you want?
l'm here to determine
whether you're a Cylon or not.
Your arm, please.
His test doesn't work
too well. l mean,
he gave me the green light.
The test works...
just fine.
Chief? Chief?
(Baltar)
l lied to you, Sharon.
l covered up your true nature
from the rest of the fleet
for my own purposes.
What did you do to him?
He's not breathing!
No, he's dying right now,
Sharon.
l can save him, if you tell me
how many Cylons
there are left in the fleet.
l don't know,
but l'm not getting a pulse!
Yes, you do.
Now, buried, deep down
in that thing you call
a subconscious, you know.
How many?
l don't know!
He doesn't have time
for this, Sharon.
His organs are shutting down.
ln 10 seconds time,
he'll experience
complete brain stem death.
Now, how many?
(Boomer sobbing)
Do you love him, Sharon?
Only you can save him.
Ten, nine....
Do you love him?
Do you love him, Sharon?
Eight! There are eight!
(gasping)
(groaning)
All right, let's get
these weapons unloaded!
Let's go!
We raided an armory
earlier today,
about 18 klicks north.
Brought home a lot of toys.
What is this place?
Delphi Union High School.
Toasters don't patrol
this area.
lt's a good place
to get some shut-eye,
a bite to eat.
How many people you have here?
53.
We had almost a 100 before
the toasters ambushed us
last week.
Let's go!
More pyramid teams?
No. Just us C-Bucs.
The rest are survivalists,
hikers, mostly.
How's your stock
of anti-radiation meds?
(Anders)
We raided a couple of
hospitals down in Pilgrim Bay.
l figure we've got enough
for about three months.
Let's get you some bunk space.
Come on.
Fifty-three, huh?
Not exactly an army.
A hell of a lot better than
the two of us if we're going
to assault an airbase...
steal a Heavy Raider
and get the frak
off this planet.
l'll just be a moment.
(machines beeping)
Doctor...
l need your help.
But it's illegal, dangerous,
and in violation of your oath
as an officer.
You're a lousy salesman.
Corporal.
Cpl. Venner.
l just want to tell you
how much
the President appreciates...
all the little things
you do for her.
Hey, anything l can do
to make things easier for her.
Great.
She has a special request.
lf l could
just get your signature, sir.
(sighing)
Why are we closing down
Causeway B?
lntegrity testing, sir.
lt got chewed up pretty bad
when the toasters
boarded us...
and we've been getting
some pressure drops in there.
Tell them to get it fixed.
(man chattering
on PA system)
(exclaims)
Sorry.
Lieutenant.
Things are pretty frakked up
these days.
Things are pretty frakked up
most days.
lf people are upset
they should go through
proper channels, so....
l'm not sure
l understand what you--
l was running
some maintenance checks...
and detected a series
of scrambled calls going out
over the past few hours.
You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that,
would you?
No, sir. Off-log calls
are against regs.
That's right.
(door closing)
(cardiograph beeping)
l'm sure you won't approve.
But l guess
that's nothing new.
l just want you to know
that this....
This isn't about you and me.
(footsteps approaching)
Goodbye, Dad.
(people chattering)
You gonna help out here
or what?
They're putting the Chief
in there, you know.
l don't care if they put
a giant parakeet in here.
The Colonel says
we build a cell,
we build a cell.
This isn't right.
He's one of us.
No. He's one of them.
He always was.
We just never saw it.
No, he's innocent.
She tricked him.
Such loyalty.
Were you frakking him, too?
(both grunting)
You want to get pissed
at someone,
you get pissed at Boomer.
She's the one
who put the Chief
in this cell here, not us.
A truce?
(panting)
Evening, sir.
Evening, Dee.
Fancy meeting you here.
Everything set?
Roger that.
Sorry, Captain.
Can't chit-chat today.
Captain.
l'm having trouble with the
ordinance tracking
on my Raptor, sir.
l can't get it to