by to jump
in five, four...
three, two, one...
jump!
(Gaeta)
Jump completed.
Report.
Report!
Dradis is empty. No contacts.
No contacts?
Where's the fleet?
Dee!
Checking all channels.
No Colonial signals.
They're gone, sir.
(No. 6)
Isn't she beautiful, Gaius?
l don't think l've ever
been touched so deeply
in my entire life.
You're going to make
a wonderful father.
Speaking metaphorically,
of course.
And literally.
She's our child, Gaius.
Our little girl.
What?
Do you want to hold her?
(quavering)
Yes. Yes, of course l do.
But she's not real...
any more than...
any of this is...
real.
She's real.
She is?
She may not be with you yet,
but she will be.
Soon.
l'm having
a little difficulty.
l'm trying to understand.
l want to understand. l....
You're the mother.
And you're the father.
Am l the father?
Excuse me?
Dream.
l'm clearly having a dream.
We're moving out, sir.
Get up.
(panting)
And if you wouldn't mind
carrying something this time,
that would be great.
(wheezing)
This is Serisone.
lt should help you breathe
a little easier.
(coughing)
(Crewman Specialist Socinus
continues wheezing)
(Tyrol)
Take it easy.
You'll be up, feeling better,
in a few minutes.
Excuse me, sir.
We've got to get you up.
(Crewman Specialist Socinus)
lt hurts.
l know.
lf you don't mind me asking,
where are we going, Crashdown?
Tree line.
We can hide...
but still see the crash site,
in case Galactica
sends a rescue party.
Galactica will be sending
a rescue party.
(rumbling)
(Crashdown)
Everybody down!
(Cally)
What was that?
That Cylons?
Seelix, grab the ammo.
Staggered formation,
l'll take point.
Chief, you're bringing
up the rear.
Be ready to
double-time it, people!
One, two, three!
El-tee, l think we should
double-check the supplies
before we bug out.
Sorry, Chief,
we don't have the time.
lf that's an aircraft turbine,
they're gonna be on us
any moment!
El-tee, we've gotta make sure
we have everything!
We don't have the time, Chief!
Damn it.
Gods damn it.
What's going on, Saul?
Where's the fleet?
We don't know.
They jumped
to another location.
You've got blood
on your pants.
Why would they do that?
Every watch,
we update our emergency
jump calculations...
with new star fixes...
to compensate
for inertial drift.
And then we transmit them
to the rest of the fleet.
This time, ours were updated,
but theirs weren't.
Gaeta was supposed
to transmit them
to the rest of the fleet.
So it's Gaeta's fault.
The kid was overwhelmed.
He had his hands full.
lf you say so.
lt sounds like a pretty
big screw-up to me.
l should have checked
before l gave the order
to jump!
This doesn't
sound like you, Saul.
You don't let people slide.
You bust their ass.
Now if Bill doesn't make it--
He'll make it.
lf he doesn't,
this will be your ship.
Your command.
All l'm saying is
you need to be--
This is Bill Adama's ship.
This is his command.
His orders are still
the word of the gods
on this ship.
Just so we're clear.
This will be Adama's command
until the day he dies.
And we are not
going to let him die.
So say we all.
(all)
So say we all.
As you were.
So how do we find the fleet?
lf we jump back
to our original coordinates...
our Nav computers can use
those star fixes to generate
a best-fit solution...
giving the fleet's
current position.
The Cylons are waiting
for us back there.
How long will it take
to calculate
once we get back there?
lf we shut down
all other functions...
1 2 hours.
There's no way we can
hold off a Cylon Base Star
for 1 2 hours.
We have got to jump back.
We can't stay here.
Lt. Thrace won't be able
to find us once she retrieves
the arrow from Caprica.
lf she retrieves the arrow.
She'll retrieve the arrow.
Captain, you've got
to get reinstated. You've got
to get back to ClC.
You've got to denounce me,
disavow me, do whatever
you need to do.
Col. Tigh cannot relocate