter? I don't need to
see it to know it's a waste of time.
The deck crew doesn't
seem to think so.
We need to focus on the fleet
we've got left,
not get bogged down
in some pipe dream.
We should shut it down.
It may come to that.
But this project,
it's giving them something.
I'm not going to take that away...
until I have to.
Doc cottle cleared me.
Feel like hitting something.
Okay.
Don't square up.
Don't square up.
Rotate.
And just drop the knee.
Attention on Galactica.
- Power outage reported on deck 12.
- That's nice.
Now.
If you want to throw
them, I'll be you.
Head in a lock.
Grab the wrist.
Secure the arm.
And I'm just going to
drop the knee, rotate 45.
Okay.
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
Just like we did in basic.
Let's bring a live
opponent into the mix.
And strip the knife.
Billy,...
hey.
How long have
you been on board?
I just arrived.
Do you have actual memories of being
with the chief before the cylon attack?
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
You asked.
Do you still love him?
Helo.
You're the father of my child.
You're the first in my heart.
And nothing is ever
going to change that.
All right,...
we have to get to this.
Dr. Baltar said it's some
sort of cylon logic bomb.
Do you see anything?
Can you flip?
Sharon?
Sharon.
Sharon?
Sharon.
Sharon!
I need to talk to Commander Adama.
Right now.
Why?
It's a cylon virus, all right.
It's been learning your
systems, testing, adapting,...
finding weak spots.
For what?
So they can turn Galactica's
systems against you.
Crash you into other ships,...
detonate your weapons stores,...
suffocate the crews.
What about you, the baby?
I'm a liability to them,...
a mistake.
Helo, this logic bomb will run
its course in a matter of hours.
Once it does, the cylons
will be on top of us.
They're gonna kill us all.
Commander Adama...
Whatever it is you have
to say, make it quick.
Well, I hate to say it, but you've got
the cockpit too far back.
You're gonna run into CG
problems when you maneuver.
We're not going for maneuverability,
Captain. We're going for speed.
Besides,...
you didn't think this
thing would fly anyway.
Well, it sure as hell won't with the
cockpit rammed up its a...
Dee?
Hey.
What are you doing here?
Communications, I think.
Chief's great with the hydraulics, but...
this com system's a mess.
Ten hut.
Had to see this with my own eyes.
Won't be long before we
have the whole CIC down here.
You working on this class
project too, Apollo?
No.
It's good to see someone
has a little sense.
Where's the chief,
the tool room?
Getting in some rack time, sir.
What's this, chief?
I'm making solvent, sir,
to clean engine parts.
Solvent my ass. I know
a still when I smell it.
What the hell are you up to?
I need booze to trade for parts.
I'm scrounging most of what I can
from the fleet, but I need engines.
I know I need Commander
Adama's permission...
to cannibalize
one of the wrecks.
Engines or not,...
we both know that piece of crap
out there is never going to fly.
I gotta try, Colonel.
What's the point?
Because that ship, the work,
that's all I've got left.
I don't have that, I...
I almost forgot. I promised the XO of
the Baah Pakal I'd help him out.
Sir?
He's got some obsolete
DDG-62 engines...
taking up space on his flight deck.
They're probably crap,...
but I told him that I
would have a crew in there...
to haul 'em out
as soon as possible.
Glad to be of help, sir.
Good.
Madam President, your shuttle's ready.
Of course.
Thank you again for letting
me use your quarters.
Please.
I wanted to return this.
This was a gift.
"Never lend a book", I know. But...
I've had it far too long.
It belongs in your collection.
I'm late for a Quorum meeting.
Is there a problem?
Our computers have been
infected by a cylon virus,...
corrupting systems
throughout the entire ship.
I've just been notified...
that this is a prelude to an
all-out attack by the cylons.
I assume you've tried
to disable it.
Mr. Gaeta and the vice-president
are handling that right now.
I'm not hopeful.
Commander, I'm not sure what I can offer
you here besides my moral support.
Actually, Madam President,...
I could use your advice.
You want to what?
Completely erase
our computer drives,...
cold restart the
entire ship's system,...
then restore them
using our prewar backups.
Leaving us with our pants down
until we're back online.
The commander will
never go for this.
I've already spoken
to him, sir.
- What did he say?
- He's considering it.
It's the only way
to destroy the virus.
I thought the commander
told you to stay out of this.
I'm sorry, do you want to survive
this one or not, Colonel?
All right,...
so we calculate a jump and get some
distance on these cylon bastards...
No, sir, we can't risk a jump.
All of our systems are
compromised, including navigation.
The virus could
drop us in the middle of a sun.
We're running out of time...
soon our signal's going to
catch up with the cylon fleet.
If have not come up with
anything before then...
They'll take control of
all of our systems,...
and then they'll have a hundred
ways to kill us.
I've just come from...
seeing our cylon prisoner.
She's offering a possible
solution to the problem.
And you're wondering if
you can trust her.
It took everything I have...
not to put my hands
around her throat.
I can't believe I'm
contemplating this.
We both know the cylons
are experts at manipulation.
They will do anything
to confuse you.
This is not the one who shot me.
Can they really be that different
from one another?
Commander, if you're
asking me if it's possible...
that your judgment's been clouded...
by your history with this
particular cylon model, well,...
I'd have to say yes.
We created them.
There's always a chance
we might find common ground.
We need to work quickly.
We're on borrowed time.
Let her go.
Yes, sir.
Dee,...
do you still carry your
father's pocket knife?
Give it to her.
Mr. Gaeta,...
can you set me up with
a fiber-optic com link?
I need broadcast to all frequencies and
direct contact to the mainframe.
Do it.
Sir.
Right here, Sharon.
Thanks.
Dradis.
Here they come.
Multiple targets.
Bearing 371 carom 552.
Cylon raiders.
Bastards tracked us, all right.
Launch vipers.
Apollo, the raiders are holding.
Galactica, Apollo.
Raiders are holding formation.
Repeat, raiders
are holding formation.
What the hell.
Okay, this is how
it's going to work.
The raiders are going to send a
signal to activate the virus.
It could take a few seconds.
On my mark, initiate
the computer wipe.
Miss the window...
The virus takes over every
system in the ship.
Sometimes you gotta
roll the hard six.
Right, commander?
What the hell is she doing?
They've made contact, sir.
It's moving too fast,
I can't follow it.
We gotta stop this.
Stand by to execute computer
wipe on my command.
Systems ready, sir.
Wipe the hard drives now.
Do it.
My gods what
are they doing?
Weapons are still offline.
No dradis.
Systems down.
We're looking at a
godsdamned bloodbath.
We're defenseless.
Apollo, Hotdog.
Here they come!
All right, copy, Hotdog.
Gods, there must
be hundreds of them.
Cylons are still moving in.
She set us up!
Give me your sidearm.
Yes.
If they're coming for you,
they're gonna be very disappointed.
Do it.
What are you waiting for?
This.
What the hell?
We just transmitted a signal.
Galactica?
They... they
seem to have lost power.
They're drifting out of control!
What the hell?
Cylons sent a computer virus.
But we just sent one back.
Apollo, this is Galactica.
Kill the bastards.
Yeah! Come on, baby.
Roger that.
Vipers, weapons free.
Engage.
This... this
is payback.
Yeah! How do you like that?
You seeing this?
Got this toaster padlocked.
Come on!
I got another where
that one came from!
Guys, clean 'em up! Come on, let's go.
Officers.
Yes sir.
Take this thing
back to its cell.
There you go, chief.
Nice to be small, huh?
Ship's got more
than one engine.
Get to it.
We are so damn close.
There has got to be some
extra metal lying around...
that we can use to skin this thing.
Floorboards,
extra bulkheads, something.
Most of it's ticketed
for viper repair.
Who says you need metal?
- Carbon composite.
- Good call, Helo.
It's going to be hard as
hell to see on dradis,...
but the question is, will it fly?
Just watch me.
Instruments...
in the green.
Fuel pressure...
nominal.
Apollo, Starbuck.
Blackbird flight is
cleared for launch.
Run-up.
Maglock secure,
initiate launch sequence.
Oh, don't blow up
on me, you bastard.
You are clear for launch.
Blackbird is away.
Hey!
Hey.
Will you take it easy?
Start slow.
You're testing the ship.
It's not about
the pilot showing off.
I'm not showing off.
Gods damn it, what is this?
What are you trying to prove?
I'm not trying
to prove anything.
You've got to be kidding me.
Oh, Lords.
Okay.
Let's see what this
baby can do.
Starbuck, where are you?
Starbuck, do you hear me?
Starbuck!
She's gone.
Galactica, Apollo,
I've lost her. I've lost her.
No Dradis contact.
Starbuck,...
Starbuck, where are you?
Starbuck, come in.
Starbuck, do you read?
Kara, are you okay?
Of course you
lost contact.
It's a damned
stealth ship, remember?
Oh, you...
Commander on deck.
As you were.
Chief Tyrol?
This is the Blackbird?
Yes, ma'am.
Madam President,
this is an honor.
No, the honor's mine.
It's remarkable.
Just a ship, ma'am.
Oh, you're much too modest.
After what we've been through,...
it would be very easy to
give up, to lose hope.
But not here.
Not today.
This is more than a ship, Chief.
This is an act of faith.
It is proof...
that despite all we've lost,...
we keep trying.
And we will get through this,...
all of us, together.
I promise.
Commander.
Madam President.
This was...
supposed to be a
surprise, but,...
well...
Thank you.
If you'll do us the honors,
Madam President.
Of Course.
Okay.
Kidding.
Hell of an idea,
using carbon composites.
It was a good job.
Nice work.
That was lovely.
They wanted to do that for you.
Thank you.
None of this would have been possible
if you hadn't trusted the cylon.
I took your advice,...
met on common ground.
What was that?
We both wanted to live.