President
anymore. Cottle's a little
busy right now.
Sir, she's very ill--
Why aren't you in the brig?
Because no one
put me in there.
What the hell's all this?
Why aren't you in the brig?
l'm on duty, sir.
Planning the search
and rescue mission.
Search and rescue?
For who?
We lose a plane
and nobody tells me?
For our Raptor crew down
on the surface of Kobol, sir.
Simes is senior pilot now.
He can plan the SAR.
You asked me to command the
air group when l'm on duty,
and l'm on duty...
so am l in command or not?
What's the status
of the SAR, Captain?
(Apollo)
Well, we don't know in what
area Raptor 3 went down.
So the only realistic chance
we have of finding her...
is the hope that her
transponder or disaster
beacon is still functioning.
l intend to take
two Raptors...
one with medical personnel,
and make five low-level orbits
of the planet.
What about that Cylon
base ship that Lt. Valerii
supposedly destroyed?
What if she was lying?
Racetrack confirmed
the destruction
of the base ship...
and l checked the gun-camera
footage from the Raptors,
which verifies it.
Lt. Gaeta,
why are you hovering about?
lt's the press.
The press?
They're demanding
to know how much longer
we plan on holding them...
and when they can contact
their home-ships.
They demand?
They're in no position
to demand anything.
You tell them
to shut their yaps.
We'll get to them in due time.
(Dualla)
Excuse me, Colonel.
Shuttle from the Zephyr
has just requested permission
to enter the landing pattern.
The Zephyr?
Yes, sir.
Evidently the
Quorum of Twelve is aboard.
They're demanding to see you.
They demand?
Demanding job,
commanding a battlestar.
Clear them to land.
Put them in the Ward Room
and hold them there until
l have time to see them.
Stop!
Madam President?
What's wrong
with her?
l don't know,
but she's clearly sick.
You can see that, can't you?
But there's nothing l can do.
Madam President?
Yes.
Can l get you anything
while you're in the brig?
(exhaling)
Billy.
No, thank you.
l'm sorry.
l'm finding it...
hard to think.
lt's withdrawal.
The chamalla.
Yes.
l'm trying to get you more.
Go fast.
(chirping)
l count six missiles
being carried into
the forest site so far.
lt's all so pointless.
We kill them,
and they kill us.
So we kill more of them and...
so they kill more of us.
What's the point anymore?
You,
your race invented murder.
lnvented killing for sport,
greed, envy....
lt's man's one true art form.
You've done some
killing of your own, l think.
Yes, well,
we're your children.
You taught us well.
Why does God want to
bring a child into
this kind of world, anyway?
Because despite everything,
despite all of it, he still
wants to offer you salvation.
Our child will bring
that salvation, but only
if you accept your role...
as her father
and her guardian.
l'm not ready for that,
all right?
l'm not a father,
l'm not a guardian.
l'm not a moral leader
capable of leading anyone,
let alone a baby.
Be a man, Gaius.
What?
Be a man.
Whatever else you are,
you are that.
The time is coming
when you'll have
to act like one.
(Tyrol)
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
El-tee, check this out.
(Crashdown)
What do you got, Chief?
45 degrees
east of the launcher,
you see that tree stump?
What the hell is that?
lt looks like
a dradis dish...
or at least a Cylon version
of a dradis dish.
lt's probably salvaged
from the nose cone of a ship.
They are building
an anti-aircraft battery.
Anti-aircraft? For what?
There are no other
aircraft around here.
The Galactica's gonna send
a search and rescue team.
When they do, that's at least
two Raptors doing a low pass
over the crash site.
When those Raptors come
looking for us, risking
their lives to rescue us--
The Cylons will
shoot them down.
Seven birds down for repairs.
Three out on picket duty
with the CAP.
Com traffic, sir.
Priority messages are on top.