throw a ball
through a tank at half a mile.
Fabulous.
Listen, I'm ready to roll.
You just have that kid
do it again, okay?
No, no, not yet.
I have this thing very
carefully choreographed,
and I'll tell you
when to shoot.
Yeah, but Jamie...
Hal.
This could mean an Emmy.
Maybe even
a Pulitzer Prize.
Trust me.
Right. You just
give me the signal.
Well, what do you
guys think, huh?
You like this place
around here?
Uh-huh.
Good.
How about throwing
the ball around some?
JAMIE: No.
ALL: Yes.
Looks like you've
been out-voted.
I'll tell you what.
I'll meet you
out on the field
and I'll show you
how it's done.
Now, Jamie?
Oh, Hal,
why don't you get set
up in a good position?
Right.
Now, listen,
I want you to promise me
you won't do anything
to betray who you really are.
Which means we have
to perform as complete
muscular disasters.
Do we have to?
That's right.
Now, go out there and lose.
STARLA: Isn't going
to be easy.
None of this is easy.
DILLON: Full rundown
confirms status, Troy:
We're in trouble:
We have complete
power shutdown:
We're not burning fuel:
But we are
using up oxygen:
My estimates gives us
approximately eight hours
at normal breathing capacity:
We should be able to
increase that by 30%
if we induce sleep mode:
Sleep mode? Shouldn't we
continue to try and
communicate to Galactica?
We'll take turns:
One of us will sleep
while the other tries
to make contact:
Hopefully, we'll orbit
back into the Galactica's
communication range:
And since I can't sleep
anyway, why don't I take
the first watch?
See you in about
eight hours:
After all we've been through,
to end up like this:
Wonder if anybody
knows where we are:
Colonel Sydell.
What brings you here?
Well, I came here
to see Jamie Hamilton.
I'm sorry,
she's away on a story.
Can I be of some help?
Well, possibly.
Does her story
happen to involve either
of the two men in this folder?
Oh, those terrorists.
No, not this time.
Just an ex-ballplayer
who runs a camp for kids.
A camp for kids?
Uh-huh.
Any scouts?
As a matter of fact, yes.
Well, those scouts
are imposters.
Imposters?
Where is this camp?
(SIGHS)
Now, that's odd.
Why is that odd?
There was a man here earlier
and he asked
the very same question.
(GASPS)
No, no, don't be alarmed,
Miss Hamilton.
Don't worry. As soon as I get
my heart out of my throat,
I'll be fine.
Who are you?
I'm Lieutenant Nash.
I've been sent by
Commander Adama to help
you with the children.
Why didn't you say so?
I thought you were
Bigfoot or something.
Bigfoot?
What is Bigfoot?
Never mind,
it's not important.
You're here,
that's important.
It is?
Oh, I've only got
two hands and two legs
and a dozen children.
Galactican children.
I'm beat.
Uh, tired.
I understand.
You do? Oh, good.
How're you with children?
I love children.
Very much.
(CHILDREN WHOOPING)
Hi, I just wanted
to thank you
for everything.
And I'd like you to meet,
uh, an acquaintance of mine.
This is...
Yeah, sure, sure.
Yeah, sure.
Not a friendly sort.
Billy?
Let him go.
But I just wanted to...
Well, I expect to reimburse
him for the room and board.
Forget it.
It's over.
Save your money.
Bankrupt is bankrupt.
What? I thought
it was all set.
I mean, aren't you
going to the playoffs?
Half the team came
down with the flu.
If we don't field a team,
we forfeit.
Stratton, the guy
who owns this land,
he'll sell so fast
that we'll wake up tomorrow
on somebody else's land.
But what about Billy's kids?
They just get thrown out
on the streets?
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Yeah?
It's for you.
It's a Mister Brooks.
Thank you.
Mr. Brooks, what a surprise.
I didn't expect to hear
from you.
Well, I didn't expect to hear
from the Air Force either.
What did they say?
Not very much.
But then, neither
did you, Jamie.
Did they say why
they were looking for me?
Yes, the Boy Scouts.
Whom I'm now beginning
to believe are not