[Laura] Prevlously on Battlestar Galactica:
We're Cylons. And we have been from the start.
It's time for a change. I've had feelers from the government.
I could make a valuable contribution.
I'm giving you a ship. Now, go find a way to Earth.
[D'Anna] There are five other Cylons, brother. I saw them.
Yes, we know. That's why we've decided to box your entire line.
The inhibitor that restricts higher functions in the centurions?
- We had them removed. - Say what?
[Grunting]
[Coughing, panting]
Welcome back, brother.
- What happened? - You were shot, but you're with us now.
- Shot by who? - By our own centurions.
That's pure insanity. The Sixes have lost their minds.
They have no idea of the threat that they've unleashed.
I need to get to my ship.
It's not your ship any more.
The Sixes and their acolytes used their new pets to engage in ethnic cleansing.
The fleet's split down the middle. So much for my swing vote.
That'll teach me not to trust in democracy.
[Baby crying]
They can't possibly need you every single hour of every single day.
Can't you tell someone to fill in for you?
Who, Cally? Who's gonna fill in for me?
I don't know! Anyone can frakkin' turn a wrench. There's not...
I'm the chief of the frak... I've had enough of this.
[Baby crying]
Yes! Yes!
It's me again. No, I know, I'm sorry.
- No, can you please just check? - [Baby crying]
I used to know who I was. Galen Tyrol.
Crew chief, husband, father.
I look in the mirror nowadays, I don't even know what I am.
Are you and Cally getting along?
You know, I never really liked ambrosia before.
But now...
It's like I'm being flooded with new sensations and new feelings.
Maybe you are, too.
In some ways, I don't hate this.
[Baby crying]
[Baby screaming]
Galen, you son of a... [gagging]
- Cally, come here! Give her some room. - Let go of me! Let go!
Listen to me for a second. Where are you going? Cally. Cally, listen to me.
[Cally panting, crying]
The nausea should go away in about an hour.
[Grunts softly]
[Sighs]
Love & Bullets by Nick Taylor. Chapter One.
"It started like it always did.
With a body.
This one was in the river. I could tell she had once been beautiful,
but this a bullet and fast current had taken away from her.
All we are, all that we think we are,
all that we are certain about is taken away from us.
When you've worked the streets and seen what I've seen,
you become more and more convinced of it every day.
Caprica City had been my teacher, my mistress.
From the moment I open my eyes, she's in my blood, like cheap wine.
Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret.
I'll never be free of her, nor do I want to be.
For she is what I am.
All that is, should always be."
[Lee] I am grateful and consistently inspired
by the compassionate and forthright leadership of President Roslin,
by the wisdom of my father, whom some of you may know...
[laughter]
...and by the support and advice of my valued friends.
Some of whom, you may be shocked to hear, are not Capricans.
And so I am honoured to accept this appointment to the Quorum
in the hope I continue Delegate Cowlin's courageous work
on behalf of the people of Caprica and the fleet. Thank you.
- [Clamouring] - [Applause]
- Yes. - [Man] Madam President,
by confirming Mr Adama's nomination,
you don't have hard feelings about his role in the Baltar Trial?
Thank you.
Mr Adama took on a cause he felt was important.
And I fully trust he will continue to bring the same passion
and clear-mindedness in representing his constituents.
- [Clamouring] - Yes?
What about Demetrlus, sewage freighter thatjumped away three weeks ago.
I will ask Admiral Adama to answer that question.
The Demetrlus is on a military mission.
[Man] The rumour Kara Thrace was put in charge of that?
- I don't comment on rumours. - [Clamouring]
I'm gonna have to cut this short. I will see you all soon at the Quorum Q&A.
- Thank you very much. - [Clamouring]
I'm surprised it took them this long to come after us about the Demetrlus.
- Any luck, and it'll blow over. - It's not going to blow over.
I'm gonna be covering for you for a long time on this.
I wanted to give Kara a chance.
I wanted to give myself a chance to believe in her.
Apparently.
- You wanted to see me, sir? - I've made a decision.
CAPs and recon runs. Want to remind me what we're supposed to be looking for?
Didn't you get the memo? It's a unique astronomic cluster.
A system with a ringed gas giant, trinary star and a comet.
Astronomic cluster. Sounds more like a cluster frak.
- Hey, that's enough of that crap. - Sorry, sir, but you gotta admit,
it's starting to feel like we're flying around in circles.
The latest, Felix?
She's reversing course, returning to sector seven.
Tenth course correction. She give a reason this time?
A reason? Let's just say I think she's steering with her gut.
- Frak me. - I'm telling you this thing is a setup.
Think that the old man gave her the ship and cut her loose?
Galactlca's dogging our every move.
They'll jump in when shows her true colours.
You don't know what you're talking about.
- You tell me what I know? - Yeah!
Can it! All of you!
[Kara] Helo, I need to talk to you. Now!
Who wants odds on a course correction then?
Kara, hey, listen.
Some of us have been wondering about this trinary star formation
we're looking for. There anything else you can tell us?
- Any new data? Anything at all? - You know everything you need to know.
So stow the questions and do yourjob.
- Yes, sir. - What's up, captain?
[Kara] I have new jump coordinates. Check the data file and the FTL drive.
Got it?
[Galen] Cally, I told you last night and I'm telling you again right now.
I am not having an affair.
I went out for a drink. I ran into Tory. We started talking.
I know how it looks, but it's completely innocent. There's nothing to it.
[Cooing]
You're have to drop Nicky off. I have a doctor's appointment.
Can you tell them not to feed him that algae mash? I think he's allergic.
- [Nicky crying] - Just remember about the algae.
I'm sorry. Daddy's sorry, Daddy's sorry. Come here.
Hey, hey, hey. Come here, come on. Daddy's sorry.
I see you're still cleaning up your mess.
I hardly think this is our mess.
I guess that explains why none of you are lending a hand.
Really, Six, if you had wanted some room to spread out,
you could've just asked.
Is there anything that isn't fodder for a joke?
Or is that how you see our existence, as some sort of nihilistic punch line?
[Laughs] Nihilistic punch line? I like that.
But, quite honestly, I'm feeling very serious.
Getting riddled with bullets affects me that way.
But I want you to know I place the blame for all of this squarely on myself.
- Go on. - Well, you had legitimate concerns,
but I refused to hear them. But now I'm listening.
Tell me, what's to be done to stop this and let us get back together?
Well, for starters, you can stop lobotomising the Raiders.
- Done. - Agree to un-box the D'Annas.
Resurrect her entire line?
Don't forget, it was D'Anna's messianic quest for secrets
better left alone that started us down this divisive path in the first place.
You talk about restoring our unity.
Well, we think it's time to restore our greater unity.
To unite the 12 models once and for all.
Well, I don't think the others will accept this, but I'll make your case.
Escort him off the ship.
Please?
It's a good thing you remembered the magic word.
You're going to find you opened a bigger can of worms than you realise.
[Zarek] Inspiring, isn't it?
A government of the people, for the people and answerable to the people.
At least that's the idea.
- I heard you tried to see her. - I had bills I wanted to discuss
Projects Delegate Cowan was pushing before she died.
- But they told me she wasn't in. - She was, just not for you.
By standing up for Baltar, you crossed the line with her.
And Laura Roslin is not the type to forgive and forget.
She forgave you. Made you vice president.
To keep me on the sidelines. Same way she'll try to sideline you.
Well, then... I'm intrigued. Why did you nominate me in the first place?
Because you did stand up for Baltar. And you put Roslin on the stand to do it.
You weren't afraid to ask hard questions and to demand some honest answers.
If you're looking for a repeat, you're out of luck.
I didn't take this job to undermine the president.
I'm not asking you to.
Believe it or not, I'm on Laura's side.
OK, then what's the problem?
The things you notice on the sidelines.
How every decision that Laura and your father make gets stamped "classified."
Or how her directives are starting to read like decrees,
yet still get enacted without so much as a debate.
You know, she won't even allow records to be kept of any of her meetings.
Secrecy and control are becoming obsessions for her.
I think this Demetrlus business is just the tip of the iceberg.
Well, sometimes a benevolent tyrant's exactly what you need.
No.
A tyrant craves power for its own sake.
And all Laura wants is to save us all.
Trust me. Better yet, trust yourself.
That's what I'm really counting on,
that you're not the kind of man who can ignore the truth
when it stares you in the face.
[Cally] What if you gave me a sedative and I just slept here?
Oh, sure. We'll just turn my sickbay in an opium den
- so you can have a snooze. - Feels like I haven't had
a night's sleep since we reached that frakkin' nebula.
How are things on the home front?
You mean other than catching my husband with another woman
and having him tell me I'm imagining things?
The man doesn't know what he's got at home. Should have his head examined.
As a matter of fact, why don't you bring him in? I'll take a look.
[Laughs] See, that's what I like about you, doc.
You just pretend to be a bastard.
While you're in the mood for tough love, maybe you are imagining things.
Fatigue and antidepressants can make a hell of a paranoia cocktail.
I felt like I needed to take something to keep from going completely crazy.
- You're not crazy. - What would you call someone
who all but proposes to a man after he breaks herjaw?
That the last time he laid hands on you?
You want to hear something really sick?
Sometimes I wish he would.
Lay hands on me.
At least then I'd... I'd know he had some feelings about me.
Listen, just get some sleep and clear your head.
Will do, doc. Thank you.
[Door opens]
Kara, what the hell's the matter with you?
The way you're holing up here, you're making people wonder.
Let 'em. Frankly, they're starting to bug me as much as I bug them.
- Frak 'em. - Some of us volunteered for this.
"Some", meaning you? Is that what this is about, Sam?
Want to know what the deal is with us? With our marriage?
It didn't make much sense to begin with, makes even less now.
Give me that. I don't buy that.
I don't think you believe a single frakkin' word you're saying.
You're just scared.
You see that, hmm? You see this? You remember those?
Do you remember when we got 'em? That's what's real.
That's part of who we are. That is a part of who you are,
- whether you want to admit it or not. - You dumb motherfrakker.
I only married you because it was safe and it was easy, Sam.
And you were just pathetic enough to go along with it.
So get the frak out.
I said get out!
- Get out! Get out! - What are you gonna do, huh?
[Panting]
I don't want to fight, Sam.
I want to frak.
You don't get it, do you? I'm not the same girl you married.
All I want to do right now is frak.
Really frak, like it's the end of the world and nothing else matters.
So come on, Sam. Make me feel something.
I dare you.
We were married, weren't we?
And that wasn'tjust like a fantasy.
No. And I've got the scars to prove it.
Does that seem different to you somehow?
- Different how? - I'm not sure.
It's like everything seems so far away.
The way things feel, the way they taste.
Like I'm watching myself, but I'm not really experiencing it, not living it.
Like my body's just this alien thing that I'm still attached to.
Does that seem crazy to you?
Frankly, we were as surprised as you.
We presented your case. There was debate.
And we were outvoted.
Our compatriots now seem to agree that it was wrong to box the D'Annas.
- Your own opinion hasn't changed. - I promised we'd do some thinking.
But in the end, we decided that our choices were correct.
Restoring unity was all the others seemed to care about.
It's hard when you're opposed to everything the rest of us believe in.
Look, he kept his word. You won the day.
You have the right to win our hearts and minds?
- No, you're being presumptuous. - Don't compare us...
They're right. If they've agreed to our terms, no point in courting discord.
Any more, we may run out of spare bodies.
The Threes' consciousness is being downloaded at our resurrection hub.
The nearest accessible server is a half dozen jumps from here.
We can go together and hear what your newfound heroine has to say.
If you don't mind, we'd prefer to stay on our own ships.
[Cavil] By all means.
I doubt that the rest of us would feel comfortable here anyway.
[Zarek] The chair recognises the delegate from Sagittarian.
Would the president comment on the news stories crediting so-called
military sources that claim the Demetrlus
is searching for food sources? Or would you rather that we just simply
accept this attempt at disinformation?
- [Murmuring] - [Gavel pounding]
Order, please.
I'm afraid I don't control the media, as much as you know I'd love to.
Regarding reports, the Demetrlus mission is a matter of fleet security,
- and I won't discuss it, period. - I have to say that my constituency
- is not satisfied with... - Do you realise this casts doubt
on our route to Earth?
Yes, but don't take my "yes" to imply that the rumours are true.
- [Jacob] Madam President! - Jacob, everyone, please.
I cannot believe the Demetrlus is the only matter
that is important to your constituents.
Can we please move on? You know my answer to this.
[All clamouring]
- [Gavel pounding] - Order, please.
Order!
Madam President, I'm sure we can all understand the importance for security.
Coming from the military, it's my experience we sometimes err
too strongly on the side of caution.
For the sake of reassuring my colleagues and putting this matter to rest,
would it not be fair to say that you and Admiral Adama
are naturally exploring all possible routes to Earth?
[Woman] Hear, hear. Now, we're getting focus.
[All murmuring]
Mr Adama, we are all anxious to receive the benefit of your experience.
But, um, I personally don't feel the need
to have a junior delegate appoint himself my spokesman. Move on.
Jacob, you had a matter on the table. Would you please continue?
[Jacob] Thank you. My constituents are again
- having problems... - Point of order.
- Now, I have prepared a report... - [gavel banging]
- Point of order. - Excuse me. Hello?
Order, please! Order, please! Thank you very, very much.
- Mr Cantrell, will you yield the floor? - I will yield.
Thank you.
This relates to your Executive Order 112.
One-twelve...
Which establishes a system of tribunals, the judges chosen by you,
answerable only to a special court of appeals,
the judges of which would also be chosen by you.
It creates a justice system that further and dangerously
concentrates power to the executive. Namely, your hands, Madam President.
Far from being independent or impartial,
it would actually damage the very idea ofjustice.
- Even the illusion ofjustice. - Thank you.
The order you're referring to, Order 112,
is actually a work in progress, and the changes it proposes are provisional.
It is a first step, a tiny step, but the first step
in a, uh, in a larger plan, actually, to create a comprehensive legal system,
which you, of all people, can admit we sorely need.
Naturally, I was going to bring it to the Quorum to open it up for debate
once it was finished. It isn't. Since you've brought it into the public,
I propose that we put it on the docket for the next full session.
- Is that satisfactory to you, Mr Adama? - [All clamouring]
Resurrection ship didn't make the jump.
- [Natalie] Problem with their FTL? - No report.
Cavil's baseships are breaking formation,
taking positions around our periphery.
They're going to attack.
Alert the others! We need to jump now!
[Explosion]
- Taken out our FTL! - No resurrection ship.
They're trying to kill us!
Just remember... They started it.
But we're killing them.
We're truly killing them.
My own sisters.
They can trust their god to watch over their immortal souls.
What about ours?
We're machines, dear, remember? We don't have souls.
[Sighs]
[Nicky crying]
[Nicky cooing]
[Beeplng]
[Grunts]
[Saul] Now, I've heard everything.
Another Cylon nymphomaniac.
[Tory] Don't worry. You're not my type.
[Saul] One more thing. From now on we only meet in private.
After that scene you two pulled in Joe's Bar,
- we can't risk any more attention. - Fine, great. We done? Can we go?
- Why are you antsy? - Told Cally I'd check on her.
- Didn't you when you got my note? - [Galen] I didn't get a note.
The note I left in the drop in your quarters about this meeting.
Tory found me. Did you? Oh, frak me. If Cally finds...
[Saul] Hope she doesn't. And you better put an end to this affair business.
Stop her from nosing around.
Last thing we need is for your Cylon-hating wife to find out
there's skin-jobs running around this ship and her husband is one of them.
- [Whimpering] - [Metal clattering]
I'm tired of looking at your sorry faces.
[Panting]
No, no, no, no. [sobbing]
Frak! Frak!
[Door slams]
[Galen] Hey.
- How you doing? - Fine.
- You feeling OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.
- You sure? - Yeah, actually, I am.
Thought I was coming down with something, so I slept in.
- Did you go see Cottle? - No, I'm feeling better.
[Galen] Good.
Look, I know it's been a rough couple of weeks.
I know what you're thinking.
- It's not true. - It isn't?
No.
I'm not having an affair. I figured it out.
I know what's important.
You're important.
Nicky's important. We're important. Us.
That's really what it's all about, isn't it?
Family, a future. Building that future together.
I promise you, from now on, I will be here for us.
The three of us. Maybe the four of us.
Maybe someday we, uh, we'll have another baby.
What do you think? Another baby?
A brother, a sister for little Nick?
What do you think, buddy? Hey?
Would you like a little brother or sister?
- Yeah? - [Grunts]
- [Grunting] - [Nicky crying]
[Cally screaming]
[Panting]
[Nicky crying]
[Tory] Cally.
Stay the frak away from me! I know what you are.
- I know what all of you are. - How could you?
- We don't even know what we are. - I heard. You're Cylons!
- A bunch of frakkin' skin-jobs. - I wish it were that simple.
Stay away from me.
Better hope there's a spare body waiting.
You want to kill me? Go ahead.
Don't do this to yourself or to your child.
- To Nicky. - Get the frak away!
You're not getting your hands on my son!
Not you, not Galen!
- He frakkin' used me! - He didn't know. None of us did.
- We didn't till we entered that nebula. - Oh, shut the frak up, traitor!
- Frak! - All we know is that we're Cylons.
But in every other way, we're still the same people.
You're frakkin' machines!
I don't know.
But I do know that we're not evil.
We're not inhuman.
And we're just as scared and confused as you are.
I can't live like this! It's a frakkin' nightmare.
You don't want to do this, Cally.
- He's your son. - [Weeping]
[Sobbing] What have I done? I'm so sorry.
It's OK.
Nicky.
It's gonna be OK.
- It's OK. - We'll work this out together.
It's OK. It's OK.
- Here. Let me take him. - [Sobbing]
[Gasps]
[Panting]
[Alarm blarlng]