some professional advice.
You want some advice?
You're on the losing end
of this fight.
Give it up
before you all die.
Head further up
in the mountains...
above the ambient radiation,
and just hole up.
And what? Wait to die?
As soon as l get back
to Galactica, l'll send
a rescue party.
Yeah, right.
lf l say l'm gonna
do something, l do it.
You always such a bitch
in the morning?
Count on it.
My kind of woman.
(grunting)
Hey.
We have a mission
to accomplish.
So what?
Mission.
(grunts)
Fine. Whatever.
(sighs)
l'm sorry, okay?
l didn't mean to--
(laughs)
Got you.
So weak.
So, so very weak.
Lighten up a little bit.
lt's only
the end of the world.
(laughs)
Sue-Shaun, l want you
to watch our perimeter,
especially on the flank.
Okay.
The Cylons have a refueling
airstrip just on the
other side of that ridge.
There's a Heavy Raider makes
a regular refueling stop...
every afternoon,
like clockwork.
(Helo)
Machines like routine.
Yeah.
lt's usually guarded
by less than three of
the mechanical varieties.
We've left it alone
up until now.
(Helo)
So what's the plan?
Go through this gully,
approach the airstrip
from the south side...
sprinkle our men
through the tree line...
wait for the Cylons
to land the Raider...
hook up the refueling hoses.
Once they hook up
the tylium hoses...
we take out the guards
and blow
their refueling station.
l thought you wanted
the Raider intact?
They build them tough.
Believe me.
Blowing the fuel will barely
put a scratch on the hull...
but it might give us
enough time to board
the Raider.
Once l'm inside...
l'll blow the brain,
and l'll start working on
trying to get it--
(gun firing)
(man #1)
Stay back! Over there!
(man #2)
Open fire!
(guns firing)
(people shouting)
(Anders)
Kara, take cover!
Get back!
Everybody fall back!
Fall back! Kara, let's go!
(guns continue firing)
(all chanting)
Adama! Adama! Adama!
(all applauding)
(people whistling)
(inaudible)
Thank you very much.
l'm glad to be back.
There are things
we don't say often enough...
things like what we mean
to one another.
All of you
mean a lot to me.
l just want you
to know that.
Let's get back to work.
l feel strange. Like....
Closer to the ground.
You should check in
with the doctor.
Mr. Gaeta?
Where do we think
they are now?
The stolen Raptor
with Capt. Adama...
and the former president.
The fugitives.
The fugitives docked
at Cloud 9 last week.
We effectively lost them
at that point...
due to the large volume of
inter-fleet traffic going
to and from Cloud 9.
By now, they could be holed up
anywhere in the fleet.
l want them found.
She was dangerous enough
as a symbol of Resistance...
but now with Lee helping....
l wanna search
every ship in the fleet.
Quarantine procedures.
lsolate the ship
out of the main body.
lf it's clean, we keep it
quarantined away from
the rest of the fleet.
She can hide,
but she can't run.
Dee, start
quarantine procedures.
Start with Cloud 9.
(Roslin)
How much longer...
are we meant to stay hidden
in this meat locker?
(Elosha)
l don't know.
l communicated
your latest message to
the Quorum of Twelve...
and they've decided that
the question of openly
supporting you needs more...
deliberation.
l need to make
an appeal to the people.
Make a strong enough
argument...
and the Astral Queen will be
the first ship in line.
(Apollo scoffs)
Like they knew anything
but roll over and take orders
from you.
One more bit of news
l should convey.
(sighs)
Zeus has returned to Olympus.
Adama's back in command.
(stuttering)
My father? He's back?
(Zarek)
Word just came in
over the wireless.
He is a tough
old bird.
(sighs)
(Zarek)
What we really need
is something heartfelt...
something human and personal
that will galvanize
the people.
Like a son
denouncing his father.
(Apollo)
My name is Lee Adama.
Until recently,
l was the commander
of Galactica's