Battlestar Galactica

Previously on Battlestar Galactica.

Now you tell me you're a machine.

The robot.

You knew I wanted access to defence mainframe.

Do you have any idea what they'd do to me if they find out?

Get down.

Moments ago, this ship received word...

that the Cylon attack against our home worlds is underway.

As of this moment, we are at war.

All right, we can take three more people.

Giving up my seat.

I've decided you're an expression of my subconscious mind...

playing itself out during my waking states.

So I'm in your head?

No.

There're maybe Cylon agents living among us.

Some may not even know they're Cylons at all.

They could be sleeper agents...

programmed to perfectly impersonate human beings until activation.

And one minute to mark.

God has a plan for you, Gaius. He has a plan for everything and everyone.

Gaius? Are you even listening to me?

Passengers, 30 seconds to mark.

Planet. Men. Women. Age.

You know what? Do this after the jump. It's all right.

You have to believe in something.

I believe in a world that I can and do understand.

A rational universe. Explained through rational means.

I love you. That's not rational.

I know.

No, but you're not rational.

You're also not really here.

Neither am I.

Madam President, ladies and gentlemen...

our 33 minutes are almost up once again.

Please prepare for our faster-than-light jump. Thank you.

Cutting it a little close this time, aren't we, Billy?

Pilot says he's had to reboot the FTL computer again.

Why do the Cylons come every 33 minutes?

Why isn't it 34, 35...

Cally. What?

Shut up.

Fifteen seconds.

Sir, Jump 237 underway. Fifty-three ships have jumped.

Ten still reporting trouble with their FTL drives...

including Colonial One.

We're getting slower.

Maybe this time.

Dradis contact.

It's the Cylons.

- Damn it. - Not this time, maybe the next.

Got another idea for the next cycle.

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid the Cylons have appeared again.

However, our FTL drive is now working and we will jump momentarily.

Five days now.

There are limits...

to the human body, the human mind.

Tolerances that you can't push beyond.

Well, those are facts...

provable facts.

Everyone has a limit.

All right, you know the drill, people. Scatter formation.

Keep them off the civies and don't stray beyond the recovery line.

Watch the ammo hoists for the main guns. You've got a red light right there.

We have a hit on the starboard bow. Away the damage control parties.

Basestar is launching raiders.

Colonial One is ready to jump.

All civilian ships away, including Colonial One.

Recover fighters. Stand by to jump.

Combat landings.

- All fighters aboard, sir. - Execute jump.

Jump 237 complete.

All civilian ships present and accounted for, sir.

Start the clock.

And let's start prepping for the next jump.

Clock is running. Thirty-three minutes.

Mark.

You have 32 minutes, people.

You know you're not safe.

No, of course not.

The Cylons will follow us again...

as they have the last 237 times.

You're right, you know. There are limits.

- Eventually, you'll make a mistake. - And then you'll kill us all.

Yes.

Yes, I know.

But not for another 33 minutes.

I want to try something new this time.

Divide the fleet into six groups.

And they jump...

And they jump two more times and on the fourth jump, we rendezvous at...

a common set of coordinates.

Twenty-four jumps to plot, we're breaking our humps...

calculating one jump every 33 minutes.

Get off my jacket.

- You eating this? - Not anymore.

Combat landings expected again to be the order of the day...

so double-check your undercarriage before...

Look, you all have done this 237 times.

You know what to do.

No mistakes.

And let's make it to 238.

Good luck and be careful out there.

Can you do me a favour? Tell Capt. Apollo he owes me one wing.

You got it, dude.

No, Cally, there's three. I know there's three.

- Can you check it again for me, please? - Yeah.

Let's get some of them starting to work.

We'll sleep when we're dead. Come on.

Boomer.

Heard the latest? They say Cylons look like us now.

- Primary fuel? - Primary fuel 2893 KRG.

Marine told one of the pilots that we marooned some guy back on Ragnar...

because they actually thought that he was a Cylon.

You know what? I don't give a frak.

Red light on the number four thruster. Go make a visual ID. See if it's blocked.

- Right. - "Right."

A little rough on your new ECO, don't you think?

He's not my ECO.

He's some refugee from Triton that I'm saddled with and I didn't ask you.

- Helo's gone, Sharon. - I didn't ask you that, either.

Sorry.

- Colony? - Saggitaron. How many have you got?

5,251 survivors from Saggitaron, last count.

We can't transmit photos yet. If you want, you can leave them with us...

or you can put them on the board outside.

Sorry.

Thanks. Next.

Colony?

Update on the headcount, Madam President.

How did we lose 300?

There were some overcounts...

a few deaths from wounds and a few missing during the last attack.

Do you want children, Gaius?

Let me think about it for a minute.

No.

Procreation is one of God's commandments.

Really?

I'm sure some day if you're a good Cylon he'll reward you...

with a lovely little walking toaster of your very own.

I want us to have a child, Gaius.

You can't be serious.

- It's Dr. Amarak. - What was that?

I'm so sorry for interrupting you while you were speaking.

You were just saying?

I was just saying that a Dr. Amarak...

- has requested to speak with the President. - Dr. Amarak. I see.

You know him?

Have you always been able to multitask like this?

Yes.

I used to work with him at the Ministry of Defence.

It says here that he's uncovered important information...

regarding how the Cylons were able to defeat colonial defences.

I was always a little worried he was on to us.

Were you going to speak to him?

Perhaps I should speak to him if you're busy.

I think he wanted to speak directly with the President.

It sounded urgent.

It must be very important.

Maybe something about a certain traitor in the President's inner circle?

There's not enough time before we jump.

I want him on board first thing during the next cycle.

Thank you, Doctor.

- I'd say you have a serious problem. - lf I can help.

He's a strange one, isn't he?