You gotta like that.
(panting)
(Helo)
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
They locked the Chief up
with Boomer.
Tigh thinks he's a Cylon.
l know. l'm going
to see the Colonel now.
l think he wants me to
find a way
to clear the Chief or....
Or what?
Throw him out the airlock
like a piece of garbage?
lf Commander Adama
were in charge
this would never happen.
Yes, but he's not
in charge, is he?
But l've known the Chief
for years. He's no toaster.
He was involved
with Lieutenant Valerii, who
most certainly is a toaster.
That word is racist.
l don't like it.
(Cally)
Sure...
he's shown some bad judgment
getting involved with her.
But that doesn't mean
he's a toaster.
You've got to help him.
Say something, Gaius.
Tell me you won't have
racial epithets
used in your presence.
l'm very sorry.
l was going to tell
the Colonel
there's nothing l can do.
The Cylon detector
l developed
doesn't work. Clearly.
No.
You've got to help him.
Your child's gonna be
half toaster.
How does that make you feel?
Nothing could
make me happier.
l just don't know
what l'd possibly say.
Excuse me.
(Cally)
He helped you.
He didn't tell anyone
what you did on Kobol.
What you did
to Crashdown.
(gasping)
What l did to Crashdown
saved your life.
Are you blackmailing me?
Help the Chief,
help yourself, Doctor.
Yes, Doctor.
That's what
you're best at, isn't it?
Deck log.
What the hell's the matter
with your Cylon detector,
Doctor?
You gave the assassin a pass.
Yes, but that was a beta test.
A preliminary.
Clearly, l haven't perfected
my methodology
and she slipped through.
(Dualla)
Fuel report.
(Tigh)
What the hell
are you telling me here...
that we are
back to square one?
That no one's results
are definitive?
No, l--
That we have no way
of knowing who are
the Cylons among us?
(Baltar)
l'm not saying that.
l'm saying since
Valerii's test--
Since the assassin's test,
l've developed
a new set of protocols...
which should eliminate
any errors, anomalies,
that cropped up earlier.
lf you let me test
the Chief's blood...
l might be able
to tell once and for all--
No if. l want
a definitive answer, no more
of your weasly techno-babble.
He's a Cylon
or he's not...
so get down there
and do something right
for a change.
l am the Vice President.
Legally speaking,
if the president
is incapacitated...
shouldn't l take over
her duties?
Legally speaking,
l have declared martial law
and that makes you nobody.
(machines beeping)
So, unless you want to join
Roslin in the brig...
l suggest you get to work.
lt's good to see you,
Colonel.
Aren't you getting tired
of the continual
humiliation?
The disrespect from mechanics
and colonels alike?
What do you think?
Maybe it's time
to do something about it?
(Gaeta)
Sir?
What's this?
The fleet captains
are reporting protests
among civilians...
demonstrations, petitions,
even some
civil disobedience...
all over the declaration
of martial law.
Sir, there's more.
The Tauranian refining vessel
has stopped refining tylium.
They say
if they don't have a voice
in the government--
What?
Their captain says
they'll send fuel...
once a civilian government
has been restored...
and, three other ships
are also refusing
to re-supply Galactica...
until the President's
reinstated.
And l got a note from Combat,
warning about problems
with tylium re-supply...
so watch your fuel burn
until further notice.
Questions?
When you coming back
to the card game?
l'm afraid when l'm off duty,
l'll be enjoying the intimate
surroundings of the brig...
until...well,
until further notice.
Come on back.
We miss you, Captain.
We could bring
the game to you.
Somehow l doubt
Col. Tigh would approve.
There's one going on
tomorrow night!
Hey, all right.
All right.
Hey, knock it off!
Morning, sir.
Sergeant. Shall we?
(people chattering)
Morning, sir.
Morning, Dee.
Fancy meeting you here.
l was