Centuri and I would
be delighted to meet this
Wolfman Jack.
And I would like to hear
all about your radio station.
Well, then it's settled!
I can't wait to see Arnie
and Mildred's faces when
we walk in with these two.
Me, neither.
(SIRENS BLARING)
Troy?
I see them.
We have the fugitive
police car in sight.
We're in pursuit on
West 12th Street, heading
toward Westside Drive.
We're gonna have
to make a choice.
If we stop, we lose time.
It's the one thing we
can't afford to lose with
those two Cylons ahead of us.
Maybe if we tell somebody
what's going on,
here on Earth.
Who'd believe us?
The Air Force?
Wouldn't do any good.
All those Cylons need to do is
get control of the transmitter
for just a few minutes.
Amazing.
Yes. I always feel
the same way whenever
I come to Manhattan.
Where exactly is this party
you fellows are going to?
Oh, you needn't be
considered about us.
Aren't they cute?
Mildred and Arnie are
just gonna love this.
Yeah, well, I hope they
feel the same way after
Arnie forces
a couple of his famous
meatballs down their throat.
Now, Norman, don't get
started on the meatballs
again this year.
They are to the
digestive tract
what Vida Blue is to
the San Francisco Giants.
A stopper.
Norman, please.
You're gonna frighten
these guys.
NORMAN: Good, if they had
any sense, they'd go
to their own party.
The only reason I'm going
to Arnie's myself
is because he is
the best program
director in radio.
And as for that
sister of his,
she's so desperate
for a husband,
she once proposed
to a mugger
in Central Park.
Oh, she did not.
You're terrible.
We'll see. The only thing
I can tell you fellows,
to be on guard.
Between Arnie's food
and his sister's
romantic malnutrition,
you could be in
for the night
of your life.
You don't need
to be concerned.
We're quite capable
of defending ourselves.
Right, Centuri?
By your command:
Maybe this wasn't
such a good idea.
(GIGGLING)Your money or your life.
Turn off that machine!
A guy burned down
a joint with flames
coming out of his fingers.
Flames coming
out of his fingers?
It was Cylon of human form.
What?
He was
in this 8-foot suit.
It was a Cyclops!
Hey,
that's expensive stuff.
What emergency transmission
procedures do you have?
Hey, you dudes can't do that.
ADAMA: The great ship,
Galactica.
Our home for these many years
we've endured the wilderness
of space:
And now we near
the end of our journey:
We have at last found Earth:
NARRATOR:
In a moment, Part II of
"The Night the Cylons Landed,"
but first
a few scenes from Part l:
Captain, I'm still echoing
that slow-moving target.
Everything suggests
a Cylon machine.
Visual sighting, sir.
She's coming right at us.
Prepare for evasive action.
We damaged her:
It looks like
she's gonna blow
right into Earth's orbit:
According to our calculations,
she's going down smack
in the middle of New York.
Every observatory
in the world has spotted it.
Once it touches down,
we should be
able to locate it.
You haven't even
told me what it is.
Our main concern is
to get to the craft
and its crew
before anybody else.
We are encountering signals
from the planet below:
There are apparently
life forms on this planet.
Andromus, I see it,
but I do not understand.
We have done
what no Cylon before us
has been able to do.
We have found
the lost human civilization.
She's going in,
about 60 miles north
of New York City.
I see it, but what is it?
I am created in man's image,
so I may go
wherever necessary
to study their
transmission centers.
So that we may use
our distress beam
to signal our people.
It's not one of ours.
Troy, it's Cylon.
You guys weren't
in that crash.
That wasn't our ship.
Let's check you guys out, huh?
Up against the car.
Feet spread. Now.
That's it. Spread your legs.
Hey, Leroy,
what in the world is this?
I don't know,
some kind of cigarette lighter?
Holy...
WOLFMAN