Battlestar Galactica (2004–2009): Season 4, Episode 19 - Daybreak: Part 1 - full transcript

The Colony is located sitting on the edge of a black hole with only one point of entry in what is a very large debris field. Knowing that the Galactica has reached the end of the line, Admiral Adama asks for volunteers to mount a raid on the Cylon base, realizing it may be the ship's last jump. In flashbacks prior to the Cylon invasion, key moments in the lives of several of the crew are presented. These include include the first time Kara Thrace and Lee Adama meet; Admiral Adama's struggle with his decision to retire from the colonial fleet; Gaius Baltar's relationship with his father and his developing relationship with Caprica Six; and Sam Anders discussing the motivation behind his professional sports career.

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.


Were you with us a moment ago?

In the lobby of
the opera house?

I don't know. I was there, too.
And so was Hera.

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

She took these
from her own mortal remains.

The blood on these dog tags is
a 100% proof-positive match

for one Kara Thrace.


We tried hooking him
up to the main power grid,

thought it might
reset his neural net.

This has been
happening all over the ship.

Power surges,
temperature fluctuations.

And now you're telling me
it's been him all along?

That for me?

Hera wrote the
notes to a song that

my father used to play to
me when I was a child.

The same song
that led us to Earth.

There's a pattern
that I can't see.

But I think that you can.

So we are going to pick it
apart until we figure it out.

That's impossible.
Somebody saw her.

What the hell is
going on up there?

Boomer took Hera. Just
walked right out of the daycare.

Job well done.
You go get some rest.

Don't worry.
We'll take good care of her.

Boomer. No. Boomer.

If Cavil's plan all along was to
steal Hera so he could study her,

he'll take her to the colony.

It's where we and the Centurions
went after the first war.

We're abandoning ship, Tigh.

Put out the orders.
I want the crew

to start
stripping down Galactica.

Pack in all
the weapons and gear.

Let's start off-loading
civilians by tomorrow.

Full crews and ordinances
transferred by the end of the week.

To Galactica,
best ship in the fleet.

To Galactica.

I've commanded two Battlestars

and three escorts before that.

Come on, Bill.
Don't be like that.

There's nothing to
get all upset about.

Billions of cubits worth of
equipment entrusted to me,

not to mention
thousands of lives.

It's one hour of your life.

Look, sometimes there are things
you just gotta do, all right?

Do you always drink and drive?

I drink. He drives.

You like having things
done for you, don't you?

It certainly beats having
to do them for yourself.

Don"[ you?

No, I prefer not to rely on
others as much as possible.

Less chance of
being letdown that way.

Well, since you've
allowed yourself

to be in my capable
hands for this evening,

here's hoping
I won't let you down.

I'll drink to that, Doctor.

You can... You can call me Gaius, actually.
If you want.

This is crazy, but I've
actually forgotten your name.

Hello? Yes, it is.

Hello. How are you?

What? What?

Oh, my Gods. When was this?

Well, listen, just...
I'm so sorry.

If you just wait there, and I'll
be around as soon as I can...

No, please. You have to wait.
You have to... You can't...

You will wait there, or I'll
sue you for abandonment.

Yeah, I will.

Well, I don't know how long
it's going to take. Just wait.

I'm coming.
I'm coming right now.

Give our love to Sidney.

I will. Goodbye.


That was a great shower.

Oh, my Gods.

That was amazing. I'm just gonna
clean up a little bit here.

Okay, Laura, no cleaning.

Just a little. No, this
is the last bottle,

and you and I have to share it.

You promised me we'd
finish all the champagne.

All right. Oh, boy,
we drank a lot.

Well, they did. They did.

What about me?

No. Pregnant girls
only get gifts.

Just a sip.

A sip? Just a sip.

All right. Just one. Little.


Go ahead. Stop!


Oh, my gosh.


That was lovely,
Laura. Thank you.

Well, it's the least I could
do for my little sister.

Hey, I thought I was
your little sister.

Okay, you are my
really little sister.

Oh, boy.

How about that woman
with Mrs. Anderson?

Why did she bring those?

What was that?

I don't know, but, you
know, there's always one.

Frak me. He's early.

Just a second!


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

Lee, yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'm sorry.
I'm Kara. Come on in.

That's very nice.
You didn't have to do that.

I'll take those.
Put them in some water.


Nice place.

It's a rattrap,
but the rent's cheap.

No, it's...

It's got real charm.

And you're a terrible liar.
We should play cards.

I hold my own.

I'm sure you do. Zak!

You just get uglier every day.
Hey, there he is.

How are you?

I see you've met
my better half,

and this one's mine.
Keep your hands off.

And a girlfriend stealer
for a brother. Nice!

Never stole his girlfriend.

Really bad liar right here.

Yeah, no, we figured
that out already.

Zak, get the drinks.

Dinner's almost ready.
Yes, sir.

I don't know what to say.
I'm sure it was a mistake.

Nothing in my contract about being
stabbed with a steak knife.

She been stealing. She been
stealing while I've been sleeping.

No one is stealing
from you, Dad, all right?

Now you just shut up. You're
in enough trouble already.

I'm out of here. You're lucky
I don't call the cops.

Yes. Yes, we are,
Nurse Barbara.

Thank you. Now, listen, I'll
pay you double, triple.

I thought I asked
you to wait in the car.

This be the new one
you be banging, eh?

None of your bloody business. Nurse Barbara, please.
I've got 500 cubits, 1,000.

1,000 frakking cubits
for you to stay the night!

Please! I'll take
all the knives away!

He'll be on
liquid diet forever.

Just spend one frakking night!

How about you, love?

Bet you charge a lot
more than that, eh?

Shut your filthy mouth.
Stop being so disgusting.

This is your father, Gaius.
Not that you'd ever know it.

You see, Gaius is ashamed of his family.
I need this.

I need this like a frakking hole in the head.
Even his accent.

Stupid bastard actually changed his accent.
Would you believe that?

That is the third
nurse in a row now, Dad.

The third nurse.

Do you have any idea
how much this is costing me?

How much it costs, that's
all he cares about now.

Not the way he was brought
up, I can tell you.

But he don't like
to think about that.

No, he don't like to think
about living on a farm

and doing a day's honest,
hard work.

All right.
All right. All right.

Enough! Enough! Shut up!
Shut up right now!

I won't stand here
one moment longer

and listen to your ridiculous
working-class-hero rant.

Look at you! Look at your
shirt that I bought you.

How you dribble and
treat these things.

I'll break it
down for you, Dad!

You're an obnoxious, spiteful,
cantankerous old git,

and you're frakking lucky you're
not living on the frakking street!

Big man cursing his father.

Makes you feel
important, don't it?

Gaius, maybe we should... Maybe
you should've stayed in the car,

which is what I
asked you to do.

I'm afraid that I'm going to
have to ask you to leave now.

I'm sure that the driver
can see you to your home.

I'm gonna spend the rest of this
lovely evening with my dad.

Good night.

Good morning.

I'm Officer Stephanie
and this is Officer Shawn

with the Caprica City Police.

Are you Laura Roslin?

Yes, I am.

We need to speak with you.

May we come inside?
Yes, please do.

We're so sorry.
We have to inform you

there's been
a terrible accident.

Late last night, your sisters and
your father were all killed.

We weren't able to
verify the identity

of the bodies
until a few hours ago.

The driver of the other vehicle
is in stable condition,

and preliminary tests
indicate he was intoxicated

when he sideswiped the car with
your father and your sisters.

Thank you. Please
show yourselves out.

We're sorry for your loss.

I don't know. I don't
know what she's doing.

I think she wants us
to cut the pain medication.

I don't think she
knows what she wants.


Okay, go ahead and shut it off.

There's only so much of
Galactica to go around.

You'd think we were
retiring 10 Battlestars.

Excuse me, Mr. President, sir.
One second.

Tell the captains they are
padding their requests.

Send it back. Sir, if
you have a minute.

Just one second.

Yes, Specialist, what is it?

I know this is not
your problem, sir,

but they want us to tear the mag
cellerators from the launch tubes.

Well, the civilian ships
can use them as auto-loaders.

Sir, it's like we're tearing
the old girl's heart out.

A Battlestar's whole purpose
is to launch Vipers.

I kind of know how you feel.
Part of my heart's here, too.

Tell you what,
make the cellerators

the last thing
your men take out.

Then turn out the lights and
let the old girl die in peace.

Yes, sir.

Well, after the blast,
everyone else's numbers are down,

which gives us solid majority

on over half the civilian
ships in the fleet.

I mean, no one else
comes even close

to having that kind
of political power.

Our time is here, Gaius.

She's right, Gaius. The end
times are approaching.

Humanity's final chapter
is about to be written,

and you...
You will be its author.

Gaius, did you hear me?
This is it.

This is it, Gaius.

There's never enough, you know.

Never enough money, fame...


The more you want, the more
you need, the more you want.

There's always a hunger for

more money, greater fame...

Different women.

Oh, yeah?
It's a tragedy, your life.

The point I'm trying
to make, Calvin,

the point you're missing,

is that there's
a certain futility

in centering one's entire life

around trying to
satisfy appetites

that can truly never be sated.

So, if you could
do your life over,

what would you change?

Sorry, sir.

As I was saying,

the old man intends to fly the
last Viper off ship himself.

Tell the deck gang to leave
one launch tube intact,

set to remote pilot launch.
Yes, sir.

You'll never make
admiral like that.

Eat it.

You haven't eaten in days.

You have to eat it now, all.


You're in big trouble.

So, you wonder how
to prevent gimbal lock

in a turn, lateral turn,
of greater than 6 G's.

It's quite easy, actually.
You just weld

this baby at the
T-joint at the medial axis...


Wait, wait, wait...

We can get in a lot of trouble.

Do you know what you're doing?


As long as you know!

They're all the same, Karl.

No, they're different.

You know they're different.

How you felt about Boomer,
that was different.

That's why you
did what you did.

I did what I did because
I'm a frakking idiot.

A 2, 000-year-old idiot who
cannot learn the simplest lesson.

Machines are not people.

They're just machines.

My wife, Athena,

is a person. She's a blow-up doll, Karl.
They all are.

Athena, Sharon, Boomer. Call them what you will.
They're all the same.

They're all the same, because
we made them the same.

Don't blame yourself,
but you can't trust them.

You can't trust any of them.

Frak. You didn't hear that, all right?
Let me help you.

These are...

Pilots from the memorial wall.

We wanted to take
them with us, you know,

so we wouldn't leave them
behind with the others.

The others? Lot of
photos still down there.

Nobody knows who
they are anymore.

Probably friends and relatives
of people on Galactica

who died somewhere
along the way.


As you were.

Bear it in mind?

Well, when will
you bear it in mind?

You haven't even
listened to my proposal.

I'm not even saying
it'll necessarily be me.

My people deserve a
voice in the government.

Now, I'm literally
talking about the lives

and well-being of thousands
of people in the fleet.

Is that what you
were thinking about

when you outted
Starbuck's secret?

The well-being of
thousands of people?

Or the political gain
of Gaius Baltar, again?

Is that what this is about?

Does everything
have to be reduced to

your personal feelings
about Kara Thrace?

Listen to me, Mr. Adama.


I'm asking to have
a genuine conversation.


Five minutes.

I'll be back in five minutes.

Five minutes inside.

And you think there's some kind of
meaning in these musical notes?

I don't know.
I'm just groping, mostly,

looking for patterns, trying
to see what comes to me.

I thought that if I assigned
numbers to the notes...

I don't know.

What Baltar said the other
day, is it the truth?


I found my body,
and I burned it on Earth.

I don't know what I am.

I have to ask him a question.

Do you know how to plug him in?



I know what you are.

You're my daughter.

Don't forget it.

You're on pace to land
in the hall of fame someday,

but you still haven't
won a championship,

and now the C-Bucks
are in a rebuilding year.

If you don't get to hoist
the cup before you retire,

will you consider your
career to be incomplete?

Well, right now, I'm just
focused on getting stronger

and helping out the
team any way I can.





Look, you want to
know the truth?

I don't really care
about the stats or the cup

or the trophy,
or anything like that.

In fact, even the games aren't
that important to me, not really.

What matters to me
is the perfect throw, okay?

Making the perfect catch,
the perfect step and block,

it's perfection.
That's what it's about.

It's about those
moments when you...

When you can feel
the perfection of creation,

the beauty of physics, the wonder of mathematics.
You know, the elation

of action and reaction,

and that is
the kind of perfection

that I want to be connected to.

Spins and turns.
Angles and curves.

The shape of
dreams half-remembered.

Slip the surly bonds of earth and
touch the face of perfection.

A perfect face. Perfect lace.

Find a perfect world for the end
of Kara Thrace. End of line.

He says a lot of things.

Go ahead. Ask your question.

You ask him.

Let's forget for one moment that
you're the son of the admiral...

Shut the frak up.

Get to the frakking point.
You got five minutes. Speak.

Galactica has been
more than our guardian.

She's literally a vessel
into which we have poured

all of our hopes and dreams,

and when she's gone, when we can
no longer derive the security

from looking out a window and
seeing her massive bulk gliding by,

then this life will be over

and a new life will have begun,

a new life that requires
a new way of thinking.

Now, I am willing
to do anything,

anything I can to make
this new life a good one.

All I am asking
is that my people

have a voice in the government.

I represent
thousands of people.

They deserve to be enfranchised

just as much as anyone else.

I'm not talking about myself.

This is not for me personally.

Come on, Lee. It makes sense.

You know it's
the right thing to do.

What I know

is that in all the years that I've
known you, I've never seen you make

one truly selfless act.


Never seen you do something

that didn't, on some level,
serve the greater needs

of Gaius frakking Baltar.

So, no, I won't take your hand.

And I won't bring you
or any representative

from your movement
into the government.

Right. So, that's
what it boils down to.

My people can't
get representation

because I personally
haven't passed

Lee Adama's
selfless altruism test.

I haven't been a goody-goody
and worn a badge of honor.

I don't think you've passed
Gaius Baltar's test.

Go ahead, look me in the eye
and tell me about the time

that you made a truly
heroic act of conscience

which helped you not
even in the slightest.

Tell me! I'll even believe you.

You're right.

I wouldn't trust me, either.

Holy frak.

I dare you.
I double-dog dare you.

Get out of here!
Come on! Come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Atta boy. Atta boy!


Stupid frakking bird.

Can I have your
attention, please?

I'm sure you're all aware

that a child was abducted
from this ship recently.

I thought that a rescue
mission was impractical.

Well, I was wrong.

He didn't say where
he got the information,

but Starbuck was there,
so I bet he talked to Anders.

Yeah. I know. Pretty freaky.

He thought that
a rescue mission

was impractical
because he didn't know

where she was being held. But
that's changed now, I guess, ,

because he does know
where she's being held.

Of course, knowing where the colony
is is not nearly the same thing

as being able to
actually get her out.

This is insane.
You know that, right?

What I know is that
Hera has some meaning

that transcends
the here and now.

She is meant to fulfill
a role, just as we were.

So we're going, the five of us.

Oh, you're making decisions
for all of us now.

You'll go, Tory.

Truth is,
you never could be alone.

Yeah, the mission is to be
strictly volunteer only.

Any man or woman
over the age of 15.

And the Admiral also wants any
former colonial officer or crewman

incarcerated after
the recent mutiny.

Yeah. Yeah, that's it.

Everyone has to
make their own choice,

and they have to
do it in person.

The old man is
waiting on the hangar deck.

Set in-port watch
until you get back.

Watch-keepers report
to the admiral's quarters

to declare
yourselves in person.


You know what you're gonna do?

Not exactly.

Well, take your time.

It takes approximately four
minutes to get down there.

It's really happening.

We're going after her.

Or what's left of her.

Cavil's probably had
her sliced and diced

and cut up into
1,000 specimens...

Stop it. Just stop it, okay?

She's still alive, and she's still
out there, and we're gonna get her,

and everything's
gonna be all right.

It's not gonna be
all right, Karl.

No. You're wrong.

You're wrong.

Dots. Lots and
lots and lots of dots.

She's clearly very gifted.

She hasn't eaten in days.

I think we should begin intravenous
nutritional supplements

to build up her strength
before we begin testing.

She wants her mother.

Well, she can't have her
mother, now, can she?

I'm sorry. I forgot to
sound all soppy and soft

when speaking of the child. She
is a child, a frightened one.

She's a half-human, half-machine
object of curiosity

that holds the key
to our continued existence

somewhere in her genetic code.

So let's get a tube in
her and get her ready.

Just don't get us bounced
out of here, all right?

Galactica's the end of the
line for pilot teams.

We get kicked out of here, we're
boots on the ground from now on.

I know. I know it's crazy.

I should stop.

I should stop, yes.
I will, I will.

But you can't stop, right?

Right. I just feel so
alive when I'm with him!

Like the way you're supposed to
always feel but you just never do.

Yeah, I know what that's like.

I know it's been three months.
I know that.

I do too go out. I do.

I do.




No, I'm not joining
Adar's presidential campaign.

I don't care.

Because I don't like
politics to begin with,

and a national campaign
is just so blah.

Oh, Gods. You are relentless.

Okay, okay. I'll make a deal.

I'll go on the date if you'll stop
bugging me about this campaign.

How young is he?

I know. Okay. I made a deal.

What's Mr. Perfect's name?

Sean. I like that name.
Sean what?

Sean Ellison? Sounds familiar.

Okay. All right. Bye.

No one should feel obligated to
join this mission in any way!

This is a decision
I have made for myself.

If it turns out that there
are not enough personnel

to crew Galactica,

I will lead a Raptor assault with
anyone who is willing to join me.

Let there be no illusions!

This is likely to
be a one-way trip.

So don't volunteer out
of sentiment or emotion.

There is a line
running down this deck.

move to the starboard side!

Everyone else to the port.

Make your choice.


The Fleet can't afford
to lose a doctor.

Go on back, Sherman,
and thank you.

Like you got
something better to do.

Excuse me. Thank you.

You didn't think you were gonna take
off without me, Admiral, did you?

It never crossed my mind,
Madam President.

Jump complete. Frak!

Plot us a way the
hell back out of here.

Right. You got it.

Figures that a brain-damaged
Cylon would send us hunting

in the middle of
an asteroid field.

The more things change,
the more they stay the same.

You got a recon mission
where someone needs

to hang their ass over the edge

and wait for a bite,
send Racetrack and Skulls.

Well, beats sitting in a cell.

dradis just picked something up.

Holy frak, we're right
on top of a singularity.

A black hole? Where away?

7-3-8 carom 8-8-2. We're
already sliding toward it.

Spin up the FTL.
We're getting out of here.

Frak me.


You're not gonna believe this.

Based on the
coordinates we got from Sam,

we have determined that the
Cylon colony is located here.

It's within our jump range,
but there's a sizable catch.

It's located within an accretion
disk of a naked singularity.

It's a strategically-sound

The colony's bound within the
gravity well of the black hole,

but maintains a stable orbit.

How do we get in there?
Look at all the crap

floating around
in that current.

There is no way
to navigate that current.

The tidal stresses
are too strong.

It would rip the ship apart
before we got within 10 SU.

But there is one
safe jump spot.

It's where they bring their
baseships in and out.

We got lucky. Two baseships
jumped in and out

while the Raptor
was taking pictures.

This right here is
our only parking spot.

That's right on top
of the frakking thing.

Less than one click,
by our estimates.

One click?

Point-blank range.

And you can bet that they will
have every gun in that colony

pointed at that
parking spot of yours.

That's what I'd do.

Leave only one way in and out,

then make it impossible
to get past the gates.

All right.

Let's get to work.

40? I've never paid
more than 30 on Picon.

This ain't Picon.

All right, you got me there.

This ain't Picon.
All right, 40.

Show him a good time.

I don't want a lap dance, okay?

Try it! You'll like it.

Keep the 40, he deserves it.
Thank you.

So, are you gonna
take the job or not?

Maybe I should just do it.

Letting my pride
get in the way.

Now you're talking.

I mean, who cares? It's
one hour of your time,

and then you have
a whole new life,

a life without midnight watches
or drills or Fleet politics

or the inspections
or any of that crap.

Life! You could be
here every night.

He won't be here every night.

Can hardly get him here once.

To retirement?

What do you say?

To retirement.

Yeah! Yes!

You're fired up.

You ain't seen nothing yet.

Help me up, boys. Help me up.


Look at that.

She's the finest kind,
my Ellen, the finest kind.

If you don't participate in
the political conversation,

then you are
giving up your voice.

You're giving up
your right to have a say

in the way that
our society is run.


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

I do, proudly.

And so have you, by the way.
Yeah. Really?

'Cause that's what the uniform stands for.
It's what we train to defend.

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

Yes! No, no, no, no. That's sad.
That's sad.

It's cute, but it's sad.

Let me guess,
he's going on about voting

and its importance to a
democratic way of life again.

So, you were listening.

You didn't tell me that your
brother's an idealistic dreamer.

Dreamer? The sad
truth is, he's not.

Beneath that romantic exterior

lies the heart of a true cynic.

Really? This is going to be fascinating.
Things are looking up.

Yeah, it's one of the
many, many, many reasons

that him and Dad aren't on
speaking terms anymore.

Oh, come on. Family angst and drama.
I love it.

Come on, boys, let's
open up some old wounds.

Dad believes in the system,

believes in the uniform, believes
in something greater than himself.

Dad believes in himself,

his uniform, his system,
his way of life,

and if you're not with him
in that tiny little bubble,

then you might
as well not exist.

If you hate him so much, Why'd
you follow in his footsteps?


Service gave me
four years of college.

I gave the service
four years in return.

Simple as that. See? A cynic.

Right through to that big empty
space that used to hold his heart.

Honey, I think I'm starting
to like your brother.

You must be Sean.

Yeah, I must be.

I hope so.

I'll take these. They're beautiful.
Thank you. You're welcome.

Do you like white wine? I do.

Kind of awkward, huh?

Blind date and all?

No, it's not, really.

It's just that I have this
feeling that I know you.

Oh? Mmm-hmm.

Really? Mmm-hmm.

There you go, Sean.

Thank you. Welcome.

So, wait a minute.

You were one of my students.

Yeah, guilty as charged.

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

but I didn't want to tell her.

And you knew I was old
enough to be your...

Teacher? Yeah.

But I graduated some time ago.

Should I go?
Did I say you should go?

I didn't say you should go.

The night's young. Apparently, so are you.
Let's see what happens.


Thank you.

You wouldn't do it.

For that kind of money?
Gods damn right I would.

No, you wouldn't.

Look me in the eye and
tell me that you'd do it,

that you'd do it for
a civilian desk job.

I want to hear it come out
of your mouth. Say it!

I frakking knew it.


Come on, soldier.

I love you guys. Yeah.

You guys are my family.

Oh, my Gods. Oh, my Gods.
Come on.

I love you, brother.
Come on, big boy.

Legs. All right. In you go.

You want out? Yes.
Please. Thank you.

Well, he never
could hold his liquor.

Unlike his brother.

Hey, I'm still standing.

Which means
it's time for shots.


Where is Bill?

He took a walk.

Look at all my rent money.

I will never
have to work again.

Tell me again you're
really quitting this time.

Well, that depends
on the old man.

But you're older
than him, you know.


When are you gonna
strap on your own pair

and stop following him around
like some lovesick kid?

You always have to go one step
too far, don't you, Ellen?

It's the truth, Saul!
You wanna know something?

That man has ten
times more integrity

and guts than
anyone I've ever met.

And if that is
not worth following,

then I don't know
what the frak is.

Fine. Go ahead
with your real lover.

You'll come back to me,
Saul, you always do.

There's no need to
torture yourself, Gaius.

Just trust in
God's plan for you.

What is God's plan for me?

Well, you're
following it right now.

Am I?

By taking charge of
mankind's remnants

and guiding them to their end.

End of what?


We're ready to go.
Five seconds, Paulla.

Okay. I'm just...

I'm already taken
care of, actually.

I didn't say it was for you.

A woman of many talents.

With a whole bag of tricks.


Are you thirsty before...

What the hell
are you doing here?

No, I'm sorry,
what exactly is...

What exactly is...

How did you get in here?

Your friend let me in.

Yeah, I see you've poured some
ambrosia, thank you, Calvin.

Should I go? What you
should do is go upstairs,

turn left, hit the
bedroom and get ready.

Round the mountain we shall go.

We shall go, we shall go

I think you ought to run along
home now, Calvin, don't you?

You are in big frakking
trouble, you better believe me.

You don't think I'm gonna
tell your mom about this?

Total abuse of my respect.

It's very touching.

the neighbor's geek son.

You're intruding in my home.

He worships you, you know that?

Look, I think it would be
a good idea if you left

before I inform
the authorities.

Fine, fine. If that's the
way you want to play it,

then you see, I'm ringing the police.
I'm dialing.

police department, please.

I found your father
a new place to live.

Yeah, I'd like to...


The Regency. Down by the wharf.

Very tony address.

Full-time care, social
activities, medical staff.

And the best part,

they encourage residents to
garden and grow their own food.

Julius will be a farmer again.

His things are being moved
this very moment by the staff.

They'll be set up
in his new room

exactly how he had
them in the apartment.

He loves it.


Once I showed him
around the facility.

Your father's a very
complicated man, Gaius,

but there's a few simple things
that make him very happy.

The last time I saw him,

he seemed happy.

I'm leaving lshay enough
for two more rounds of injections.

That should keep you on your
feet for another 48 hours.

Two days. Okay.
That should be enough.

You're using up the last little bit of life you got.
You realize that, don't you?

Yes. You've made that
clear to me several times.


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

Thank you. Thank you.


Thank you, Doctor.

I'm just doing my job.


You've done much more than that. You've
taken a patient who should've died

years ago, and you've
given her a chance,

despite cancer and the Cylons
and her own obstinate nature.

And you've given me the
little time I have left,

and for that, you have my...

My heartfelt gratitude

and my thanks.

Well, I don't know what to say.

No, no, don't, don't.

Don't spoil your image. Just light
a cigarette and go and grumble.

She's your patient now, lshay.

Ishay, I can barely
see straight.

I'm not surprised.

You're so pumped full of drugs
you could float off this bed.

Okay. Two days?

All right, two days.

The plan's just starting to take
shape, but one thing's clear.

Raptors get the
toughest job, as usual.

This will require some special
piloting skills, and I mean special,

threading a needle while you're
on a rollercoaster special.

While it seems a little
redundant at this point,

the word's come down that it's
a volunteer assignment, so...

That's my Raptor Wranglers.

Always looking for new and
interesting ways to get killed.

I'm not going to lie to you boys.
We are thin on intel on this one.

The Cylons believe that the most logical
place for Cavil to have taken the girl

is deep into the
interior of the colony.

Best guess. Right here.

We'll be in too close for nukes.
Same thing goes for missiles.

No, this is going to be
strictly a gun battle.

Like two old ships on the line,
slugging it out at point-blank range.

I want the gun captains to do their
job and start firing immediately

and to continue to fire
until they run out of ammo.

Then, I want them to
start throwing rocks.

They're gonna have every gun trained
directly on us as soon as we jump in.

If we have any shot at this,

we're gonna have to interrupt
their fire control systems.

And just how the hell is Sam
supposed to help with that?

If we can plug him into Galactica's
dradis, FTL and C3 systems,

his mind should then be able to directly
communicate with the colony's Hybrids

once we jump in.

Theoretically, his mind should still
be able to control their commands

and slow down
their response time.


Let's do it, I guess.

There's a catch.

Routing hardware connections from
all those systems all over the ship

into this room is
gonna take weeks.

It's a lot easier, faster if we just
move him to the existing lines.

Okay, where's that?

Well, the best place
is the CIC.

You're out of
your frakking minds.

It's the best and
fastest way to hook him up.

I'm not gonna hook up
a Cylon into the CIC.

Admiral, it is the only way. No.

And that means no.

I'm not crossing that line.

You had us all cross a line.

Me, Sam, Lee,
the President, everyone.

We are out here on
this crazy-ass mission

because you couldn't leave
that little girl behind.

It is time for you
to cross that line.

This ship,
this precious hunk of metal,

hooked up to a Cylon,
that hits you where it hurts?

It's always
everyone else sacrificing

our blood,
our lives, our honor.

While you stand there on your high
horse and we bleed around you.

For you.

I'll come back in a bit.


Hook Anders up to CIC.

I need someone
to lead this Fleet

who I trust and
demands universal respect.

So the Baseship and
the Fleet are yours.

Thank you, sir.
I won't let you down.

I know you won't.

And I'll see you
at the rendezvous.

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

Yes, sir.

Good hunting, sir.

Thank you, Admiral Hoshi.

Still not too late to flush
them all out the airlock.

Take too much time.

I suppose this is what you
could call poetic justice.

Or what goes around, comes around.
Either way,

congratulations, Mr. President.

Thank you, Mr. Adama,
and the best of luck.

Admiral Hoshi, sir. Sir.

The "sir" has...
Right. Good luck.

You too, sir.

President of the Colonies,
Admiral of the Fleet, departing.

All right, last Raptor out,
people, last Raptor out.

Anyone left behind,
your ass belongs to us.

Great. Can we
tuck this in there?

Listen, I'm not
coming with you.

Gaius, please, Gaius, our people need you.
I've made up my mind.

I don't belong to you, Paulla.
I never belonged to you.

You appropriated me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry if
I led you to believe...

They're all yours now,
Paulla. Enjoy them.

you have your passengers.

Gaius. Don't do this.

Maybe I'll see you
in the next life.


This is so frakking crazy
I can barely stand it.

Have faith, Tory.

In what?

Human ingenuity?

Luck of the Gods?
Random chance?

We have to try.

That little girl may
very well hold the key

to the survival of
the entire Cylon nation.

If she can bear children...

Who gives a frak?

What about us? What, we're
supposed to die happy

because Hera can have kids and the
entire Cylon nation can survive?

Come on. What good
does that do me?

Galactica. Baseship actual.

Flag has been transferred
to the Baseship,

and our Vipers are ready to take
over CAP duties for the Fleet.

Roger that, Baseship.
You have the CAP.

Safe journey.
Godspeed, Galactica.

Let's go around the horn.

This is the X O.

All combat stations
prepare to report.


We'll set up triage here. Just
prep the table the way that I do.

- Weapons.
- Go.

Separate out the wounded.

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

- Engineering.
- Go.

How will I know?

Take this marker.

- Damage control.
- Go.

Put an "X" on the forehead of
those who are too badly hurt,

and you'll know
when you see them.

- Main batteries.
- Go.

- Engine room.
- Go.

We're next.

Sick bay.

Sick bay to go.

Viper wing. Go.

Assault One. Go.

Assault Two.


Reserve forces.


- Com One.
- Go.

- Sorry.
- Caprica.

- Com Two.
- Go.

What are you doing here?

I don't think
you should be here.

Probably been in more
battles than you have.

Fair point. Life support.

Emergency systems standing by.

Yeah, I suppose the more pertinent
question is what am I doing here.

What the hell was I thinking?

Secure blast doors
on all decks.


I think we're a go up here.

All stations report, sir.

Connect me just to the ship.

This is the Admiral.

Just so there'll be
no misunderstandings later,

Galactica's seen
a lot of history,

gone through a lot of battles,

this will be her last.

She will not fail us

if we do not fail her.

If we succeed in our mission,
Galactica will bring us home.

If we don't,

it doesn't matter anyway.

Action stations!

Start the clock.
Start the clock.

Jump on my mark.

Five, four, three,
two, one. Mark.

We can't take much of this.

It's time, Sam.

Look through the eye
to know thyself.

One of the Final Five
must be disrupting our systems.

It's Anders. Has to be.

He's hooked up to
the frakking Hybrids somehow.

We gotta do this the hard way.

The colony Hybrids are offline.

They'll be launching
Raiders any minute.


Launch all wings.

Birds are away.

All ahead, flank speed.
Three, two, one. Hit it!

All hands brace for impact.

Assault One, standby.

Here they come,
let's take them!

"APOLLO." Light it up.

Assault team, on me.

You guys scout me out, okay?

Pressure. We've got pressure, sir.
One atmosphere.

Assault One, we got pressure.

Alpha Team, helmets off.

Move out.

I think we lost Cartwheel.

Dradis is almost
useless out here.

I hope that works both ways. Any
sign they've spotted our approach?

I haven't looked at the
instruments in a while.

I don't think you
want me to start now.

Maybe not.

Let's go weapons hot, Skulls.
We're getting close.

You sure about that?

No, but I don't wanna come out of
this crap with cold weapons, either.

Nukes are hot.

You know, this reminds me
of that time back during...

Battery Three, redirect your
fire 10 degrees starboard.

Concentrate on taking out
the Cylon batteries.

Hotdog and Ladykiller,

concentrate on taking out Cylon
Raiders coming in at 084 count...

All right, Galactica.
We got them.

We have a hard seal. Go.

You're gonna just
keep doing the tests?

Even with the colony
coming down around your ears?

I think you overestimate
their chances.

They may have confused
our Hybrids temporarily,

but we have superior firepower
and superior numbers,

and in the end,
it's all about mathematics.

Sam. Sam, listen to me.

You're pushing too much
energy through the ACS.

You gotta back off, or you're gonna
blow the main bus, you hear me?


There are secrets within lies,
answers within riddles.

Lay off the ACS,
you betcha, Galen.

Open your mind and hear what your
heart wants to deny. End of line.

You never should
have trusted her.

Trust didn't enter into it.

I simply miscalculated her need to
engage in gestures of futility.

We have to assume that
she'll try to make contact

with the Colonial forces
aboard the colony.

It's time to go
on the offensive.

We must be cautious. Too much force
could risk killing the child.

Really? You think?

Please continue stating
the perfectly obvious.

It fills me with confidence.

I'm proud of you.


For doing this.

For being here when you
could've just walked away.

I don't think I ever said it before, but
I always wanted to be proud of you.

Guess I always felt that was
the only thing missing.

All the pieces are
falling into place.

You will hold the future of
Cylons and humans in your hands.

I will? I will?

You see them? You see them?

Reconnect me!

Cylons just blew
a hole into Deck 21.

Frakking Centurions will be
pouring in at platoon strength.

On me, let's move!


Tell the old man lowed him one.

Doesn't change anything
you did, though.


We all make our choices.

Today I made a choice.

I think it's my last one.

All right, this is really touching.
Can we get the hell out of here?

You should know that your
Raptor's been destroyed.

You can't go back that way.

Yeah, well, that's not the plan.

Can you not tell her the plan?


Missed the trap
seven times in two days.

There's a new Galactica record.

Regs say that you've
washed out, Rook.

Time to look for a new career.

What do you want me to do, sir?

Do you want me to beg for my billet?
Do you want me to crawl?

I want you to land your frakking bird
without digging holes into my deck.

How's that, huh?

How about being a pilot, an
officer worthy of the uniform?

Take your job seriously. Don't let
your personal life get in the way.

I've read your jacket,
your whole story.

I know that your family's gone,
and I know that you have no home.

All you got is the service, and
it's slowly slipping away.

All because you're all
wrapped up in survivor's guilt,

and you're trying to find a
way to wash yourself out.

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

A lot of people have died on this ship.
There's a lot of ghosts running around here.

You don't want to pull them
into your cockpit with you,

because you won't come back alive.
Do you understand that?

Yes, sir.

I don't think you
do, but maybe someday you will.

For now,

make the trap tomorrow, Rook.


Thank you, sir. I owe you one.

You and a lot of other
people owe me one,

but you know what, very
few people ever pay back,

especially the ones that
owe you their lives.

I'll pay you back one day, sir,
when it really means something.

You do that.

Okay, get this guy cross-checked
and set me up a large-bore IV.

I need a set of vitals
on this Marine over here.

I want a CT scan here on this one,
and get him the frak out of here.

Here we go. It's all right.
You're gonna be all right.

He's a goner.

All right, you'll be... You're
gonna be all right. Okay.

What took you so long?

Stopped for coffee.

How many other Raptor
teams made it?

Haven't seen anybody else.

Okay, back the way we came.

- Guns, point.
- Yes, sir.

We're retracing our steps.

Say again, Apollo!

I cannot copy your
last transmission.

This is the XO.

Red stripes to repel boarders,
Deck 21, portside, frame 10.

We got the prize.
Repeat, we have the prize.

Formed up with Assault Two
and are heading back to base.

Roger that. ETA five minutes.
Actual out.

Fire! We got a fire up here!

- Connect me to Command Unit.
- Yes, sir!

Move reserve forces
to guard airlock.

Assault force is en route.
ETA five minutes.

I repeat. ETA five minutes.

We're friendly!

Hold your fire! Friendlies!

Rangel, Peters, form up!

Sorry about that.

- Doc, you did good.
- Thank you.

We'll take Hera.
Right. Come on.

Right. Come on.

Come on. Bring Hera.

Get them out of here.
Get them out of here.

Fall back. Fall back!

Oh, my Gods. Hera.


- Gods.
- Check his status.

Keep that belt tight on
and get back here!

Hang on.


Hera! Come back here. Hera!

Look at me.

Go. No, you'll bleed out.




I'm empty-

Two rounds.



I've been here before.


We're supposed to...

Go into the opera house.

This one's still alive.

Get him the hell out of here!

They got the girl.

They've got the little girl!

This makes it a lot easier.

I just take the little
girl and I'm out of here.

Not a chance.

Cavil, we won't let you take Hera.
You know that.

I know nothing of the kind.

I know I'm going to watch you chase
your tails across the universe

for another four years.

That's not gonna happen.

This thing is the key
to my people's survival,

and I'm not leaving without it.

Hera's not a thing.
She's a child,

and she holds the key to
humanity's survival, as well.

And how do you know that?

I see angels,

angels in this very room.

Now, I may be mad, but that
doesn't mean that I'm not right.

Because there's another
force at work here.

There always has been.

It's undeniable.
We've all experienced it.

Everyone in this room has witnessed
events that they can't fathom,

let alone explain
away by rational means.

Puzzles deciphered in prophecy.

Dreams given to a chosen few.

Our loved ones, dead,


Whether we want to call that God or
Gods or some sublime inspiration

or a divine force that we
can't know or understand,

it doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

It's here. It exists,

and our two destinies
are entwined in its force.

If that were true,
and that's a big "if,"

how do I know this force has
our best interests in mind?

How do you know that God
is on your side, Doctor?

I don't.

God's not on any one side.

God's a force of nature,
beyond good and evil.

Good and evil,
we created those.

You wanna break the cycle?

Break the cycle of birth?
Death? Rebirth?

Destruction? Escape? Death?

Well, that's in our hands,

in our hands only.

It requires a leap of faith.

It requires that
we live in hope,

not fear.

If I leave you this girl, that means
the destruction of my people.

How does our extinction
fit into this picture

that you want us to believe in?

We'll give you resurrection.


You give us Hera and we
will give you resurrection.

But the war ends here.

You leave humanity in peace

and give up the pursuit
now and for all time.


How do we know we can
take your word for it?

You don't.

You have to make
a leap of faith.

It's your call, Bill.
I'll back you either way.

I'm losing a lot
of men out there.

I can do something
about that right now.

Give me that phone.

Patch him through.

Hello? Hello, it's me, Cavil.

Stand down, all forces!

Cease fire immediately!

Galactica, Hotdog.

They're pulling back.

Repeat, they're pulling back!


stand down.

I'm as good as my word.

Admiral, Viper wings aboard.
We lost four birds.

Assault forces aboard,
and we've lost seven Raptors.

What are they doing?

Each of them knows part of
the secret to resurrection,

and they're gonna interact with
the data flow in the water

and... I don't know.

It's a lot of complicated technical
talk about sharing the information

among the five of them
and then transferring

it over to the
colonies somehow.

Now, for a moment,

we're going to know everything there
is to know about one another.

I'm looking forward to that.

There are certain
things that...

That we've all done,
certain things that

people would be
shocked to learn about.

Hey, I don't mean to rush you,

but you are keeping
two civilizations waiting!

Let's just all
agree that no matter

what we learn about each other,

we're all Cylons, and we're all
capable of making mistakes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're forgiven
for all your dark secrets.

Let's do this.

Any word?

We're getting the data now.

It looks right.

They're downloading the
resurrection designs now.

They've broken
off the download!

It's a trick! Open fire!


We've gotta get out of here!

Starbuck! Jump the ship!

I don't have the
rendezvous coordinates!

It doesn't matter!

Just jump us out
of here now! Jump!

Just trust yourself.

There must be some
kind of way out of here.

I thought that if I
assigned numbers to the notes...

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

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

I see an angel blazing with
the light of God. Angel.


You're tempting fate.


If I have a fate then it is
set, and thinking about it

isn't gonna make it
happen any faster.

Okay. Fair enough.

But flying?

When you're
thinking about dying...

It's a bad
way of doing business.

You're gonna get scared,

and you're gonna start
second-guessing yourself.

I'm not scared.

You said that you
think about dying

every time that you
get into a cockpit.


Well, hello!

Yeah, but it doesn't
scare me, Lee.

That's what you don't get.

What, so it's Kara Thrace,
the fearless warrior?


No, I know... I know fear,

and I get scared, just...

Just not of dying.

So then, what does scare you?



Being forgotten.

You all right? Yeah, I'm fine.


Sitrep. Damage report.

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


Wake the frak up!


You're getting sloppy.


I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm not an idiot.

Neither is the XO.

Just be careful, okay?

Okay. All right.


I appreciate the heads-up.

You're welcome.

You know, there's people you can
count on and people you can't.

It's good to know the
difference between the two.

We're mostly here.

The engines, life support.

There's red lines through her
lateral structural members.

She's broke her back.
She'll never jump again.

Wherever we are is
where we're gonna stay.

Where have you taken us, Kara?

Glad you could
join us, Admiral.

Lieutenant Hoshi suits
me just fine, sir.

Admiral stars turned out
to be a little heavy.

Happiest day of
my life when I saw

that Raptor jump in at
the rendezvous point.

Well, there you
have it, Admiral.

The most advanced civilization

we could locate on this planet.

I can't see them
talking to each other, sir.

Either they communicate a different
way, or they're pre-verbal.

Judging by the look
of their tools,

which are rudimentary,
to say the least,

I'd suggest that we found an
early, ritualistic tribal society.

They bury their dead.

I came across a grave a couple of
clicks back and ran some tests.

Their DNA is
compatible with ours.

Meaning we can breed with them?

You got a one-track mind, Doc.

What? Listen, I'm talking about the
survival of the human race, actually,

not some get-together
with the natives.

You also have no
sense of humor.


Right, I'm sorry.

How is that possible?

Human beings naturally
evolved on a planet

one million light years away.

The odds against that are...

Astronomical, yeah.

One might even say there
was a divine hand at work.

Well, whoever's
responsible, we're here,

and here's where
we're gonna stay,

with our new families.

My vote is that we clear
everything back to this ridge.

There's easy access to the
water down by the river.

In fact, the whole area
is ripe for cultivation.

We should be able to lay out
the preliminary lines for a city

within a day or two.


No city.

Not this time.

What do you propose we do?

We break the cycle.

We leave it all
behind and start over.

You're talking
about a little over

38,000 people,
the entire human race,

with nothing but the clothes on
their backs and some provisions.

It's not the entire human race.

There are people already here.


Without language, even.

Well, we can give them that.

I mean, we can give them the...

The best part of ourselves.

And not the baggage,
not the ships,

the equipment, the
technology, the weapons.

If there's one thing that we
should have learned it's that...

You know, our brains have
always outraced our hearts.

Our science charges ahead,
our souls lag behind.

Let's start anew.

We'll land
civilians at various points

around the planet.

Our objective will be to spread

the people out as
much as possible

to give them the best
possibility of survival.

Supplies will be evenly
distributed throughout the camps,

and locations will be documented
and given to everyone.

I have to say, I'm shocked at how
amenable everyone is to this notion.

I would have thought there'd be
a general uprising at the idea

of losing whatever little
creature comforts we had left.

Don't underestimate the desire
for a clean slate, Mr. Lampkin.

Have you made a decision?

The Sixes, the Eights, and the
Twos have decided to stay.

See how we can
contribute to a world

before we pass
into God's hands.

We'll give the Baseship
to the Centurions,

let them find
their own destiny.

I think they've
earned their freedom.

And what if they evolve
again on their own

and decide to come back in a few
hundred years and wipe us out?

It's a risk,

but I think setting
them free may be enough

to break the cycle of violence.

Then it's a risk worth taking.

And I agree. They've earned it.

Now, once the civilians
have been offloaded,

the Fleet will leave the orbit

and rendezvous with Galactica.

The course of the
Fleet will be plotted

into the nav computer
ahead of time,

but the actual piloting
will be done by Mr. Anders.

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

I love you.



I'll see you on the other side.

Ls your name William Adama?


Are you an officer
in the Colonial Fleet?


Are you a Cylon?

I'm sorry, Bill. We're still
establishing tests for the control.

I need verifiable
yeses and nos.

No, I'm not a Cylon.

Have you ever stolen money
from a cash drawer?

Have you ever stolen money...

Enough of this crap.

Take this thing off of me right now.
No job is worth this,

no matter how fat
the paycheck is.

I'd rather spend the rest of my
career, or what's left of it,

in a broken-down old ship,

than have someone sit here
and question my word.


That's what it's about.

It's those moments

when you can feel the
perfection of creation,

the beauty of physics, you know,
the wonder of mathematics

and the elation of
action and reaction,

and that is the
kind of perfection

that I want to be connected to.

You're sure this is
what you want, Galen?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm just tired of people,
humans, Cylons, whatever.

Last Raptor out tomorrow is gonna drop
me off on this island that I found

off one of the
northern continents.

It's cold. It's up
in the highlands.

There's no people.

Good luck.

For what it's worth,
if what happened

to Cally had happened to Ellen,

then I'd have done
the same frakking thing.




I thought Bill was coming.

He's taking a leak.

Oh, nice.

Hey, order me a drink,
honey, and keep them coming.

Tonight we are celebrating
your retirement

and all the time I'm about to
get to spend with my husband.

Are you good with that?

Saul! All I've ever wanted
was to be with you.

Not just weekend liberties or
a two weeks' leave a year.

I mean full-time.

You and me, together
in a house, in a tent,

homeless and on the street.

Just be together.


Excuse me.


Oh! Don't drop me!

To us!



There are so many.

Wait, I wanna...

See more detail.


a very beautiful world.

Does it have a name?


It's not Earth.

Earth is a dream.

One we've been chasing
for a long time.

We've earned it. This is Earth.

Okay then.


It's fine.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Would you like to get
a better look at them?

Yes, I'd love it.

What... What do you mean?

Watch. What? Why?

What are you doing?

Watch me.

What are you doing? Put
your arm around me.

Can you?


I don't have much time, Son.

I understand.

What do you hear, Starbuck?

Nothing but the rain.

Grab your gun and
bring in the cat.

You should go.

You know, my very earliest
memory of my father

was him flying away
on a big plane

and wondering when
he was coming back.

He's not coming back this time.

No, he's not.

Neither am I.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

I just know that lam done here.

I've completed my journey,

and it feels good.

You and I,

right here,

right now.

On the table?

I dare you.

I double-dog dare you.

Double-dog dare?

I double-dog dare you.


All right.


Something's broken.

I guess I better get going.


It was nice to meet you,

Lee Adama.

Likewise, Kara Thrace.

So what about you?

What are you gonna do?

Today is the first day of
the rest of your life, Lee.


I always thought when this
was all clone I would

kick back,


spend the rest of my days doing

the absolute minimum
humanly possible.

And now that you're here?

I want to explore!

I wanna climb the mountains.

I wanna cross the oceans.
I wanna...

Gods, I can't believe
I'm saying this.

It sounds so exhausting.
I must be crazy...

Goodbye, Kara.

You won't be forgotten.

Laura? You okay?

Hi. Hi.

Sean, it's been
a lovely evening.

Really lovely.

But what?

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

Did I... No.

No, no, not you.
No, you're wonderful.

Come on, then... No.

You can show yourself out.

I'm sorry.



Hello, this is Laura Roslin.

I'd like you to give
a message to Mayor Adar.

Tell him that I Will

be joining his campaign.

Thank you.

All the way to the end.

No matter what.

All the way to the end.

So much


It's a rich continent.

More wildlife than all the
12 Colonies put together.

Just looking for a quiet
little place for that cabin.

Maybe a garden.

I don't have much of
a green thumb,

so I hope that you do...

Right there.

I'm gonna build it
right there, Laura.

Lot of game on this planet.

I'm a pretty good hunter,
you know?

Yeah, right.

What are you laughing at? What?

That buck on Caprica.

Okay, come on, now.
That's not fair.

Hey, don't you listen to Mommy.
Daddy is a great hunter.

No, Mommy's gonna
teach you how to hunt.

No, no, no, no. Real hunfing.

No. Yeah.

And I'm gonna teach you how to build
a house and how to plant crops.

Okay, maybe Mommy
will teach you that,

but Daddy's gonna
teach you how to hunt.



Will she be all right?

She survived thanks to you.

Both of you.

And that's it?

That's all God wants of us?

God's plan is never complete.


But I think it's safe to say

that from now on,
your lives will be less


I've been thinking I may be
able to help you out after all,

about that thing you were
asking about before,

getting a peek into
the defense mainframe.

That would mean
a lot to my employers.

Yeah, well, I'm not doing
it for your employers.

I'm doing it for you. How
would it make you feel?

I'd be very grateful.

We'll put that to the test.

Because if anyone finds out,
I could get my head cut off.

So I'll count on
your discretion.

The things men do for love.



Yeah, well...

You know
what I mean, don't you?

Over there, between
those two peaks,

I saw some terrain that
looked good for cultivation.



You know, I know about farming.


I know.

I know you do.

I laid out the cabin today.

It's gonna have
an easterly view.

You should see the light
that we get here.

When the sun comes from
behind those mountains,

it's almost heavenly.

It reminds me of you.

"At a scientific
conference this week

"at the Smithsonian
Institution in Washington,

"the startling announcement
was made

"that archeologists
believe they have found

"fossilized remains
of a young woman

"who may actually
be Mitochondrial Eve.

"Mitochondrial Eve is the
name scientists have given

"to the most recent
common ancestor

"for all human beings
now living on Earth."

"She lived in what
is now Tanzania,"

"over 150,000 years ago."

Along with her Cylon mother

and human father.

Commercialism, decadence,
technology run amok.

Remind you of anything?

Take your pick.

Kobol, Earth, the real
Earth, before this one.

Caprica before the fall.

All of this has
happened before.

But the question remains.

Does all of this
have to happen again?

This time, I bet no.

You know, I've never known
you to play the optimist.

Why the change of heart?

Mathematics, law of averages.

Let a complex system
repeat itself long enough,

eventually something
surprising might occur.

That, too, is in God's plan.

You know it doesn't
like that name.

Silly me.

Silly, silly me.