air group...
but when Cdr. Adama,
my father...
decided to stage
a military coup against
the President...
l could no longer support him
or his actions.
l love my father.
l respect him.
But in this...
he is wrong.
He must be opposed.
l call on
all free-thinking people
in the fleet. l....
l can't do this.
Sorry, everyone. l thought
l could, but l can't.
l'm playing
the religious card.
l know exactly
what l have to do.
How does this thing work?
(Simon)
You're okay.
You're in an aid hospital.
They brought you in
yesterday morning.
You got shot in the abdomen.
l'm Simon.
Can you tell me your name?
Kara.
(clears throat)
Kara Thrace.
(inaudible)
(Simon)
You were in surgery
for about two hours.
l removed the bullet.
l didn't think you were gonna
make it there for a while.
Take it easy.
(coughs)
l know that hurts.
Who brought me in?
(Simon)
This big guy named Anders.
Used to be
a pro Pyramid player,
if you can believe that.
Yeah, l know him.
(water running)
Where is he?
He died.
On the table.
l thought he was
only slightly wounded.
lt turns out
a piece of shrapnel
had nicked his aorta.
Massive internal bleeding.
l'm sorry. We did everything
we could do.
(door closes)
(crying)
(door opens)
(Simon)
Good morning.
l see
you're sucking down fluids
at a rapid pace. That's good.
Are you a Cylon?
What do you think?
l think you didn't
answer the question.
(chuckling)
l am most definitely
not a cylon.
Of course, l don't know
what you'd expect me to say.
lf l was a Cylon,
l certainly wouldn't admit it.
Can l leave?
There's the door.
(sighing)
Frakking doctors.
So l am a doctor,
not a Cylon?
The jury's still out.
l would expect the Cylons
to have better digs
than this, though.
Where is this rattrap?
We're about 20 clicks
north of Delphi. Used to be
a mental institution.
lt's not much,
but it's one of the few places
the Cylons haven't found yet.
(groans)
Okay.
So, what, l'm supposed
to believe there really
is a Resistance out there?
Shh. Don't tell anybody.
We're trying
to keep that quiet.
Time for your pain meds.
(groans)
(Tyrol)
lf l may speak on behalf
of Specialist Cally?
She was distraught through
the experience on Kobol.
Being on the surface,
fighting the Cylons...
it's shattering
for all of us.
l don't believe
she was in her right mind
when she shot Boomer.
(sighs)
Did you love her, Chief?
Excuse me?
Boomer. Did you love her?
l thought l did.
When you think
you love somebody,
you love them.
That's what love is:
thoughts.
She was a Cylon,
a machine.
ls that what Boomer was?
A machine?
A thing?
That's what
she turned out to be.
She was more than that
to us.
She was more than that to me.
She was a vital,
living person...
aboard my ship
for almost two years.
She couldn't have been
just a machine.
Could you love a machine?
No, sir.
l guess l couldn't.
Cally discharged a firearm
without permission...
endangering the lives
of her shipmates.
Thirty days in the brig.
Dismissed.
Thank you, sir.
You'll see her again, Chief.
Excuse me?
There are many copies.
You'll see her again.
(clears throat)
How many patients
do you have here?
Am l being
interrogated again?
l just think it's odd...
that l've been here
for two days, and l haven't
seen anybody else.
Just you.
We have 223 patients
at the moment...
two doctors, and five teachers
masquerading as nurses.
l know a teacher
masquerading as president.
What's that?
lt's awfully quiet.
No screams, no moans, no...
''Doctor! Doctor!
Please help me! lt hurts.''
Most of our patients
are succumbing to
acute radiation poisoning.
Symptoms include
powerful fatigue
and immediate nausea.
This is followed by
several days of
comparable well-being.
After that, cell death in the
gastric and intestinal tissue
causes...
massive diarrhea,
intestinal bleeding,
and loss of water.
lt's not pretty.
But it is quiet.
The biggest killer