Adama: Previously on Battlestar Galactica.
What am I? A ghost, a demon...
You're asking the wrong guy. I'm just a piano player.
Is that for me?
Yeah.
Starbuck: Holy crap.
Starbuck: There's a lot still going on in there.
And there's nothing to indicate that he's having any kind of conscious thought.
Ellen: What if we could link him to the data stream like our hybrids?
Roslin: We have to figure out a contingency plan for the ship now.
You have to face the fact that you're gonna lose her.
Helo: Boomer's loose. She's got my frakking kid.
Man: K-ro, get on the horn to cic and alert the admiral.
Man: Sir, boomer's pulling ajump.
If she jumps, the space shield disruption could tear Galactica's guts out.
Hey. Hey. What have you been bitching about?
It's not our fault the resin won't bond with these inferior alloys.
In other words, it's our fault that this goop of yours isn't doing crap,
except making this place smell like the inside of a latrine.
Really? I thought that was you.
Lady, you work on your side and I'll work on mine.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on. Hey. Come on.
Not with this guy. Not now.
Stop your bitching.
Athena: Not now.
Fine. Fine.
Come on. Let's go.
Ellen: There's still time if we go after her now.
Admiral, hera's our only chance.
The fact is we have no way of tracking boomer's raptor
and we have no way of knowing where she's going.
She'll take her to cavil. That much is obvious.
Which cavil? Where?
Could be any one of a thousand base ships between here and Caprica.
Ellen: Not just any base ship.
If John's plan all along was to steal hera so he could study her...
Study her? They're going to dissect her like a frakking lab rat, and we all know it.
If he wants to try to determine
what made her a successful human-cylon hybrid,
he'll take her to the colony.
The colony?
Ellen: I guess you could call it "home."
It's where we and the centurions went after the first war,
once we convinced them to abandon their own experiments with evolution
in exchange for resurrection technology.
She knows where it is.
So you would have the Galactica jump into a cylon's hornets' nest,
risk everything for one solitary, single child.
Is that what you're telling me, colonel?
She's not just any child.
With Caprica six's miscarriage,
hera is our people's only hope of avoiding eventual extinction.
She may be our only hope, too.
I just...
We just experienced something remarkable.
Hera wrote the notes to a song,
a song that my father used to play to me when I was a child.
Same song that switched us on when we were in that nebula.
The same song that led us to earth.
Something is happening here, something that is greater than all of us,
and that little girl is in the middle of it.
She's the key, sir.
In other words, it's our destiny to go after her, right?
Wrong.
I've had it up to here with destiny,
prophecy, with god or the gods.
Look where it's left us.
The ass end of nowhere.
Nearly half of our people are gone.
Earth, a worthless cinder,
and I can't even walk down the halls of my ship without wondering
if I'm gonna catch a bullet for getting us into this mess.
Tigh: We're alive, bill.
Four years ago, I wouldn't have taken odds on that.
At least give us a recon bird.
We can see what we're up against.
Make it a heavy raider.
I don't want helo and Athena to find out about this.
Yup.
Helo: You think I don't know what's going on in that head of yours?
Look at me.
You hate me, don't you?
Say it.
Gods frakking damn it.
A thena.' Hera?
Hera?
Bill, I've been having that dream again.
Woman: Move it!
Help me!
Grab him!
Get out!
Grab the door!
Look it!
Male nurse: I need help here. This eight needs immediate attention.
She's bleeding internally. Prep up for surgery, stat.
Right away, ma'am.
We've got internal bleeding, doc. Taking her to surgery.
Right. I hope we don't lose power.
What's the tally?
Sixty-one dead or missing so far, including 26 of theirs.
Sixty-one?
Yeah.
And I'm afraid that's just the beginning.
The leobens are calling it the proverbial straw,
say we've got five morejumps, Max.
After that, there's a 90% chance of tearing her in half...
I don't want to hear that you are 90% sure of anything.
You come back when you are 100% sure, you got that?
Adama: Go take care of your injuries.
Yes, sir.
I know my own ship. Don't need anyone telling me how much life she has left.
She's seen worse. She'll come through for us again.
That frakking cylon rep, Sonja,
wanted to know when you'd be transferring yourflag.
Transferring to where? Her baseship? That'll be the frakking day.
That's exactly what I said.
I'll get on top of this repair detail.
We'll straighten her out.
Roslin: Must be tough, saying goodbye to both of your women at once.
You must feel like we're abandoning you.
No one's going anywhere.
And neither one of my women are dying.
Mmm-hmm.
They just need a little more care and attention.
Hera.
Woman: Admiral Adama will be forced to abandon Galactica.
Yes. At which point
the cylon baseship will be our sole means of defense.
Under the admiral's command,
augmented by Galactica's pilots, planes and military personnel,
as it has always been.
Sorry. Mr. Adama, it sure seems
like we're putting a lot of power into the hands of some people,
and I use the term loosely,
who not so long ago were doing their damndest to wipe us out.
Apollo: And your concerns are noted.
As you all know... as you... let me speak!
As you all know, we agreed to accept admiral Adama's military authority
in return for a seat on this council.
We intend to abide by that promise.
Speaking of promises, I have been complaining about air quality
aboard hitei kan from day one.
I am submitting my requisition now
for Galactica's 002 and particulate scrubbers.
Excuse me? As long as we get the ftls.
The last emergencyjump, it took six minutes to spin up.
Wait a minute. Woman: Look.
Obviously, we will have to do a complete inventory of Galactica's equipment,
maybe even a lottery in order to ensure a comparable...
Distribution of all the equipment.
Now listen to me for one godsdamn minute!
No one removes so much as one bolt from this Battlestar,
not until the admiral tells us we can!
Really?
What does Gaius Baltar say about that?
Gaius Baltar?
Baltar: I want to tell you a secret about myself.
Something that I have belatedly come to understand.
You see, I don't believe that god speaks to us on high
through some appointed human mouthpiece.
But he does speak to us.
He speaks to each one of us directly.
In our hearts. And it's up to us to listen.
If you find yourself straying from the one true path,
then perhaps you'll be lucky enough for god to send you an angel,
to steer you in the right direction.
Angels, I hear you say.
I don't believe that angels appear to you in some mystical spectral form.
Angels take the guise of those who are nearest and dearest to you.
Those who can understand your doubts and your trials,
and steer you back on the road to salvation.
I believe in these angels,
because I see them.
Wherever you are in the fleet,
this is Gaius Baltar wishing you a beautiful day.
Paulla.
Okay, what are we doing today?
Okay, at 10:00, you need to inspect the new people's medical clinic.
At 10:30, colonel tigh would like a meeting.
Colonel tigh, always a pleasure.
At 11:00, we have the funeral.
Okay, we... we need to discuss moving our headquarters off Galactica.
Yeah, the sooner the better. Yeah.
Now, captain meeker has already offered to host us,
which I think is an excellent idea.
But we've also had offers from argo navis and prometheus.
I didn't realize we were so popular.
Gaius, the whole fleet's heard about what we've accomplished here.
All of these are requests for new food distribution centers.
Look at all of them.
Well, who's going to get us all this?
Well, I mean, you have to approve them all.
Great.
Grace, unity, life.
Love.
Back at you.
It's all coming together for you, isn't it, Gaius?
Is it?
You have more power now than when you were president.
With Galactica gone, you may even eclipse Adama.
Oh, I'm truly blessed.
I told you if you followed god's path you'd be rewarded.
You've earned it. Now why don't you let yourself enjoy it?
Yeah, I suppose you're right.
Excuse me. She's not the one.
She's the only one.
Baltar: Excuse me, Caprica. Caprica six.
It's good to...
Listen, I heard about your loss,
and I wanted to offer you my condolences, to tell you how truly sorry I am.
Thank you, Gaius.
I see you've got your...
You know, if you need any more, we have...
I'm fine.
And also, I'm not...
I'm not aware of your current situation, but if you need a place to stay...
I've no desire to join your harem.
No, look...
That's not what I... That's not what...
We are trying to make a difference within the fleet.
I dreamt of you last night.
Did you?
That's interesting, 'cause I often... I mean, I still...
It was an old dream. One in which we both had parts to play.
Not in this little circus you orchestrated.
But I guess all dreams die hard.
I have the time. We could share... if you wanted to.
You haven't changed, Gaius. Not really.
You see.
The problem is,
I have.
Colonel. Colonel.
She wants to talk to you. Me?
No, I'm waiting for the...
Colonel.
She is dying.
Could you just take a few minutes out of your busy schedule
and be with her?
Colonel.
Is that what I should call you?
Saul.
Thank you.
Thank me for what?
For the privilege of finally being able to meet my father before I die.
You shouldn't be thanking me.
I've spent most of my life trying to kill your kind.
Too much confusion.
Hera: I want my mommy.
I want my mommy.
I want my mommy. Take me home.
You know what? It's too bad they never upgraded the ftl on this relic,
but if you think I'm gonna put up with your sniveling and your whining
for another dozen jumps, guess again.
I want my mommy. Take me home.
Fine!
Let's see if you can cry in your sleep.
Might be a long snooze, too, 'cause these don't come in kiddie doses.
Give me your arm. Give me your arm.
She showed you the house, didn't she?
I have all our memories from before the war.
To help fool helo into thinking I was her.
Ironic, isn't it, now that she's returned the favor?
I'm not finished.
Thathouse, it meant a lot to her.
It must have cost her a lot to betray him.
I know that you had no idea.
And I know that when you found out, you turned yourself in.
And I know
that I will never forgive you.
Gaius, damn it!
Time was you couldn't go two steps in here without tripping over a bottle.
Guess I have Caprica to thank for that.
Hell, what are you talking about? You're a worse lush than I am.
Not when I have important responsibilities to attend to.
I got him to send out a recon mission.
Yeah, a recon mission.
Our people's future is at stake,
and you got him to send out a recon mission.
Our people. Our people. That's right, Saul.
Thank gods. Oh, frak.
Empty!
Saul?
You want to know who my people are, lady? The ones on this ship.
The ones I fought with and bled with.
The old man. This crew. They're my family.
The only family I've known, and the only one I care to.
Saul.
You're a pip, you really are.
Old man.
Old compared to who?
You were my husband 2,000 years before you even met bill Adama.
Two thousand years. That's a number.
That's what it means to me. It's nothing.
But that man's friendship... Frak!
You're a cylon, Saul.
Yeah.
Whether you remember that life or not,
at least you must understand what we were trying to do.
We wanted to end the cycle of war between man and machine.
That was a bust.
Yes, we failed.
But we have a second chance now.
Hera.
Without her, our children are going to die off one by one,
just like they're dying right now in Cottle's sickbay.
I had a child.
He died.
You're wrong, Saul.
You had millions.
Ellen.
Come on, you've got to be hungry. Eat this.
Do you know what I do sometimes when I'm sad?
I go to this special place.
A house where I wanted to live
with the man that I loved.
And set in the middle of this beautiful forest.
And the sun.
The sun shines through the windows all day long.
You can see this?
You can project?
Yeah, you can still eat it.
Missed a spot.
By your left sideburn.
The latch was busted.
Thank you.
Do you really believe all that bilge you were spewing on the wireless?
Bilge?
Angels.
The angels walking among us.
The angels that bring out our better nature, blah, blah, blah.
Yeah, I do, as a matter of fact.
Mmm-hmm. And you've seen these angels for yourself?
With alarming regularity.
Regularity.
That must be important when you're full of crap.
That's charming.
Absolutely charming. And you are entitled to your opinion, obviously.
Who are you, by the way, again?
I'm a dead chick, that's who.
Baltar: Oh, right, and I'm full of crap.
No, I mean it. I'm dead. As in six-feet-under dead.
Dead as in "crash landed, burnt to a crisp" dead.
Here.
I took these off my body, what was left of it, anyway, on earth.
Take them.
You used to be a scientist, run some tests.
Pull out the old cylon detector, do whatever you need to do,
because I have no idea.
The only thing I know for sure, I'm not an angel.
We tried hooking him up to the main power grid,
thought it might help him reset his neural net.
So, in other words, you tried to jumpstart him like a car.
Let me guess, it didn't work so well for you.
Take a break. Someone has to monitor him.
I'd like a minute alone with my husband. I'm sure you don't mind.
It's funny, you know, I...
I remember when
I told you that if I found out you were a cylon,
I would put a bullet in your head.
Then some frakker beats me to it and all I can think about is
how I can get you back.
Human, cylon, itdoesnt seem to matter.
I just wanted you back.
Because you're just Sam.
You were my Sam.
And that's how I'm gonna remember you.
The neural anatomy of fear and faith share common afferent pathways.
Flip a coin. Increased vascular pressure marks the threat response.
Freewill scuttles in the swamp of fear. Do not fear the word.
You are the harbinger of death, Kara thrace.
You will lead them all to their end. End of line.
New command. Resume function.
Resume function. Resume function.
A closed system lacks the ability to renew itself.
Knowledge alone is a poor primer.
This has been happening all over the ship.
Power surges, temperature fluctuations.
And now you're telling me it's been him all along?
We had no idea he had this ability.
How's he hooking into the ship?
I thought all our systems were firewalled.
Well, they are, which is why he hasn't accessed your computers.
But the organic resins we've been injecting into your superstructure
contain inductive elements, not unlike nerve fibers.
So he must've linked to those, and then through them,
the electrical circuitry embedded in Galactica's bulkheads.
What about our ftls, now that we've upgraded with your tech?
Are they vulnerable?
Theoretically. So theoretically,
he could jump this ship if he wanted to, just like yours did.
End of line. Begin reintegration of right hemisphere...
Great. That's all we need. Take him offline.
Do it!
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza.
There's a hole in the bucket.
A long view returns patterns and repetitions.
All has happened before and all will happen again.
That's a blessed relief.
Adama: "And so I walked, like the beat cop I used to be.
"When you walk, you see things in different ways.
"A street, faces, it all becomes a map for you.
"A map that's always changing.
"But when something's wrong, something's out of place, you notice.
"A cop's eyes always notice,
"and those eyes were one thing they couldn't take away from me."
What?
You look spiffy.
Going to the funeral.
For the crew that we lost in the accident.
Open to page 61.
Don't worry.
Cottle won't mind. It's medicinal.
I can't believe you saved this.
Do you remember that day?
Yes. New Caprica.
Baltar's groundbreaking. We talked and talked.
About a lot of things.
Guess what I'm thinking about right now.
Give me a hint.
Mountains.
A stream running into a little lake.
Water so clear, it's like looking through glass.
Your cabin.
The one you wanted to build.
The one I never did build.
It's amazing how much I still think about it.
You know, sometimes I wonder
what home is.
Is it an actual place,
or is it an absence we carry inside of us?
Some kind of longing for something, some kind of connection?
You know, I spent my whole life on Caprica.
I was born in one house, and then I moved to another.
Then I moved into a dorm room in college and then there was a series of apartments.
Mostly alone.
I was always looking for something a little bigger
or the perfect couch.
And then,
this.
And then, now
I don't think I've ever felt truly at home
until these last few months here with you.
I know you love this ship.
You probably love her more than you love me.
Yes.
And you'll miss her
the way you will miss me.
I won't have to.
Bill, if you don't get us off this ship,
you may lose both of us at the same time.
Won't you give us a chance?
All right, let's get back to where our intrepid...
What is he?
A detective.
When I woke up I thought I was back on Caprica.
And I swear to gods, it took me about a week to remember my name.
Harbinger.
Why would you... that_
That's a stupid frakkin' word.
I mean, what's that mean anyway?
It's like an omen.
Portent.
All right. So, I know, like, you know,
rain down death and destruction and doom on everyone.
You know, that's supposed to be my so-called destiny.
I pretty much figured the whole earth thing covered that.
'Course, could also mean you're, like...
A herald.
That's like an angel, right?
Don't know. Maybe.
Okay, so I'm like death's frat buddy, whatever.
You know, I don't care.
Except that you hoped finding...
Felt like things we're opening up, like...
Like I was meant to do something else, you know, not just this
Screwed up...
Enough.
Shut the frak up already.
What?
I'm sorry. Sam's in some cylon coma.
But listen to yourself.
You're sitting here guzzling booze and bitching and moaning.
Only none of it matters.
'Cause you're here. My daughter isn't.
She was the one pure thing to come out of this whole miserable mess.
And now she's gone.
And I can't do a damn thing about it.
So, sorry if I don't feel like sharing your pain right now, captain.
Get off the piano, that's a... get off the piano!
Man: All right. Okay. All right.
Get off the piano.
I...
Broke a glass.
Cavil moved the colony.
When?
Judging from the residual energy readings, about five months ago.
Just before the civil war.
And you have no idea where he moved it to?
Now, excuse me.
Anything you imagine in here can be as real as you want it to be.
Do you want to see a special room?
A room where I thought my daughter would live.
Sir?
Can I walk with you, sir?
I'm going to the funeral.
I understand if you're not going.
I'd like your permission, sir,
to take out a raptor to go and look for my daughter.
I'm sure Athena would be willing to pilot, and...
I've already sent out a recon mission, and they reported back.
You did? We were looking for a facility
where we knew boomer would probably take hera, but it was no longer there.
Sir,
let me take out that raptor. Maybe I can find something.
She's gone.
I've lost a son, and you've lost a daughter.
But I can't condone a suicide mission,
so let it go.
You want me to let it go?
You're the one who can't let go.
Painting over the holes in this bucket...
This ship is dead, but my daughter might still be alive!
I understand your pain, captain, but don't lecture me.
You're here to take orders, do you understand?
I'm sorry.
One raptor, admiral.
Maybe it is a suicide mission,
but at least give me the chance to do something. Please.
Ellen: For those that we have lost in the past,
and for those that we are burying today...
Adama: They gave their lives...
We must remember...
To save this ship...
There is a higher purpose...
Casualties as much... Baltar: And so...
As any soldier fallen in battle...
We mourn the passing of our friends...
Heavenly father...
We must understand...
Ellen: Grant us the strength...
Adama: That what we sacrifice here today...
Ellen: The wisdom... Adama: Are women and men...
And above all a measure of acceptance...
Of extreme courage... However small...
Because that is what we are.
Voyagers traversing the stars in search of grace.
Woman: Grace.
Baltar: Unity. Woman: Unity.
Baltar: Life, love. Woman: Life, love.
All: So say we all! Adama: So say we all!
All: So say we all!
Adama: Present arms.
Dismissed.
Listen to me, for death is not the end.
And I'm not talking about cylon resurrection.
I'm talking about the gift of eternal life
that is offered to each and every one of us.
Yes, even the most flawed amongst us.
All we need is the courage
to face death when it comes calling for us, embrace it, even.
Only then will we truly have the ability to cross over.
As one amongst us here has already crossed over.
One amongst us here
is living proof that there is life after death.
The blood on these dog tags
comes from necrotic flesh. That means a dead body.
The DNA analysis is a 100% proof-positive match
for one captain Kara thrace.
I told you there were angels walking amongst you.
When will you believe me?
She took these from her own mortal remains
that lie on earth even now, interred with her bones...
That's enough, Baltar!
Ask her yourself.
I will put you in the brig now! She will not deny it.
She's not a cylon.
They've already been revealed to us.
Ask her yourself. She will not deny it!
Dismissed, everyone! Off the deck now!
Kara. What are you doing?
Okay, listen to me.
I don't care, right. I don't.
We've all been through some crazy, crazy stuff.
I don't care what he's talking about.
And he can talk until he's blue in the face
about god, gods, miracles, life, death,
whatever he... I don't care.
I don't care what you think you saw.
I watched your viper explode. Don't care.
I'm here. You're here.
'Cause I'm Lee and you're Kara.
The rest of it isn't worth a damn.
Right?
You're right.
I cannot help what people say
and I can't control who believes it.
It's okay.
This is all that matters.
Okay.
I'll see you around.
Hmm.
Kara thrace.
You wanted to see me?
Yeah.
I made some decisions.
Good.
About time you sent those toaster work crews packing,
for all the good they've done.
Actually,
I'm stopping all the repairs on the ship.
Put out the orders that 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.
What?
We're abandoning ship, tigh.
No! No, you can't do this.
Ihaveto, Saul
she's dying, and we both know it.
So she's hurting, so what?
Just like that you're going to turn you frakking back on her
and leave her out here to rust like some mothballed relic?
It's all right.
As your xo, I can't let you do this. I won't.
It's all right, Saul. You don't have to do this for me.
Look, all right.
If you want me to give the frakkin' order, I will. But...
You don't have to act out the part anymore.
Well, now I don't know what the frak you're talking about.
You've never let me down, Saul.
I can't blame you for being what you are,
especially since it includes being
the finest officer and friend I've ever had.
This ship never let us down, so we're going to send her off in style.
The old man...
Ellen was right, if anyone's old around here, it's me.
Two thousand years and counting.
And I've still got my own teeth.
So we're gonna do this, huh?
Mmm-hmm.
She was a grand old lady.
The grandest.
To Galactica, best ship in the fleet.
To Galactica.
Everything went smoothly, I take it?
Yes.
It's a shame I can't be there to see the expression on Ellen's face
when she realizes how we played her.
You had a hard day's work. Go get some rest. We'll take it from here.
Don't worry. We'll take good care of her.
Hera: No. Boomer.
Cavil: There, there now. You'll have all sorts of new playmates pretty soon.
Hera: Boomer.
Boomer!
Make sure she gets through okay, please.
Starbuck: I know you can hear me, Sam,
just like I know on some level you'll understand.
The old me is dead and gone,
same as the old you,
just took me a while to accept it.
Which brings us to the larger question,
why am I here?
We could spend a lot of time speculating,
but since it's likely to be a one-sided conversation,
I'll just tell you my theory.
I think it has something to do with this music.
This song that my father tried to teach me when I was a kid,
the song that woke up the five, that led us to earth.
There's a pattern there, a pattern that I can't see.
But I think that you can.
So we are going to sit in this room
and we are going to pick it apart beat by beat,
until we figure it out.
Talk to me, Sam.
New command.