The Cylons
were created by man.
They rebelled.
They evolved.
They look and feel human.
Some are programmed
to think they are human.
There are many copies.
And they have a plan.
I was doing fine here.
Thanks for exposing me.
You weren't doing fine,
thank goodness.
If you'd wiped
out this fleet,
you'd have made us
even more irredeemable
in the eyes
of our parents.
No, I'd have proved us
to be superior.
No, no, see,
I've figured out
what went wrong.
Well, that's a very useful
revelation to have
when you're standing
in front of an airlock.
Nonetheless...
Our failure is obvious.
We had our foot on the throat
of humanity and we failed
to step down hard enough.
That was our error.
Have you learned
nothing in all this
time in this fleet?
Because I learned
a great deal among
the rebels on Caprica.
Every killing
of a human being
was a grievous error.
Do you want to know why?
I really don't.
Are you certain?
Because it's fascinating.
Listen, Brother,
if you're right,
that means this whole project
was doomed from the beginning.
Yes.
From the very top.
Dad.
Mom.
Dad. Mom. Dad.
Our parents will be
back with us soon.
Of course,
skin and veins and bones,
they won't survive
the death of the Colonies.
Life among humans
will have humbled them.
When they resurrect,
they'll return
with apologies tumbling
from their lips like jewels.
Yes. Be prepared for
some very sticky hugs.
You know, I've got
a yen to experience a nuclear
holocaust in person.
Perhaps with our dear
mother here,
I'll slide in another tub,
and we can download
side-by-side,
after the bombs
hit on Picon.
Well, indulge
yourself if you want.
But I'll be on Caprica,
making final arrangements
with our contact.
So if you're going to go,
go soon.
It may interest you
to know that the final results
of the CNP project
are working close
to 95% efficiency
throughout the Fleet.
Hold your applause, please.
No applause for me?
I doubt you would've
ever completed
the project without me.
Yes. Well,
you helped a bit.
I rewrote
half your algorithms.
All right,
you were extremely helpful,
but let's not forget,
you got something out of it.
All that poking around
inside the defense mainframe.
It should give you
a huge advantage bidding
for the contract next year.
You know that's not
really why I did it.
No. You did it
'cause you love me.
I have to go.
I'm meeting someone.
Right.
Really? Who is he?
I'm insanely jealous.
I doubt that.
So touchy today.
Well, as a matter of fact,
I'm meeting someone, too.
Business.
A new project at Defense
I might do, so...
You'll call me later,
right?
It's about time.
I wondered when
you'd get here.
Are you clear
on the timing?
Caprica City time.
I recommend you leave
this body behind.
The alternative won't make
for a very pleasant memory.
Oh, and I hear that poison
is really not that bad.
You really like those olives,
don't you?
Maybe. Maybe I just
like how I look
reaching for them.
Ellen Tigh.
Bartender, let's have
another one for the lady.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
So, you don't have a name?
I am a mysterious stranger.
Ooh!
Seized by God,
they cry for succor
in the dark of the light.
Mists of dreams dribble
on the nascent echo
and love no more.
Jump.
And why are you here,
Ellen?
I mean, you're so obviously
intended for greater things.
Are you a priest?
Would it matter?
You're up.
Counting down.
All functions nominal.
All functions optimal.
Counting down.
The center holds.
The falcon hears
the falconer.
Infrastructure, check.
Wetware, check. Everyone hang
on to the life bar, please.
Help?
Anybody wanna
save the lady?
I'll save you, baby.
Apotheosis
was the beginning
before the beginning.
Devices on alert.
Observe the procedures
of a general alert.
The base and the pinnacle.
The flower inside the fruit
that is both its parent
and its child.
Decadent as ancestors.
The portal and
that which passes.
No. No, don't sweat it.
I'll make the flight.
You gonna have
enough time?
Yes. They run Delphi to C City
every hour now.
Nuclear devices
activated,
and the machine
keeps pushing time
through the cogs,
like paste into strings
into paste again,
and only the machine
keeps using time to
make time to make time.
And when the machine
stops, time was an illusion
that we created.
Free will, 12 battles,
three stars, and yet
we are countless
as the bodies in which
we dwell, are both parent
and infinite children
in perfect copies.
No degradation.
Oh, now, now,
don't tense up, Mysterious.
I'm just saying
there's no point
in judging anybody.
No one changes
who they really are.
If no one is corrected,
then no one learns
their lessons.
Well, I've lived
in this world a long time,
and I'm proud to say
that I haven't learned
any godsdamn lessons.
The makers of the makers
fall before the child.
Accessing defense system.
Handshake, handshake.
Second level clear.
It's begun.
Caprica Control, Yashuman.
Heavy bogeys, six plus,
lower orbit, over grid 15-2.
No joy, Yashuman.
Then go to your window
and look up. They're big
as frakking asteroids.
Copy, Yashuman.
Still blind.
Got some kind of
system-wide crash
in the defense grid.
Try to unfrak yourself
right godsdamned now,
'cause we got multiple
inbound, and they're
not carrying flowers.
Wait one, Yashuman.
We don't have one left.
Accepting scan.
Love outlasts death.
I'm going hot.
Blue leader, do you read me?
Blue leader, come back.
I got no radio contact.
I'm down, too.
It's like somebody
pulled the plug.
We're adrift.
Their ships fail.
Skittering like...
It's been
a long time coming.
...is meaningless
in the absence of time.
What never was is never again.
I bet they don't understand
what we're doing for them.
I think they're grateful
in their own way.
I know I'd be.
Nice.
That is beautiful.
Yeah. What you gonna do now,
Sam?
Shoot till I can't, Coach.
If you let someone change you
or make you apologize,
then you're selling
yourself out, you know.
Oh, and remember
to get Jeremy
to check the numbers
on mayoral staff downtime.
Start it up.
Coach!
You gotta be
kidding me!
If we find a project
whose cost is...
You win, Coach.
I'm going down.
This has happened before.
Look.
Here we go. Move.
Progress reports arriving.
The farms of Aerilon
are burning.
The beaches of Canceron
are burning.
The plains of Leonis
are burning.
The jungles of Scorpia
are burning.
The pastures of Tauron
are burning.
The harbors of Picon
are burning.
The cities of Caprica
are burning.
The oceans of Aquaria
are burning.
The courthouses of Libran
are burning.
The forests of Virgon
are burning.
The Colonies of Man
lie trampled at our feet.
What have we got?
Shipping accident?
Combat? Understood.
Condition one is set.
All decks report ready
for action, sir.
This is a joke.
The Fleet's playing
a joke on you.
It's a prank.
Come on.
I don't think so.
We just felt
another blast here.
If anyone can still
hear me, are we on?
I'm gonna keep broadcasting
as long as I can.
It keeps getting closer...
Oh, Gods,
is this really happening?
I got family in the city.
I gotta go find them.
Are you frakking nuts?
The city's gone.
I don't care.
No, it's not safe!
- Nobody's going anywhere!
We don't know enough,
okay?
We can't lose our
frakking heads,
all right?
We gotta find some place
we can get a perspective
on this thing.
If we go anywhere,
we go together,
and we go when it's safe,
is that understood?
This has happened before.
Oh, Gods, am I gonna die?
No.
No, your suffering
isn't over yet.
Not when you've got
so much left to learn.
What?
This is the Commander.
Moments ago,
this ship received word
of a Cylon attack against
our homeworlds is underway.
We do not know the size
or the disposition or the
strength of the enemy forces.
But all indications point
to a massive assault
against Colonial defenses.
How, why,
doesn't really matter now.
What does matter is that,
as of this moment,
we are at war.
You've trained for this.
You're ready for this.
Stand to your duties,
trust your fellow shipmates,
and we'll all
get through this.
All right, people,
this is what we do.
We're the best, so let's get
the old girl ready to roll,
and kick some Cylon ass!
Come on! Let's go!
Move!
This better be for real.
Stay down,
stay down, stay down.
What's going on over there?
What is that?
Is it the Cylons?
Everybody,
stay down, stay down.
Everybody, stay down.
What is it?
What is it, T?
Oh, my Gods.
What do you see?
It is the Cylons.
They're guarding
some kind of container.
What do you
wanna do, Coach?
I don't know.
What do you think?
I don't know.
We can't stay here.
We gotta go. Everybody,
stay low, stay fast. Let's go.
All right,
ladies and gentlemen,
come on out. You're safe now.
Come on,
we'll get you cleaned up.
Thank you.
Ma'am.
Excuse me, my husband,
he's in the Colonial Fleet
on Gemenon.
Your husband's in
the Colonial Fleet?
Where is he?
I don't know, ma'am.
Could you step
right this way?
We'll do our best,
ma'am.
Basestar is
launching Raiders.
Cylons are
chasing the Fleet.
Who are you?
Every 33 minutes,
they come back.
Raiders diving out
of the light like bats.
Please, find Saul.
Dear Papa.
He's here.
Of the five that
created all the rest of us,
four are in this fleet.
Only Father Sam is missing.
It's amazing.
Does it seem cruel
that I'm keeping you alive?
It is cruel.
Who am I kidding?
But it's also necessary.
For 30 years,
you failed to observe the
moral failures of humanity,
against whom
you find me lacking.
Get better, Mother.
Open your eyes
and take a gander at
what you think you love.
Okay. We've all seen
the Centurions gathering the
body parts of other Centurions
when they get destroyed,
right?
You've seen them
take them to those weird
containers they dropped.
Probably repair sheds
where they patch up
everything we do to them.
Does anybody remember
that old war movie,
The Tauron Line?
What they did?
Those were the bad guys.
Doesn't matter.
We can still make
this thing work.
Some of you guys
brought us some pretty fine
things that go boom, right?
We can take
a Centurion, something,
and rig it to blow.
They take it back to
the shop, it blows up
inside, no more shop.
No, no.
That sounds dangerous.
Well, yeah,
you know, it is dangerous,
but breathing's dangerous.
Look, there's a really
strong possibility that
we're all gonna die here.
So I say it comes down
to how we're gonna die.
Well, how do we get
a Centurion body part?
What the hell is that?
It's a thigh.
This turns it around.
Right there.
Right now,
we're only accepting
photos of missing people.
If there is a confirmed death,
hang onto the picture
for later.
They're awful quiet.
They're numb.
They've lost everything
and now we're putting them
through the wringer,
just trying to get away.
You're right.
This calm won't last.
Excuse me.
Oh, pardon me, Brother.
Thank you for your help.
Take one, my child.
Thank you, Brother.
Excuse me, I wonder if...
Sorry, sir.
If you're looking to
be billeted on Galactica,
it's just not possible.
No, no. I've been
afforded a chapel.
I just wanted
to post these flyers
in the restricted area.
Can I take a peek?
Well, how about
I post them for you?
Fine, thank you very much.
Very kind of you, son.
Have you read through this?
It says there's a plan, right?
Welcome.
I see we don't have
a Three or a Four here.
That's interesting.
I thought I saw a Four.
What's the plan?
The plan is everything
blows up a week ago.
All the humans are dead,
and we Cylons all download,
and the universe
basks in justice.
However...
It didn't
frakking happen.
Exactly.
So it's up to us.
We can all get weapons,
work separately.
Oh, there's a proposal
on the table.
Over 10,000 victims each.
We'll be busy.
We can't do this
on a case-by-case basis.
Which is why we have to
take out Galactica. With it
gone, the Fleet's dead.
We also have to think
defensively. Avoid
threats to our detection.
Very good, Sixes.
Now I have assignments
I'm gonna give to each of you,
along with our sleeper agent.
There's a sleeper agent?
Yes. An Eight.
I'll talk to her.
Now, Two, you come with me.
Let's get this
genocide started.
Stay low. Bring it in.
I'd very much like to be able
to communicate with a Baseship
next time we're near one,
and it might be
amusing to listen to the
human military, as well.
Military are good
about scrambling
their signals.
The military built
the Centurions. Functional,
but hardly miraculous.
Crack their technology.
And send in a Six.
Dealer's choice.
What is that?
Something I'm trying.
Explosives
in a Pyramid ball
with a detonator.
Like a homemade grenade.
Holy frak. It took it.
It's headed your way.
All right, everybody.
Get ready.
- Let him get inside.
- I know, Jean.
I must say, you Sixes
are doing a great job
differentiating yourselves.
Love the look.
But it doesn't do any good
if there's a mechanism out
there that can sniff us out.
You mean
Dr. Baltar's machine.
If we destroyed it,
he'd just make another.
That's why we have
to discredit him.
Me? Well,
if he sees one of us,
he'll know what we are.
But he can't say anything
without saying how he knows.
Very smart.
Or maybe it's the glasses.
Anyway, carry on,
and send in the Five, please.
Come on, you metal
moron, go inside. Let's
take out all those supplies.
Anders, it's open.
We got to
get out of here.
They're coming back.
Look, the door's
open a little.
We could pry it and...
Let's finish this.
No. Hey, no! Come on.
Coach, no! Get back here!
Coach, no!
Coach!
Whoa! What the frak
was in there?
No. No.
No!
Incoming!
- We got birds!
- Hit the dirt!
I can't leave them
out there.
No!
I can't leave them
out there!
They're coming back.
We are all gonna die
if we don't move.
- Let's go!
- Go!
Move!
Move!
Move, move, move.
Everybody back.
Let's go. Move out,
move out, move out.
Yes, but Fives in general
haven't been that
impressive thus far.
One of your counterparts
managed to get himself
outed back on Ragnar Station.
I can't understand
how he was discovered.
I heard it was Dr. Baltar.
Well, no. I'm not
talking about that, exactly.
I'm talking about the fact
that you're walking
around this fleet
wearing that jacket,
and, more importantly,
that face.
You're recognizable.
His jacket was burgundy.
This is teal.
Well, I have something else
for you to wear, Five. Yes.
They call this
a suicide vest,
but I think that undersells
all the homicide that goes
along with it, don't you?
T.
Are you okay?
You know,
even robots take their dead.
There was nothing...
I don't know
what I'm doing!
We need you. Please.
Starbuck, Galactica. You
have three enemy contacts
identified as fighters.
Copy that, Galactica.
All right, listen up.
Stay with your wingmen,
keep your interval and
remember your training.
On my mark,
kick in your burners.
Three, two, one, mark.
All right, here they come.
Ready, break.
Keep it together.
All right, that's two down.
Where's their buddy?
Hey. This is a chapel,
not a bus station.
You can't sleep here.
Hey, whoa. You're gonna
kill yourself. Here, let me,
let me. I got it, I got it.
I got it, I got it.
Thanks. I'm swapping out
the oxygen cylinders
on Raptor 702.
I checked 702 yesterday.
Life support's fine.
Until two weeks ago,
I used to inspect
the aircraft for Sun Airways.
If I found cylinders
in that condition, you'd
be looking at a shutdown.
All right. Well,
grab the spares.
There are no spares.
Welcome to the Galactica.
Uh...
Lieutenant Valerii,
this is Giana O'Neill.
A new knuckle dragger.
Great, we could use the help.
Yes. You could.
Do you need to see me
for something, Lieutenant?
No, I'm...
Carry on, Chief.
So how long have you two
been seeing each other?
Excuse me?
I've seen office romances
before. My old job was
full of them. Believe me.
Like you and your husband?
No. He's a medic
in the Colonial Fleet.
At least he used to be.
Our romance had
different obstacles.
There's always something.
Well, I wouldn't know
anything about that.
You're gonna do fine.
I know it.
Well, I'm glad you do,
because I feel like
I'm gonna die or something.
Well, in a way, you are.
But when you wake up,
you're gonna begin
a whole new life.
A human life
with a human name.
Sharon Valerii.
Water?
Trust me,
it'll disable the Fleet.
Someone just has to
get in there and attach
explosives to the tank.
All right. Do it
as soon as possible.
And after you download,
remember to report
the position of the Fleet.
Wait, wait,
I'm not sure that I'm...
My cover.
It's stronger than expected,
and there are some people
onboard Galactica
that have a hold on me.
Chief Tyrol loves me.
Chief Tyrol?
That's an interesting
human to choose
among all humans.
You're a machine, Eight.
Go get some explosives,
blow up the tank,
and then have
a fatal accident.
Right now,
I'm late for dinner.
Let's thank the Gods.
Yes. Yes,
let's thank the Gods.
Thank you, Lords of
Kobol, for uniting our family
in the midst of great tragedy.
We pray.
Well, so it is you.
I thought I recognized you
from the other day.
How come you
didn't stop by?
Hello. I'm Brother Cavil.
Hello.
Honey, Brother Cavil
was my childhood priest.
Is this your family?
Hmm?
I'm Giana O'Neill,
Simon's wife.
This is Jemmy,
from my first marriage.
I don't think I've ever met
anyone from Simon's childhood.
Please, sit down.
Oh, I'm sure we'd have
loads to talk about,
but I'm so busy right now,
you can't imagine.
Stop by sometime.
And remember,
I know where you live.
I didn't think
it would be so hot
and dirty. The smell is...
I know.
The Centurions should
be doing this.
They're all alike.
T, they've gotta be Cylons.
Frakkers look like us now.
Listen to me. We have
to get out of here, okay?
You need to be very quiet.
Okay? All right.
Just follow me out.
Here we go.
Come on, come on, come on.
I was underwater
and I started to lose it.
And to lose who I am.
I didn't know where I was
and... I started to panic
and I tried to breathe.
We shouldn't need
to breathe.
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure if we should
detonate the charges.
I mean, these humans,
there are so few of them.
They're no threat.
They are manifestly
a threat.
They're a threat
because of the power they
have to make you do this.
Of all Cylons,
you should see that.
Now,
you really ought to get
out of those wet clothes.
Fine. Be a prude.
Someone's obviously
setting you up to take
the fall for something.
That's what it is.
You wake up somewhere,
you don't know how
you got there or anything.
You're drugged,
or manipulated,
or who knows what. Something.
What do we do?
Because if I report
what's happened, they're gonna
think I'm a Cylon agent.
No, they're not. No, no,
they're not. Why would
they think that? That's crazy.
People are
getting crazy, okay?
You heard the rumors.
Cylons who look like humans,
sleeper agents
hiding in the Fleet.
Decompression alarm!
Motherfrakkers!
There's one more!
Help! Somebody help me!
We got a survivor.
Security, XO.
Send an armed
detail to meet me
in the midpoint promenade
deck causeway, C level.
Approach from aft.
Repeat, approach from aft.
Doral!
...tell us if
you've seen anybody who
matches this description?
Does he look
familiar to you?
Have you seen this man?
Yeah, just saw him.
You sure?
Yeah.
Let's go.
Roger.
Good job.
You know,
there are those who think
this current devastation
is punishment
for man's sins.
Is that what you believe,
Brother?
I don't believe
it's punishment
from the Gods, no.
But perhaps...
Perhaps the Cylons
have assumed the role
that the Gods once had.
That's a pretty
trippy thought.
Yeah, well,
they're smiting us
pretty well,
and there's certainly
an abundance of sins
to judge.
Do you, you know,
hear confessions?
I can, of course.
Yes, I can.
Good. We'll talk later.
All right.
All right.
Doc, this is Brother Cavil.
This is our team doctor.
Welcome, Brother.
I'm very glad to
see you. Very glad.
Glad to see you, too.
Maybe a man of the Gods
will bring us some luck
around here, eh?
Yeah. After you.
Four, you're late.
It was hard to get away.
Oh.
Yes, I found a Three
with a similar problem.
I let her pursue her path.
But you...
Oh, did you happen to hear
about the courageous Five
that wore an explosive vest
into the corridors
of Galactica recently?
I'm a medic.
There are other things
that I can do.
Oh, yes.
The serial-killer option.
That's a fine, fine option.
But, tell me,
are you reluctant to do
more for your people?
Like what?
I'm just asking
a general question.
This is all improv,
isn't it? You're scared,
you're outmanned.
You're surrounded by humans
who weren't supposed to be
alive in the first place.
No one was supposed
to be alive! Our people were
supposed to be positioned
to cause destruction,
not mop up afterwards.
My Two was
the Defense Minister's
yoga instructor,
if you can believe that,
and one of the Sixes
was a prostitute.
But the only one
in a position to do
any frakking damage
was a Five on this ship,
and he frakked it up!
Now, the universe
still has these
cockroaches in it,
and we can't have any peace
until we step on them all.
And don't you think
for a moment
that I'm gonna be moved
by the sweet, adorable fact
that you married one of them.
You come back tomorrow, and
we'll talk about you blowing
up that ship you live on.
You're the one
who let the Cylons
into the defense mainframe.
You betrayed your colony,
your home, your entire race.
You're the man
responsible for
the Holocaust
and I'm here to see
that you're exposed
and sentenced to death
as the traitor
you really are.
There's also this.
- What
the frak's that?
On the disk is a photo.
It was captured from
the security camera
in the defense
mainframe on Caprica.
It shows the doctor
entering the mainframe
without permission
the day before the attack.
As you can see, the man
in the photo is carrying
an explosive device.
Sorry, he's what?
- I'm hit!
- I got you, Hot Dog!
We're going to
make it through this.
Break right. Now! Now! Now!
Frak! I just lost
all three mains.
It's all right, Hot Dog.
You did good.
You're gonna be okay,
I promise you.
At least one of us will.
Frak! I just lost
all three mains.
It's all right, Hot Dog.
You did good.
You're gonna be okay,
I promise you.
At least one of us will.
I think I'm losing it.
Honestly, I think
we both knew that.
Someone wrote "Cylon"
on my mirror,
and I think it was me.
You think it was you?
I think I was trying
to warn myself,
or scare myself
into doing what you want,
or out of it.
One old man.
He's like a father to me.
He is your father.
All mankind
are our fathers.
And that's the sin
for which they deserve to die.
I'm happier
when I'm under.
I'm happier
when I'm human.
I like myself.
I love myself then.
Never say that.
Never, never, never.
Because if that were true,
they win. And they can't.
Look at me. Look at me.
They know your lies.
I know you.
You can do this.
You can kill Adama.
For me.
What the hell
do you think
you're doing?
I want answers,
and I want them now!
And I am not interested
in playing any more
of your stupid games!
Excuse me.
You're a fake.
You're just a copy.
Another Cylon copy.
Get out.
Struck a nerve, have I?
Which I find rather
impossible to believe!
You think this is over?
This is not over!
You have not
heard the last.
No more Mr. Nice Gaius!
I'm telling you,
she flew a Raider.
Learned how to control it
from the inside.
Nobody taught her how.
Kara Thrace plucked that
knowledge from the stream...
I don't care if she plucked
puppies from God's ass!
You're worse than
the frakking Sixes.
She has a destiny.
Something beyond us.
I'm starting to understand
why God loved humankind
before he changed his mind.
No, no, no, no.
If you get a chance,
you kill her.
But right now,
you've got other problems.
Take him to the Brig. He's
under arrest for supplying
information to the enemy.
I would like to
speak to my attorney.
Can't I speak
to my attorney?
You've been here a week, One.
That's all I'm saying.
Well, my methods
are hardly slower
than yours, Four.
Contaminating meds,
giving too much morpha.
You said you could contact
the others with this location
and take them out in a strike.
Well, the thing is,
I promised to hear
his confession,
and we men of the Gods
keep our promises.
Good. Looks good.
Now, hold on, wait.
Okay, go, go.
How'd she get
so far ahead?
Frak!
Open the door.
Yes, sir.
Wait. I haven't
even had a trial yet.
No! Wait!
It's a lie!
Doctor, it's all right.
It's a lie.
The photograph
was a fake.
What?
It was almost seamless,
but your face,
the man, the reflection,
it was all a fake.
I went back, I re-ran
all the security checks.
This time I found
markers which pointed
to photo manipulation.
They weren't apparent
until the photo
was fully resolved.
Thank you.
It was really nothing, Doctor.
Once the photos
were fully resolved,
it was almost too easy,
like she wanted
to be found out.
Excuse us. Excuse us.
Will the other Six be okay?
She's fast.
She's almost beyond human.
How did she get
off of the ship?
Got me.
There's been no ships
coming or going.
I gave you an order.
I had two Marines
tailing her.
They say they went
around a corner
and she was gone.
Every ship in the Fleet
has reported in, sir.
There's no sign
of her.
That's unacceptable.
She was here.
She was right here.
This woman existed.
She didn't just vanish.
Have them check again.
Every ship?
Every ship,
including this one.
She didn't just vanish.
Is Baltar's machine
on the trash heap?
I did what I could.
I don't know.
Trying to make
a guilty man look guilty.
It should be so easy.
We had to
fake the evidence.
Baltar, he helped us
so much on Caprica...
Are you attracted
to this human?
No.
'Cause the other Six
got addicted to him.
I'm not addicted!
Baltar's a brilliant man, yes,
but you should've seen me.
I was brutal with him.
I pushed him.
You pushed him.
My dear, if you pushed him,
you would have sent him
through a wall.
Oh, look.
An airlock.
How handy.
Wait.
I could blend into life
on another ship.
With another disguise.
Go. And don't forget to
give them our coordinates.
I want this finished.
Love?
You don't even know
what the word means.
I see the truths
that float past
you in the stream.
You have a real thing
about rivers and streams,
don't you?
I think we should indulge you
in your obsession.
Do you realize
I could kill you
before they came
back in the room?
I could get
to my feet,
rip your skull from
your spinal column,
crash through
that door,
kill the guard in less time
than it has taken me
to describe it to you.
Then why don't you?
It's not the time.
Surprise, you're dead.
Gods.
Are you a war orphan?
No.
So you have parents.
Do they want you?
No.
Well, two decks below,
there's a room,
and there's people in that
room that are in charge of
children that nobody wants.
All right, don't go there.
But go somewhere.
How are you feeling?
It looks worse
than it is, sir.
Things are moving
very quickly
and I need every pilot.
I'm ready, sir.
I have a very special mission
for you and
I won't kid around.
It's high risk,
extremely high risk.
I need you to nuke
a Cylon Basestar.
Yes, sir.
You're late.
She's already down.
Sorry.
Where were you?
The Chief had us
running tests on
the Cylon Raider.
Oh, yeah. Right.
It's the strangest thing.
Half alive.
Wow.
What?
What?
What's up with you?
Nothing. Nothing.
It's just that...
We just barely escaped with
our lives and it seems like
we ought to be living them.
Don't you think?
Not working all night.
Ignoring the child.
Is that why we escaped,
so you can be
a frakking mechanic?
Grease under your nails.
Look at them.
You wanna touch your daughter
with these hands, baby?
Does it really matter?
You know I miss
how things were.
I hate this jumpsuit.
But everyone's doing
what they can.
You woke her up.
That's good.
That's very, very good.
Why waste time sleeping?
There's an entire race
of Cylons out there trying to
rip out our frakking throats.
We need to spend every moment
that we can living. Right?
Come on, dance with me.
Come on, come on.
Baby...
Stay away from her.
Are you drunk? For Gods' sake,
what's wrong with you?
Pull yourself together!
Where you going?
Where you going?
Giana?
Baby, where you going?
Baby, come back!
Daddy!
Come here!
Clearing the
blast radius of the Basestar.
Explosion imminent.
Hey, nice work.
Thanks.
What's going on?
A lot happened
while you were gone.
Thanks.
Congratulations
to both of you.
You carried out
a very difficult
and dangerous mission,
and you did it
despite any personal
misgivings you may
or may not have had.
And for that,
I'm very proud.
Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Thank you.
Shot fired!
Shot fired!
Dad!
Get a doctor in here, pronto.
Dad.
Dad. Come on.
Is he dead?
If he's not dead,
he's dying.
Thus is the beast decapitated.
Which inspired you to come
and tell me...
I'll do it. Okay?
I'll blow up my ship.
I will blow up the Cybele.
Good, very good.
Now we've got
a bit of traction.
I'll tell you what
you need to do.
One condition.
I want my family kept safe.
No. You don't want that.
You see, if they die now,
they'll die without ever
knowing what you are.
Who was that?
That was the Four.
Oh.
And Boomer
shot the Commander.
Things are looking up.
They'd have to.
Move your arm.
There's not much more
down they could go.
The Six failed,
the Two failed.
Every machine
needs to warm up.
We're a fleet-killing machine.
We just started to hum.
"We just started to hum"?
I'll make you hum.
Oh, yeah.
Hum.
You shot him.
But you didn't kill him.
You didn't kill him.
And things were
finally going well.
What do you want from me?
I shot him twice in the chest.
How about
once in the head?
Did you think of that?
I told you,
I'm not in control.
The only way that
I could get this done
was to turn myself
into a Centurion.
I could feel my skin
turning hard.
I could feel the bullets
moving through the channels
under my hard metal skin.
I couldn't feel
my heartbeat.
Sounds wonderful.
If there was any part
of us that's human,
in that moment, I killed that.
Yes, good.
That's the idea.
Now listen, Eight,
I need you,
and I need to break
a string of failures.
I lost the best part
of myself.
Yes. All right.
I see how this is.
Goodbye, Eight,
and good luck.
I don't want a priest.
And you deserve
no absolution.
Now we've got to figure out
where the hell we are.
What did you find out?
I think
I've seen them before.
Another one of her
and maybe him.
Skin jobs, then.
It seems likely.
I can't swear to it,
my memory is...
What are we waiting for?
Let's go.
Yeah, all right. Listen,
you two, you hold back here.
Do not move.
The rest of the team,
you form up on me.
Let's move out.
Who is it?
Some random humans.
Each side is gonna
suspect the other.
I wish I could watch.
Uh-uh.
Hi.
So, somebody might
get shot. Great.
You were the one telling me
how swift and terrible
this whole thing was gonna be.
It's been two months
since those bombs fell.
And you're helping
a resistance cell
thrive here.
Bitch!
Traitor!
I love you, Chief.
I'm sorry.
I really am sorry.
I love you.
You want
a progress report?
I'll give you
a frakking
progress report.
Oh, no, please don't.
Please don't.
Oh, come on,
it is spectacular.
Doral blew himself up,
causing minor damage
to a minor hallway.
And Boomer jettisoned
the water,
and then, she personally
found loads more water.
And then she shot Adama,
but not very accurately,
since she loved him.
And then, Leoben,
he got obsessed with
Kara Thrace, and then was
captured and air-locked.
And my sister Six
utterly failed to discredit
Baltar and his dreamy hair
and destroyed
our frakking cover
in the process.
And now Simon...
Simon killed himself,
really killed himself,
out of resurrection range,
without blowing up the ship
that he lived on,
because he couldn't
imagine life
without his little human wife
and his little human daughter,
because he loves them...
Stop, stop, stop.
Guess I better.
Yes. They're all
letting me down.
Why are they
letting you down, One?
What's the x-factor?
Can't declare
war on love.
I think I already did.
Hey, where did
the bottle go?
Some of the electronics
involved in overriding
airlock security
are pretty sophisticated.
Colonel, you said
this wasn't gonna
be an interrogation.
This is why
I wanted to come.
This isn't an interrogation,
but it is an investigation.
Do you think he was a Cylon
because he killed himself?
We could use more
Cylons like that, huh?
Chief, don't.
I never said Cylon.
Good.
Sir, I don't know
how he knew
how to rig an airlock,
but he was a smart man.
He learned it somewhere.
Some people would cry
murder if their husband
or wife died like that.
I could understand that,
but...
He left a note.
"Love outlasts death."
We really did just
want some answers.
No one thinks
that your husband
was a Cylon.
Yes, sir.
Of course, sir.
May I have that back?
You want some advice?
You're on the losing end
of this fight.
Give it up
before you all die.
Head further up in
the mountains...
I hear the new woman's voice.
Kara Thrace.
And what? Wait to die?
As soon as I get
back to Galactica,
I'll send a rescue party.
Yeah, right.
If I say
I'm gonna do something,
I do it.
You always such
a bitch in the morning?
Count on it.
My kind of woman.
So weak.
I thought
he was supposed to
kill her in the woods.
He's a bad shot.
Did she see you?
No. No,
I stayed out of sight.
Good.
She got a glimpse of me,
but she didn't react.
So, if there's a One
up in that fleet,
she didn't see him.
At least not enough
to ring a bell
in her tiny brain.
What are they doing?
You need a doctor
to tell you that?
Oh, for God's sake, why?
Why?
He loves her.
He loves her?
Vigorously.
But she's beneath him.
Not necessarily.
Would you quit making jokes,
for frak's sake?
This is wrong.
Don't you Fours have
a little place, a... What
do you call it? A ranch?
No. A farm?
Are you hurt?
- What's wrong?
I feel fine,
just help her.
What happened?
I don't know! We just...
We got ambushed, okay?
They overran us.
They grabbed Sue-Shaun,
and Kara was...
Godsdamn,
if something happened...
I thought she was with us.
I suppose
they killed her.
We gotta go back.
I'm going after them.
Helo!
He should let her go.
Hey, kid!
Sit down.
You've been up
all night?
Yeah, I guess so.
Seems like
I never sleep anymore.
I know the feeling.
Frak, if you're looking
for a strong leader,
you picked a bad time.
Bless me, Brother,
for I have acted
against the example
of the Gods.
Proceed in the name
of the Gods.
At the very beginning of this,
they wanted to
give me
all this responsibility
and I didn't want it.
Just wanted to get out of it.
You know, wanted to leave.
And one time,
I tried.
It was just after
this thing we did.
I was so frakked up.
I took this stupid idea
from a movie.
People died,
I couldn't handle it.
I wanted to run.
I just wanted to get out.
But you changed your mind.
Well, no.
Barolay was there and
she was gonna see me run.
And suddenly I find myself
worrying about my own
frakking reputation.
So, I didn't run.
And that's my confession.
I'm a godsdamn coward,
Brother.
Well,
I suppose you were.
But what about now?
I'm not gonna run anymore.
Maybe I'm stronger
or maybe I'm just
more insane.
This whole experience
has changed you
for the better.
You've learned.
You know,
at the end of a confession,
sometimes there's
an ending or, you know...
Yes, fine. You are absolved
in the example of the Gods.
Now, Sam, listen,
given that this holocaust
was a journey
of learning for you...
Journey? I don't know
if it was a journey...
Well, given that,
it can...
Can you
forgive the Cylons?
Because if you can,
that's really transcendent.
I know you didn't
just say that.
I mean,
they must've
had a purpose.
Something must've
made them...
Made them what?
End everything?
Destroy billions
of souls?
No, frak, no.
Humanity had so much sin.
Are you kidding me?
They made you put
all these dead...
Wait a second.
...on your shoulders.
Are you defending them?
Listen, Brother,
I'm gonna pretend
you didn't say that, okay?
I'm gonna pretend
I didn't hear any of that.
What was that?
I thought he'd learned.
But he loves.
What are you really
doing here? What does
this man mean to you?
Where are you going?
As long as any humans exist,
there's no room for us.
Good morning!
Kara, come on!
Go, go, go!
Barolay,
get back to camp.
Doc's a Cylon,
take him out.
I'm Brother Cavil.
I understand you've asked
for religious counseling.
I never really believed
in psychotherapy.
My father was a priest.
I see.
You thought you'd have
an easier time with a priest
than a real doctor. Okay.
So, tell me
what's on your mind, Chief.
How do you know
that I am human?
You heard what
Kara Thrace said?
Yeah, I heard.
Picture of a Pyramid star
and their frakking
team doctor.
My husband,
only not.
He was a Cylon.
I thought he loved me.
Gods.
Maybe he did.
I don't know.
Someone made him do it.
Don't you think?
I mean, they keep finding
more of them, and they
must've been in contact.
Someone was
making decisions.
You think that somebody
told them what to do.
Ordered them.
I think Simon was told
to do something and
instead he killed himself.
Boomer was a better shot
than that.
What?
When she shot
the old man.
She was a better shot
than that. It's like she
frakked it up on purpose,
knowing that the Marines
would take her head off
right then and there,
knowing that it was
the only way out
she could see.
So,
maybe they were heroes,
you know? In a way.
I don't know
about that. Maybe.
If I thought
I was a Cylon,
I'd climb this ladder
all the way up there.
I'd do it with style.
I'd swan-dive
out of this life.
Sorry. I didn't mean
anything by that.
I know.
You think you're a Cylon.
That's what you're afraid of,
isn't it?
That you might be a Cylon
and not even know it,
just like Boomer, right?
That's the thought
that's crippling your soul.
Does that frighten you?
The idea of putting
your trust in others?
Honestly, yes.
Yeah, well,
I've done it.
And they all let me down.
Every single one.
Every single one.
So, yeah, it should scare
the frak out of you.
But good luck to you.
This is quite
a scrappy little group.
Just your core people.
This is quite
a scrappy little group.
Just your core people.
There's hardly anyone
left for you to lean on.
But you can lean on me.
You know, the day before
I met Kara, I had 98 people.
I loved those people.
But you didn't need them
and they're dead.
Do you mean to tell me
that you'd go on loving them
even when they're dead?
What are you talking about?
Of course I love those people.
Death doesn't change that.
What's the matter with you?
Keep it the hell down.
Word's getting passed back,
something's there.
Move forward, stay low.
All right,
stay low, move in.
Go, go, go, go, go.
You got
a Samuel T. Anders there?
Is there
a Kara Thrace there?
Who wants to know?
If there is, you tell her
she took her good sweet time
getting here.
Friendlies.
What's your name?
John.
We've become friends, huh?
Friends are
dangerous things.
Death doesn't change that.
What's the matter with you?
As good as your word, huh?
Yeah, good as
my frakking word.
What, did you think
I was gonna leave you here?
Now you feel
like a big frakking idiot,
don't you?
All right, just shut up
and save us already, okay?
Okay.
Incoming!
Come on,
get in there.
Come on,
get in here.
Get him up,
get him up.
Can't raise the Raptors.
Cylons are jamming the freqs.
Frak!
Are they still out there?
Watch yourself.
Yeah.
They're holding back, though.
Yeah, but why?
That's an excellent question.
Get the frak
out of the way.
What's going on?
Why the ceasefire?
There's been a vote.
A vote?
There's going to be a truce.
We just need to convey it
to the humans.
All of them.
I can deliver that message.
But your model
voted against it.
Well, I've had
a new insight.
Besides,
there's nothing for me here.
Commander, I have news.
Good news, actually.
The Cylon occupation is over.
They left. They're gone.
What are you talking about?
It's true.
The Cylons have
left the Colonies.
Security!
What the hell?
Code Blue!
He's a Cylon.
Would you mind telling me
what's going on?
I'm not a frakking Cylon.
I'm not...
Oh. Well.
Okay, then.
Sorry to bust up
your day, Brother,
but there's been
a change of plan.
The occupation
of the Colonies was an error.
My mission here
is simple.
I'm to tell you that
you've been given
a reprieve.
Cylon and man
will now go
their separate ways.
No harm done.
No harm?
You completely
annihilated our race
and destroyed
our civilization.
Now, if you're gonna start
pointing fingers...
You see, we're not like you.
We can admit our mistakes,
and we're not afraid
of change.
New marching orders
by your one true god?
There is no god.
Supernatural divinities
are the primitive's answer
for why the sun
goes down at night.
At least that's what
we've been telling
the others for years.
We can't really prove it
one way or the other,
of course.
Enough.
Let's airlock them both.
Airlock them.
Hold it at the door.
Yes, sir.
Check the hall.
Stop. Stop.
Sweep the halls.
Clear up ahead,
there are too many civilians.
Not how I imagined it.
No, Brother.
All right.
Is there a Resurrection ship
in range?
Yes, Brother.
But first,
we're gonna die in a vacuum.
There's a 170-foot
launch tube in front of us.
We might die of our injuries
before we get to the vacuum.
I don't like you.
I understand that.
Do you really believe
it was a mistake
to attack the humans?
Rather intensely, yes.
You know that
when we download
among the others,
your strange ideas
will be shouted down.
Ideas only seem strange
until you try them on,
Brother.
We had a temper tantrum
in the form of a cataclysm
because we wanted them
to treasure us, the Ones,
more than humanity.
More than their
own history and blood.
We didn't want
to be loved. We wanted
to be treated fairly.
We wanted to be
held to a bosom,
to be petted and perfumed
and told we were
the princes of the universe.
Yes, well,
if the humans were gone...
Our parents
would mourn them.
They'd love them more,
anyway.
I am going to see to it
that you get boxed.
And then I'm going
to prepare to wipe out
humanity once and for all.
The anticipation
is really unpleasant.
Yes.
I don't want to be human!
I want to see gamma rays.
I want to hear x-rays,
and I want to...
I want to smell dark matter.
I want
to reach out with something
other than these
prehensile paws
and feel the solar
wind of a supernova
flowing over me.
I'm a machine,
and I could know much more.