one
that can reach out to Roslin.
lt's always been
between us anyway.
We may have gone down
separately, but we're
gonna come back together.
Hopefully on our feet.
But even in body bags
we're gonna be
coming back together.
l'm gonna contact
the Astral Queen.
See if they can pick us up
until the weather clears.
You're not in charge
here, Tom. All com traffic
goes through me.
Try to remember that.
How much longer
do you want to wait, Tom?
Just keep
your eyes on him.
(Boomer)
1 1 :00. 20 degrees elevation.
There's a formation
of twin rocks up ahead.
(Apollo)
Yeah, l got it.
l think those
are the Gates of Hera.
You think?
l'm putting together a lot of
pieces from a lot of sources
beyond your scriptures.
lf l'm right...
that's the spot where
your God supposedly stood...
and watched Athena
throw herself down
onto the rocks below...
out of despair over the exodus
of the 13 tribes.
(Zarek)
Supposedly?
l thought the Cylons
believed in the gods.
(Starbuck)
Yeah, don't get her started.
They believe in one true God
or something like that.
And we don't worship
false idols.
You were quick enough
to come on this mission.
Lead us all to some tomb
only actually mentioned
in our false scriptures.
We know more about
your religion than you do.
Athena's Tomb, whoever...
whatever she really was,
is probably up there.
That part is true.
Madam President,
we won't make it up there
before nightfall.
Let's go, see how far we get.
(Baltar)
This is a depressing place.
A part of me is glad
Sharon never made it in here.
You decided to brighten up
the place a little, did you?
Our child will be born here.
ln this room.
You're not listening.
Oh, you noticed?
No, l have had enough.
Do you seriously expect me
to listen to you while you
sit around stark naked?
Prattle on about this
mythical baby of ours?
Mythical?
Yes, mythical.
Do you have any notion
of how ridiculous
you've become?
The whole turn of our
conversation is completely
shot to pieces.
l'm the father of a baby
who'll be born to me
from my fantasy woman...
who l see solely in my head.
My fantasy woman, by the way,
who stopped being my fantasy.
You're not
my fantasy anymore.
No, sadly now
you're nothing more
than a common tease.
l never said
l would bear the child.
Wonderful! More doubletalk.
More mind games.
All right, then
who is it gonna be?
Who's going to bear
our secret love child?
lt's not Starbuck, is it?
Careful, Gaius, you're
in dangerous territory now.
Then l guess
l'm really scared.
So, what's it going to be
this week? What is it?
Don't tell me, l'll guess.
The ship's gonna blow up!
No, damn!
Done that one.
So it's gotta be someone else.
Someone.... Me!
But, of course, me!
l'm gonna explode! God!
God is gonna make me
spontaneously combust into
a great big ball of flame...
and then the whole crew
of Galactica can
celebrate on ambrosia.
Get really drunk.
(laughing)
Okay. Enough,
l can't do this anymore.
You're right.
Game's over you win.
(Baltar)
l win?
What did l win?
You don't get it?
Come on, Gaius, wake up
and smell
the psychosis already.
l'm sorry, l don't know
what you're talking about.
Okay. Look...
there's no Cylon chip
implanted in your brain.
l'm not real.
You're not really getting
secret messages
from the Cylons.
You're just crazy.
(chuckles)
Very funny.
Hysterical. Do you write
your own material?
You don't believe me,
do you?
No, l don't.
(laughing)
That's great! l love it.
ls it?
Good. l've had enough
of this, all right?
So can we just stop playing
this stupid game?
l'm sorry.
But it's the truth.
There is no chip.
lf there is no chip...
then who...
or what are you exactly?
l'm you.
l'm your subconscious
frakking with your mind.
Okay, check it out.
You helped the Cylons
commit genocide
against your own people...
and your fragile little mind
couldn't handle it. So, poof!
l appear and start telling you