and the...
Vice President is
either missing or dead.
That leaves you in
unchallenged command
of this ship and this fleet.
Just until the old man
gets back on his feet.
Well, of course.
(Apollo)
Galactica, Apollo. We are
preparing to jump to Kobol.
Roger that, Apollo.
You are cleared to jump.
Good hunting.
Thank you, Galactica.
Let's go find our people.
Okay, cock the rifle,
click the safety,
open the scope.
Cock the rifle,
click the safety,
open the scope.
Cock the rifle....
(No. 6)
One of you will turn
against the others.
During the mission?
Yes.
One of us will betray
the others?
Yes.
During the attack?
Yes.
But if the attack fails?
You'll die.
Not me. l am God's instrument.
God turned his back on Kobol.
Turned his back on man
and the false gods
he worshipped.
What happens on Kobol
is not his will.
(Crashdown)
Saddle up.
lt's time to junk
some toasters.
(phone ringing)
XO.
(Dualla)
Combat. Dualla here, sir.
The Quorum is demanding
to see the former President.
They're being pretty adamant,
and they're giving
the sentries a hard time.
Well, maybe we should tell
them to shove their demand
up their collective asses.
How about that?
Yes, sir.
l need instructions
for the sentries.
They're asking
how to respond.
Tell them that they are
going to get to see...
what has become
of their precious President.
You tell them that.
l got a transponder signal.
Definitely Colonial.
Trying to establish a lock.
Got it.
Northern hemisphere.
Looks like
mountainous terrain.
There's a valley.
Take us out of orbit.
Signal Raptor 2
to form up on us.
There they are,
all three of them, right where
they're supposed to be.
All right, people.
This is it. We're going in.
Cally, you move up
the tree line to point alpha.
Whoa, El-tee.
There's five Cylons
at the launcher.
What?
Something's wrong, isn't it?
Something's wrong with
the plan?
Quiet down,
there's nothing wrong.
There's just a couple Cylons
that we didn't account for.
That makes for seven Cylons,
five here and
two up at the dish.
Are you absolutely certain
about the two guards
at the dish?
l know what l saw.
Maybe there are
only five Cylons. They just
changed their deployment.
They brought the two
that were guarding
the dish down here.
Now the dish
is unprotected.
God, Chief, that dish is,
like, almost a klick away.
So what? lt's unprotected.
We can go take it out.
We don't have to take on
the whole Cylon army.
(rumbling)
What the hell was that?
Sonic booms.
Spacecraft entering
the upper atmosphere.
lt's the SAR mission.
They're here.
They're right up there, Chief.
We got to go.
There's no time
for discussion.
All right, everyone up,
move out. lt's game time.
We're taking out these
toasters before they kill
any more of us.
(breathing heavily)
Cally, l said move.
l can't.
What? That's an order.
She doesn't have to.
We could just go take out
the dish!
Cally, you have to move.
Cally, this is not a joke. Go!
This is not a game, Cally, go!
We have people counting on us.
They're up there, Cally.
Move!
Listen to me, we still have
time to double back
and take out the dish.
Shut up for a second, Cally.
Cally. Specialist,
you have your orders.
l need you to go up there
and create a distraction,
now!
Move! Move!
El-tee.
There were only supposed
to be three Cylons
and now there are five.
How are we supposed
to take on five Cylons?
Frak orders,
frak court martial!
Our people are up there,
we have to save them.
We don't have any time.
Move!
l can't do it.
Cally! Move!
No!
Chief!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.
Put it down. Put it down.
You are going out there,
Cally.
You're going out there, or
l'm going to blow your brains
out. Right here, right now.
Put it down.
Hey, El-tee, easy.
Take it easy.
l'm gonna count to three.
This is crazy, this is crazy!
One.
Put it down. Right now.
(Seelix)
Oh, my gods!
Listen to me!
Drop your weapon!