[Man] Prevlously on Battlestar Galactica:
Thus shall it come to pass.
The dying leader shall know the truth of the Opera House.
Where did you hear that? Who told you that?
The hybrid before they unplugged it.
I've got to find out about these visions.
Plug it in. It's time to get some answers.
[Athena] Can I see what you drew?
Hera?
Get away from my child! You are never gonna take her.
Jump!
[Groaning] Heavenly Father...
[mumbling] Give me the strength...
The wisdom...
[gasping]
[Cottle] Quickly. All right, on three.
One, two, three, lift.
Keep some pressure on that wound until I can get to the artery. Mask on.
[Gasping]
- [Man] Kidnapped! - Baltar was with her!
- He's responsible? - It was the Cylons.
- My people say she was shot. - You talking about Roslin?
One of Adama's Marines shot a Cylon, and that is how this thing has begun.
- So then where is Zarek? - I don't know!
Who's in charge here?
Zarek is still waiting to talk to you. What should I tell him? Sir?
Decker said they've shipped the last of the Vipers.
Means we're down 40 birds, almost as many jocks.
We're gonna have to reconfigure the CAP, rethink our defence posture.
- Where is she? - Marines are holding her.
My quarters.
[Woman] Nobody has told us anything.
- [Tom] Hi. - Mr Vice President.
- I have some questions for you. - Thank you. Calm down.
Everybody! Everybody just calm down, please.
Mr Vice President, it's important we know.
- Is the president dead? - We have no information.
- [Woman] I heard she was assassinated. - No truth to that, as far as we know.
- Then what the hell do we know? - Our first priority
is to get out as much information as we can to avoid exaggeration.
To that end, I asked Admiral Adama to come and answer our questions directly.
Unfortunately, he wouldn't take my call.
At this time...
- However... However... - [all clamouring]
Please. Please, just a moment.
- [Machlne beeplng] - [Indistinct chatter]
President Roslin was aboard the Cylon baseship,
along with Baltar and many of Galactlca's pilots when itjumped away,
after one of their own leaders was shot aboard Galactlca.
We have no idea when or if they'll return,
or if the president or the other captives will be subject to reprisals.
For now, by the powers granted me by law,
- I have taken over as president. - [Man] Hear, hear!
[Applause]
[Echolng beeps]
By refusing to meet with Zarek, you're helping him fan the Quorum's suspicions.
Their suspicions don't concern me.
Look, maybe he's not the man we hoped for,
but he is next in line and the Fleet needs reassurance and stability
that only lts mllltary commander can offer.
If this Fleet needs reassurance, then you reassure them. That's yourjob now.
You can tell Zarek he can go to hell.
- Why? - Sir?
Do you hate your people so much that you look for any excuse to kill one?
Or did you deliberately try to sabotage this truce?
No, sir, of course not.
Then you tell me why.
You make me understand why you did this.
They were gonna take her.
The Six. She was gonna take my child.
There were too many witnesses. They all said the same thing.
Your daughter was lost.
The Cylon merely kneeled down, was talking to her.
That's what it looked like to others, but I know.
- Oh, you knew better. - I had a vision,
where the Six and Baltar were taking Hera away from me.
A vision.
It was more than a vision. When I saw them together,
I knew that they would take her, they would take away my child!
You murdered an unarmed woman. And, by doing so,
you put the lives of every single person in this Fleet at risk.
And quite possibly cost the lives of the president and your husband.
You disobeyed the direct orders of a superior officer,
but, more importantly, you betrayed a promise to me.
I trusted you.
[Sobbing] Sir, I will accept any form of punishment that you think I deserve.
I just ask that you please don't take away Hera.
I'm afraid the brig is no place for a little girl.
Guards!
- Get her out of my sight. - Yes, sir.
[Woman] At one time, Adama supported Gaius Baltar's administration.
- A chance he'd support yours? - Only Admiral Adama can answer that.
[Jacob] I will address this to Delegate Adama.
Do you think your father will hand over power to this administration?
- No. - [Clamouring]
[Woman] We have no authority...
Fine. Yeah.
Recon Raptor reported back. Resurrection hub's gone.
No sign of the baseship carrying the president,
assuming that's where they were headed.
They were determined to resurrect the Three.
What we used to call D'Anna.
To do that, they gotta go to the hub.
- You find it, we'll find them. - Ah, easier said than done.
Maybe.
We got other problems. Starbuck's having trouble
fielding planes to fly a standard CAP.
Wants us to consider having the Fleet tighter so it's easier to defend.
Means counting on a bunch of civvies flying close formation.
- Yeah. - Organise it.
I got you appointed to this job.
Pulled strings, called in favours,
all because I thought you might do some good.
Now, you're advising me to step aside
from a position that, by law, is mine.
A position I was elected to.
- But you were never elected president. - But I was elected...
...to office! Which is more than Roslin can claim.
Why do you think she kept me on in the first place?
To thank me for rolling over? No.
No, to help legitimise her coup.
In the military...
...we used to talk about facts on the ground.
The facts on the ground are these:
Right or wrong, Adama will never recognise you as president,
and we need someone he will. The Quorum has a legal authority
to appoint an interim president in a time of crisis.
And I suppose you have someone in mind?
No. No, not yet.
Which is why we need to form a committee
and start looking for a candidate as soon as possible.
Well, good luck with that.
[Man] Do you belleve thls government's In danger?
[Tom] Face facts. What we had these past flve years Isn't a true government,
but a taclt agreement between a mllltary strongman
and a polltlcal strongwoman to rule together by flat.
[Man] You asked the Quorum to authorlse the creatlon of a clvll defence force?
[Tom] After the last coup, we don't want to depend on Galactica's Marlnes
to guarantee our safety.
You see the problem?
Lampkin's first rule of legal dynamics.
When an irresistible force
meets a movable object...
...stand aside...
...and wait for the class action suit.
Except I'm not sure if it's to anyone's benefit if we just sit around,
waiting to pick up the pieces.
It's heading for a showdown. There's gonna be bloodshed...
Unless you can find someone else. Someone your father won't reject,
someone the Quorum will approve of, someone to take Tom Zarek's place
as interim president until the next round of elections.
Don't take the case, counsellor.
It's a loser.
I have to. We have to.
[Cat meows]
No one on the Quorum is going to lift a finger.
Zarek's got them inhaling fear and exhaling anger.
But you have taken the pulse of the Fleet, and you know character.
And, frankly, you need a reason to get out of this room.
Unless you want to start discussing what's been keeping you here.
So you won't be dissuaded, will you?
Not even when you hear my fee?
- Fee? - Appearances to the contrary,
I'm actually in this for the money. I have a reputation to maintain.
OK, so, what did Roslin offer you to defend Baltar?
Room with a view.
I'm not sure I can improve on that.
Then pro bono it is, counsellor.
Word to the wise.
Sometimes it's better to settle for what you've already got.
Colonel Tigh. I understand you've developed a relationship
with the Cylon prisoner.
That's not the word I'd use, but she has been more co-operative.
See if she'll tell you anything about the hub.
Bill.
We'll find her. We'll find all of them.
The resurrection hub. How do we find it?
- I'm sure the others have told you. - You tell me.
Only our hybrids can locate it. And then only after it completes a jump.
- They can't anticipate where it goes. - You're holding back.
I know it. You're lying.
I have never lied to you, Saul. Why don't you trust me now?
There are too many lives at stake, lady.
Your buddies took off with half an air wing,
not to mention the president of the frakking Colonies.
She's the real reason you're so angry, so worried. I can hear it in your voice.
Why? Why is a dying woman so important to you?
Not to me, godsdammit, to the old man.
Admiral Adama?
Saul.
- Do you love me? - What?
Be honest with me. I've been honest with you.
I don't believe this.
You're asking me if...
[PA] Attentlon. Set condltlon one aboard the shlp. Not a drlll.
This has gone too far. I don't know what mind games you are playing,
- but it ends here! - [alarm blarlng]
- What have we got? - Missing Raptorjumped into range.
- We sure it's ours? - Transponder checks out.
One that boarded the rebel baseship. No radiological signature.
Racetrack and Skulls on their way to intercept.
Actual, Racetrack. I'm eyeballing our bird now. Looks shot to hell,
venting fuel and O2. Still no response to hails.
Someone had to jump that bird.
I can't see a frakking thing from here.
Skulls, take the wheel. I'm going for a walk.
Decompresslon check OK. Openlng hatch.
Safety llne secure. Movlng toward the Raptor.
I'm seelng major damage to the canopy.
Looks empty Inslde.
[Gruntlng]
I got the hatch open, but It's stuck. [stralnlng]
Grav field's off.
It's Pike.
He's dead.
[Indistinct chatter]
This is the shuttle she took over to the baseship.
Laird was able to salvage the flight data recorder,
puts the originating jump point deep in Sector Delta 9.
President Zarek called again. Heard about the Raptor, waiting to be briefed.
Recall the CAP. Spin up the FTLs.
- What about the Fleet? - Let's go.
We are looking for an understudy. Quandary is,
one doesn't generally get the chance to wield political power
without the ambition to actively seek it.
- [Cat meows] - Easy, Lance.
That same ambition often compromises
the unselfish motives that begat the quest.
In other words, a battle of id versus ego that ego rarely wins.
- Roslin never sought power. - Exception that proves the rule.
One could argue that Laura Roslin is a study in repressed ambition.
Just like you, Mr Adama.
Never seeking out a job until it's handed to you?
Flight leader, battlestar commander, Quorum delegate.
A man doesn't carve out a path through life without...
All right, enough psychoanalysis. Let's get back to the job in hand.
Does your father have some other place he wants to go?
What?
Where the hell did they go? And why didn't they tell us?
Galactlca, Racetrack, we've located the source of the transponder.
It's Sandman's Viper, all right, but no Sandman.
Affirmative. Keep searching.
Getting radiation signatures from multiple nukes.
Baseship fragments, other debris indicative of resurrection technology.
I'm afraid it paints a pretty clear picture.
They found the hub and they destroyed it.
Looks like our pilots helped. Question is, where did they go from here?
Oh, Bill. You are way too close to this.
The president's baseship was destroyed.
It's a different baseship.
We'll search every square inch of this debris field
- until we come up with a clue. - Leave the rest of the Fleet
with their asses hanging in the wind?
Detail four Raptors to stay behind.
They keep searching until they find something concrete. Give my order.
[Woman] People, listen up. What are we gonna do here?
- They've left 39,000 lives... - Everybody, gather round. Gather round.
- Uh, Mr President. - Please, please, please.
I'm sorry. Adama will not be answering questions.
I did learn that he's contacted the Fleet's captains
to inform them that several ships will be requisitioned
to expand the search for Roslin and the missing ship,
while all tylium shipments will be diverted to support that mission.
- Are you bypassing us completely? - I understand, I understand.
We're doing the best... Trying to get through communications.
- That is unconscionable! - Come on.
That is nothing short of...
Captain Franks?
I was impressed by her gravitas during her turn as judge
in the Baltar trial. That and her vote, naturally.
She's already been approached to run for office. No interest in politics.
Sadly, now she really impresses me.
Gods! You wanna feed that animal?
Where is he anyway?
- [Meowing] - Come on, Romo.
Let's put our heads together.
Who would Adama respect as president?
What does this search for paragons net us anyway,
except greater guilt at our own failings.
Or worse: The idiot's solution of the clean slate, the fresh start.
Whoa. We haven't ruled out all these names yet.
This one's a loser. An exercise in futility.
Lawyers.
How's this affect the president? Break in treatment.
- Assuming no changes in circumstances? - Yes.
Diloxin kicks your ass, so she actually might feel better at first.
But any break gives the cancer a chance to regroup,
makes it harder to beat it back. She's taken a hit to her immune system
so she'll be vulnerable to infections.
How long?
The sooner you get her back here, the better her chances are.
And while you're digesting that, I have some other news.
I ran some tests on your Cylon prisoner.
Guess what I found.
Raptors are due back in a few hours.
Granted, if they'd found anything, we would have heard from them by now.
- Once we correlate their reports... - I'm not interested in the search.
- You're not? - You've been spending time
interrogating the Six.
But now the brig guards tell me that every time you order them out,
- and you turn off the cameras. - I'm not torturing her,
- if that's what you're worried about. - I'm not.
That, I could almost understand. This, I can't.
Cottle tells me she's pregnant.
What the frak have you been thinking, colonel?
Do you deny it?
You don't.
You can't!
What the hell have you been thinking?
Who was interrogating whom? How many secrets have you told this thing?
How can you even ask me that? Question my loyalty?
Your loyalty? I need more than your loyalty.
You're my first officer. I need judgment.
I need your competence.
I'm through jeopardising this ship because of your weaknesses.
- My weaknesses? - Yeah!
You're risking all our lives, for what? Our missing pilots? No, for a woman!
- For a frakkin' woman! - You watch what you frakking say!
She's the president, not some skinjob that I've been banging.
- What would Ellen say? - Leave Ellen out of this.
What would Ellen say about her husband impregnating a frakking Cylon prisoner?
- You motherfrakker! - [Grunts]
[Grunting]
Ah! Oh!
You know how many times I've had to repair this thing?
[Sighs]
What are you gonna do with that woman?
What are you gonna do about Laura, if you ever find her?
I don't know.
[Humming]
Have the Raptors and the civilian ships begin the search
from Phantom's last known position.
Is that a problem?
Sir, respectfully,
I've already got two missing pilots and hardly enough birds left
to protect this Fleet. You're asking to send the remainder out on a search
looking for a ship that may be destroyed.
My people feel like they're on suicide missions.
I'm not asking.
You're dismissed, captain.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Romo] Admiral Adama?
What are you doing here?
Writs of forfeiture for the ships you're borrowing.
The captains want to be absolved of any blame should anything untoward happen.
One of the less ennobling consequences of a legal culture.
No one wants responsibility.
Lee said you once gave him something before a mission.
A lighter, was it?
[William] It belonged to my father.
Foolish to think a hunk of metal could keep him safe.
And yet that's what we do, isn't it?
Hang on to hope, in every hopelessly irrational way that we can.
But not like those poor bastards, giving away their luck,
just when they need it most. It's like they've given up.
If you've never been in combat, you have no idea what they're thinking.
I always imagined you a realist, admiral.
Not one to indulge a vain hope at the cost of lives.
But then, everyone has his limits.
- Slne qua non, as they say. - "Without which not".
Yes. Those things we deem essential without which we cannot bear living,
without which life in general loses its specific value.
Becomes abstract.
- You may have a point, counsellor. - And while I'm on a roll...
Tom Zarek may not be an ideal president, but we could do worse.
You're right.
There are limits to my realism.
Goodbye, counsellor.
I can't give up on her.
I can't let her go.
I've lost my objectivity.
And now that I see that, I have no choice.
Tell the Quorum that I am relinquishing command, effective immediately.
[Romo] No man is perfect.
No man is less perfect than a candidate for high office.
Thus...
...the ranks of likely suspects is winnowed to none.
[Cat meows]
What if we're going about this backwards, hey, Lance?
What if instead of picking names and finding fault,
we ask ourselves the qualities that we want.
No, that we need in a new chief executive, see who fits that bill.
Honesty, of course.
The wisdom to recognise the correct if unpopular choice,
as well as the courage to see it through.
Experience.
When the wrong choices cost lives and the right ones save.
Tall order.
We might as well just spell out one name. [hisses]
Just one.
One we knew from the start.
Sometimes, you take on a losing case
and you make yourself a believer.
Other times, no matter what you tell yourself...
...in your heart, you know the outcome is fixed.
The verdict inevitable.
Lance. Defence rests.
Come on.
Apologies. I couldn't wait to tell you.
- Tell me what? - We found our candidate.
Someone the Quorum won't hesitate to approve, even over Zarek's objections.
Someone the admiral can't help but accept.
Yeah? Who?
Congratulations, Mr President.
My name was never on that list.
Of course not! That would be too blatant.
But it is everything you always wanted, isn't it?
Why you had me cross 47 names off that list.
Come on, admit it.
Savour your victory, Mr Adama.
Because you'll never get the chance to serve.
- What are you doing? - Why?
'Cause you're perfect for the job, of course.
After the aberration that was Baltar's presidency,
and the bitter disappointment that was Roslin's,
you are a shining beacon of hope.
Only hope is the last thing we need.
We're a doomed race, and it's time we made our peace with that truth.
- What the hell are you talking about? - Why? You wanna know why?
Open it!
[Lee gags]
That's right.
- They killed my cat! - They?
They! Those debased dregs of humanity out there!
Our lost tribe in search of a new home, so they can roost and rot again.
- How long has the cat been dead? - How long?!
It's irrelevant, it's immaterial! Since it wasn't even my cat!
- Romo, it's been dead for weeks. - It belonged to my wife.
I'd retrieved it from a vet on Gemenon when the bombs started to fall,
and fate presented me with a choice.
I could get back on that shuttle, or...
...I could run home and try to save my family.
- How do you think I chose? - Romo.
We've all made difficult choices, I know.
Your wife's name was Faye.
You had two daughters, Jennifer and Katie.
There were 200 passengers on that shuttle.
Only a handful chose to stay behind.
Right. It was in your file when you were handed the job as Baltar's counsel.
But no one blamed you, Romo. Because, at a certain point,
we all made decisions that saved our lives at the cost of others.
You think you're unique, Romo?
- Think your sins are so special? - Is that it, counsellor?
You're gonna rest your entire case on that pathetic little bit of insight?
No, on this.
The clean slate, the fresh start. Maybe they are illusions, like you said.
But at a certain point, faith,
in ourselves, in our right to survive as a species, as a people,
that's not a given, that's a choice.
Well, I've made mine. And if you can't stomach that,
then you had damn well better squeeze that trigger right now. Go on.
What are you waiting for?
Or you can make a choice.
Put your past behind you,
put the gun down and help me,
because I'm telling you I'm gonna make a difference in this Fleet.
- Is that your final word? - That's up to you.
Then swear it.
[Lee] I, Leland Joseph Adama,
do now avow and affirm...
[woman] That I take the office of President of the Twelve Colonies
of Kobol without any moral reservation or mental evasion.
[Lee] That I take the offlce of Presldent of the Twelve Colonles
of Kobol wlthout any moral reservatlon or mental evaslon.
This is a frakking joke.
You're the only man I can trust to command this ship.
Maybe you're crazy enough to pull a stunt,
but you can't be crazy enough to leave me in charge.
In case you forgot, my last term at the helm was a complete disaster.
That was a long time ago. You're not the same man you were.
You're not even the same man who came back from New Caprica.
You've found out a lot about yourself,
been tested in ways I can barely begin to imagine.
You're ready.
Besides, don't count on this being permanent.
What if it is?
Put these on.
Then you lead the people to Earth the best way you can.
The Fleet has stayed here too long already.
- Any other last orders? - Just one.
Give Athena back her daughter. She needs her family.
We all need our family.
Take care of this one.
[Door closing]
Let me see changes before you get this out to the press.
- All right. - Thank you.
Mr Lampkin.
[Lee] Romo.
One day in office and you've already got a first pet.
Jake here is a genuine hero of the Resistance. Aren't you, Jake?
Unfortunately, his previous owners had to let him go.
Jake, meet Romo. Romo, meet Jake.
Your new best friend.
If there's one thing I hate more than cats, it's dogs.
A new pet for you to loathe. I knew it would be the perfect gift.
- Good luck, Jake. - [Barks]
I hear you're keeping Zarek as vice president.
I can use the advice.
And as long as he knows he's heard, I think I can trust him.
Don't know if I agree with your thinking, but...
Well, I could say the same thing about yours.
The only difference is you are gonna be president. I'm just getting in a plane.
Alone in a Raptor while the Fleetjumps away.
That's notjust getting in a plane.
That... That sounds a lot like...
Sounds a lot like suicide, Dad.
At least this time I'm only risking my own neck.
So I guess it won't matter if, as president, I order you not to do this?
I don't know if I ever told you this,
but one of my first missions was a solo recon.
Being alone in a Raptor in enemy space...
I'm not going to lie, I was scared.
I told myself that I was doing my duty and, ultimately, I faced my fear.
That's a good memory.
- Why are you doing this? - Because I can't live without her.
And Laura is gonna get to the rendezvous point.
I have to believe that.
- Admiral. - Admiral.
- What do you hear, Starbuck? - Nothing but the rain, sir.
- Grab your gun and bring the cat in. - Yes, sir.
Keep a light on. I'll be back.
You can count on it.
[Humming]
Galactlca, this is Husker. I'm in position.
Affirmative, Husker.
All Fleet ships, this is Galactlca actual.
- Commence jump. - [Man] Yes, sir.