whooshing)
(exclaiming)
Oh, my gods!
(explosive rumbling)
(alarm buzzing)
(exclaiming)
(crashing)
(alarm continues beeping)
Yeah! Bang on!
Did you see that?
(whooping)
Bang on? Hotdog,
you frakking idiot!
You almost got me killed!
(Hotdog)
What are you talking about?
(Kat)
Birch, you said I was clear!
(Birch)
All Vipers, this is Leader.
Repeat, all Vipers,
this is Leader.
Report back to Galactica.
Report back to Galactica.
Frak!
l know how you feel,
l get it.
But l didn't shoot him, okay?
lt wasn't me.
You're all the same.
You don't know what the hell
you're talking about.
Then maybe l'm done talking.
l think there's been enough
of that today.
You are the last one
that should be telling me
what to do...
after the stunt you pulled.
Stealing the Cylon Raider
and then tearing ass
back to Caprica?
Yeah, l guess you're clearly
the poster boy
for military discipline, huh?
You know what, you have
no idea what happened to me
on Caprica.
So while you're standing here
polishing off your halo,
consider for a second...
that you may not have
any damned idea what the hell
you're talking about...
Captain.
(Meier)
What Roslin's doing
is reckless.
We have our own fleet now.
How much longer...
do we need to keep playing
follow the leader?
We have a fleet because
people believe Roslin's
going to lead them to Earth.
She's a fraud.
You don't believe her, do you?
No, but l believe
in the power of myth.
l'm not interested
in risking our lives
any more than you are...
but she's clearly not gonna be
talked out of this.
And in the end,
president or prophet,
it doesn't really matter.
She still needs a commander,
a man in charge of the fleet.
The man with the guns
makes the rules.
What if she decides
you're not the man
to be in charge of the fleet?
What if she has someone else
in mind?
Someone already close to her,
like a certain captain?
Let's say you're right,
that on some level...
based on their belief
in the scriptures...
the fleet needs Laura Roslin
in order to stay in line.
So we do what we must in order
to keep Roslin safe
on the surface of Kobol.
But....
But?
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
How could l have
not have seen that?
l want to set this fleet
on a path to freedom.
Of course.
l want to deliver unto them
the liberty we've promised.
We are far from daylight,
my friend.
The scriptures say
some of us will die on Kobol.
One man in particular.
(Birch)
Tank to Striker.
Your approach is a little
off the center line.
Striker, reset your delta
to 0.35, acknowledge.
(Striker)
Striker,
how's my approach speed?
(Birch)
Tanker to Striker.
Your angle vectors
are too steep for junct.
I repeat, your angle vectors
are too steep for junct.
(Striker)
Tanker, request heading,
one-tenth of the way.
What is he doing?
(Birch)
This is Tanker.
Tell him to cut his speed.
(chattering on radio)
What is it this time?
l'm glad you're here.
Birch is coordinating
the ships for refueling...
but he's making a mess
out of what should be
the simplest op in the book!
How long has he been at it?
About four hours now.
Sir, he's too green.
He's blowing the approach
and the docking speeds...
he's missing the drogues,
he's bunching the lines.
lt's a mess out there.
As you know,
this isn't the first screw-up.
Yes, l know.
l realize that he is your guy.
(Tigh exhaling)
But he's no Apollo.
(Striker)
Moving on 709....
l was wondering
when we'd finally get
a little R and R around here.
Oh, boy.
Can l have my ball back?
What, l can't hold it?
Can l have my ball back,
please?
Where'd you get
a Pyramid ball, anyway?
Caprica.
(sniffing)
Can l have
my ball back, Lee?
Yeah, sure.
Lee.
Keep it.
Hey come on, Kara.
For frak's sake,
l'm just kidding around.
All right, here,
it's all yours.
You can take your ball
and go home now.
(laughs)
The whole thing's stupid
anyway.
(ball bouncing)
What's up with you, Kara?