Previously on Caprica...
My wife is gone, and I've got to get her back.
I'm very confused. I don't know what you want from me.
I want you to be real!
I want you to be her!
To bring down the STO, I need a person on the inside.
You're not objective, jordon. Back off from this.
We don't have anything on Clarice Willow.
Yes, sir.
You want me to spy on my friend?
If Clarice Willow is who I think she is, we could take down the entire STO.-
The people who murdered your daughter.
Where there is faith there is hope.
The avatar is gone.
Wasn't there a backup?
She had a pin.
If she had a backup,
that's where she would have kept it.
I think some time off-world would be very healthy.
There's a program on Gemenon,
training for STO recruits.
There's been enough blood.
When passing through security,
please have identification and boarding pass ready.
The white zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only.
Do you speak Caprican?
Everybody speaks Caprican.
Well, do you know if there's a
pickup area for passengers connecting to other destinations?
Nope.
I'm a stranger here myself. What are you doing here?
Internship. You?
Boarding school.
Odin Sinclair?
Lacy Rand.
That's me.
We better get moving.
The jump ship's already started boarding.
You two are with me.
You're STO?
You don't have to look so surprised.
Hang on. We're taking off.
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
Suck it up.
Everything's gonna be all right.
We're leveling off.
It's okay. See?
So...
You a true believer?
I don't know anymore.
How about you?
No, my parents are the zealots in the family.
They forced you to come here?
They had two armed goons storm into my bedroom in the middle of the night,
knock me out, and load me into a shuttle.
I woke up halfway to Gemenon.
Attention, please.
My name is Diego.
I welcome you all to the holy birthplace of monotheism.
We're on our way now to the retreat
where the reverend holy mother lives.
You will enter children,
and you will exit warriors of the one true God...
Those of you that survive.
What is that?
It's a ship.
It's on top of us.
It's the pollys.
- They've been too easy lately. - They're locking onto us.
Shake them off!
Come on!
What are you doing?
Oh, you scared me.
Are you spying on Clarice?
No. Of course not. No.
Mar-beth, I'm...
I don't know how to say this, but...
I think she might be using again.
- What? - Yeah.
She's up at all hours.
She's not eating, and she's been going into her room with her door shut.
- It's just the signs are there. - She hasn't touched purple for months.
Yeah.
I know my wife better than you do.
Well, I hope I'm wrong.
I care about her too, you know.
Zoe's infinity pin has to be in Global Defense somewhere,
picked up in the sweep of the house.
Tell our person to look wherever they store the evidence.
Tell them I don't care if their cover is blown.
This is really important.
Calm down, Clarice.
It's covered.
They got a seal. They're gonna try to board us.
Does anybody know what he's saying?
He says the many Gods are striking back.
No. No.
Lords of Kobol: Before the Fall V. 1.00
It's the only thing I could come up with. She had me dead to rights.
Are you positive she believed you?
I don't know.
Maybe. Yes. Maybe. I don't know.
Amanda, just promise me you'll be careful.
Did you learn anything useful?
No.
No, I...
If I could get closer, I could.
If you could get me a camera or a bug, I could plant it in Clarice's room.
She hasn't trained herself not to vocalize when she uses her Holoband.
- Maybe... - {*The problem is, }No, If I go in for a warrant,
I'm gonna have to admit I have a {*confidential }informant in the Willow house.
I'm not willing to do that.
I'm not willing to die.
I can't let them catch me eavesdropping again.
They will kill me.
Okay.
Warrants are overrated anyway. I'll get you the tech.
What, you don't trust your own people?
It saves disappointment later.
Spy-cam?
Building a case against your exes?
That's a good one, sir. No, it's related to the bombings.
It's a shame, 'cause,
I'd like to hear you say the words, "I have a warrant for this."
Relax.
It's background.
You got a CI placed somewhere?
You know better than to ask me that,
especially when we both know
there's a possibility we've got a leak in this department.
You think I'm STO?
Of course not.
Jordan,
I've given you a lot of leeway on this case.
Yes, and I haven't divulged the identity of an active CI, not to anybody,
not to my own mother.
I need the jackets for any and all CI'S you have in the field.
- I won't do it, sir. - And until I get that,
you don't get so much as a paperclip.
Believe it or not, you work for me.
I work for Caprica.
Forward.
What are we looking at here?
Zoom.
You're watching the Ha'la'tha steal and smuggle Cylons off-world.
Hold.
Is that true?
Tell me the Guatrau changed his mind. Tell me they're going home
to our people.
Where, then?
Gemenon. Some crazy fringe group.
You knew about this!
Which side?
Come on, with the Guatrau, it's always about the money.
- You know that. - Which side, Yusef?
STO.
Oh, nice.
We forsake the struggle of our own people,
let them die in the streets. We sent no weapons to help them,
but the frakkers who murdered your wife,
- blew up your child? - Don't.
No, I'm glad the Guatrau found it in his heart to show them a little bit of love.
No, no, no. Don't you go getting pious on me.
Do you think I like the position I'm in? We don't...
What's happened to you? Where's your outrage?
{*All right, }Here's what I need.
- Don't talk right now. - I don't really have a choice.
If my government discovers we've been exporting exclusively
contracted technology to terrorists,
it could blow directly back onto me.
I could be executed for treason.
And don't think for a second that just because they're coming after me,
they won't come after you and all your people.
I need a one-on-one with the Guatrau.
And what in the twelve worlds makes you think he'd grant you that?
It's always about the money, right?
What's going on?
He's taking us up into orbit.
Stop frakking me around.
We want all our prisoners.
No, we will have all our people.
The difference this time is that we have hostages to trade.
Prisoner exchange. That's good.
- He needs us alive. - Why do we have their prisoners?
Who cares?
We care, because we have to get inside of their heads.
We have to be smart.
We are going to shoot one of these children.
Do you understand?
Well, know what?
You leave me no frakking choice, do you understand me?
We are going to leave this channel open so that you can hear the shot.
And if they scream, you will hear that too.
- We need to fight back. - Keep it down.
Come on, we've got them outnumbered.
We're not professional killers. Understand that.
We have to be smart.
I've been trading hand signals
with the Canceron and his buddy across the way.
As time goes by, they'll get hungry. They'll get tired. They'll get sloppy.
And that's when we move.
Look...
If we can get it loose...
At least we have something.
We'll only have one shot at this.
- You know, as Zeus once said... - But we have to make it count.
Someone needs to go first, hmm?
Someone needs to be chosen.
Yes.
Well, the question is...
Who will it be?
Who is going to die
for their loving God...
Their God that does not answer them,
their God who is going to let them die?
Who is it going to be, hmm?
I like...
This boy right here.
Wait, what? Why me?
No, no, please don't. Look, I'll do anything.
What do you want me to do?
I just want to go home. I'm sorry.
Please, I'll do anything.
- Get on your feet... - I just don't want to die.
- And act like a man. - Please, I don't want to die.
Let go! Now stand up...
On your pathetic legs and walk!
- I'll do anything! - Walk!
- I want you to walk! - I don't want to die!
Please don't kill me.
He's begging. Beg to this man right here.
- I'll do anything. - Beg to him. He will do anything.
But what will you do? Kneel down!
- Please, don't kill me. - Put your hands down.
Put your hands down and move. Move!
Start the clock.
Hey, Alpie. What's the good word?
Got a pulse. Feeling good about that.
You remember that Libran porn ring we busted last year?
I treasure the memories.
- We still got that camera? - We got everything.
This is where old cases go to die.
Do me a favor.
Take a smoke break.
- Be discreet. - Always.
Frak.
For the Gods' sake, the rats have gotten in here.
It's a big city. Of course we got rats.
Yell a little louder, why don't you?
It's junk.
Anybody else been in here lately going through the Graystone evidence?
They would have signed in. Unless they're you, obviously.
What about after hours?
Could be.
- Who's got the entry code? - Just the top brass.
What's this all about?
Nothing good.
Thanks again.
This...
This is my resurrection program.
The commercial we watch with those cute little children,
"Grace by Graystone."
That suggested one possible,
very frivolous application.
But when this program is complete,
it will end death and disease.
It will demolish our very conception of mortality, and whomever controls this
will transcend any single corporation, government, or syndicate.
So anything we do now
that jeopardizes this opportunity is...
You think my decision to sell your robots off-world is stupid.
By arming terrorists,
you gain short-term profit,
but at the expense of the biggest potential payday
in either of our organization's history.
How much time do you need to complete your program?
Three months...
Plus additional staff and resources.
Two weeks.
I'll hold the export of the robots for that long.
After that, you had better impress me.
Of course, Guatrau.
I'll get it done.
He's a very ambitious man.
We need to be careful, then.
Brave too. I like him.
He reminds me of myself at that age.
But you're right not to trust him.
One must be careful with ambitious men.
I gave him two weeks to deliver this new technology.
If he succeeds, we'll make money.
If he fails, we'll lose little.
Either way, we need to protect ourselves.
For Dr. Graystone's journey.
We're killing him?
Do it quietly, Samuel.
I will.
Good.
Now then, who's hungry?
As the Olympian Gods rose, the titans fell,
as all Gods must.
But no one God can kill them all.
One God- This can only be mankind
putting his own face into the heavens,
making a God from his own image.
- It's the height of hubris. - We've got a minute to do something
The pantheon understands mercy.
- Are they watching? - No.
You know what is in your heart.
- You must make the right choice. - I can't. It's not ready yet.
- We can't just let someone die. - Kneel before the arrow of Apollo
and renounce your monad God, and you will be spared.
Do you understand?
Renounce, or you will be shot.
I see.
All the Gods were visible in the seven circles...
Kneel.
And every God,
by his own proper power, brought forth what was appointed him.
I forswear the false God.
Kiss the arrow of Apollo.
Good boy.
Find him something to eat.
Put your arms down.
Stand.
You're safe now.
No one else?
You must be hungry.
30 seconds from now, you might wish you had taken the offer.
Suit yourselves.
Who will be next?
Stand.
It's okay.
Come with me.
May the one true God have mercy on your souls.
She's brave.
Keep your eyes on them.
Kneel.
Hello, sweetheart.
Haven't seen you since that awful de-rezzing incident.
I blame you just a little bit.
Can't tell your wife you killed a man
and not expect a little healthy push-back.
A marriage only works as an equal partnership.
- So look out, mister. - What are you doing?
You said I was fawning too much.
So now you're just guessing what I want from you?
Which is a typical human reaction,
if you think about it- Neurotic, adorable even-
Very authentic.
Make love to me.
My entire future is riding on fixing the resurrection program, which is you.
I have two weeks to pass you off as a{ emotionally} recognizable human being.
- If I don't, I'm dead. - Let me take your mind off it.
Every time I come back in here, you're further off the mark.
I'm sorry. You make me nervous.
If she were here and you were accusing her of being inauthentic,
wouldn't she react just like this? I think she would-
- Exactly like this. - She would be mad, in a rage.
- We don't have a control group. - We don't.
Because we don't have her.
Because you don't have her.
And I'm glad,
because you're a frakking nasty...
monster who deserves to be alone!
And I hope you do die!
Was that better?
This isn't working.
Delete program.
Of course, Daniel.
Shall I upload the backup to the satellite drive?
Delete backup.
My pleasure.
Zoe's pin... Finally.
Do you see anything-
Anything attached?
It's a storage device.
There it is...
Just like the girl said.
Now we have the key to the afterlife.
Remember this moment, Olaf.
They're going to write about it in the holy scrolls.
What?
You win.
I have a CI.
I knew it.
- Where? - Read it. Shred it.
Don't speak of it. Don't log it into an e-sheet.
I can't have this woman burned. She trusts me.
Fair enough.
Plus, I get a blank check...
Any tech I want.
Nothing crazy or off-budget. I just need room to operate freely.
That's the deal.
Fine.
She's a good asset.
She's placed inside Clarice Willow's house.
We're on the verge of cracking the STO.
I know this was hard for you.
Requisition whatever you need.
We're all on the same side.
I know that, sir.
I'm just trying to protect my people.
Listen carefully.
I'm about to tell you something that's going to upset you.
Tell me.
My GDD contact tells me you have a spy in your house.
Four minutes till air lock.
We need to move.
No, wait till he gets back on the phone.
If we wait, someone dies.
No talking.
We're not talking.
We're praying.
Your false god will not help you.
- God helps all of us. - We'll be quiet.
We'll be quiet.
God...
helps...
all of us.
Air lock!
This is your fault.
This is all your fault.
We should have moved when there was more of us!
I'm so sick of people making bad decisions in God's name.
No, take him!
- We're gonna die because of you! - Let's go!
Now!
That's enough!
Enough. Enough. We're done here.
Everyone take your seats, please.
I don't understand.
They were frakking with our heads.
Probably shot dummies out the air lock, didn't you?
This was your initial placement exercise.
We needed to find out how you'd function under stress,
who would crumble, who would step up.
That's good work.
We'll be at the compound within the hour.
I need you home.
I can't.
Not yet.
I'm in a bad situation,
and I don't know if I can make it through without you.
- What have you done? - The less you know about it, the better.
How am I supposed to help if you won't tell me...
I don't know. I'm not thinking clearly. I haven't been sleeping.
- I'm losing it. - No, you're not.
That crazy confidence of yours is just the side you let everyone see.
This side,
what's going on right now, this fear and this anxiety?
- That is always there. That is always with you. - I don't...
Yes, it is.
It eats at you. You overcome it.
And it gives you forward momentum. That's how you work.
Without that, I don't think your little empire would exist.
So I exploit my own fear to get what I want?
That's your novel theory?
You exploit anything that isn't nailed down.
That's my theory.
The truth hurts, pal.
No, it doesn't.
Where are you?
You heard they fished a floater from the Titaressos?
About 200 klicks from here...
Female,
head, hands, feet removed.
Medical examiner thinks that the woman recently gave birth.
They're gonna do a sweep of medical facilities,
but I don't think they're gonna be able to match anything to records.
Some people just don't like hospitals, I guess.
You hear from your CI?
Heard from Clarice Willow, though.
She reported her wife missing.
Apparently, there was a fight. Mar-beth stormed out.
Clarice chalked it up to postpartum depression,
but hasn't seen or heard from her since.
I had nothing to do with this.
Mar-beth knew the risks.
Anything else? - No, sir.
Keep me in the loop.
We're all in this together, sir.
So did you have a chance to look around?
I did.
I found my quarters.
I found my bunk.
- I found the cocktail party. - Excellent.
You remember our friendly polly hijacker.
Kevin Reikle, STO praetor.
God, I'm so sorry about...
beating you.
No one's ever gun-butted me before.
It was impressive. -Thank you, sir.
We should all go in and eat.
Tomorrow the hard work begins.
It's weird, huh?
Not bad, though.
Odin?
Aren't you hungry?
What?
Not sure.
Look.
They're from the shuttle.
What are they doing?
The ones that failed.
Holy frak.
Never forget who these people are...
And what they're capable of.