Adama)
Yeah, I do.
How long until
Doc Cottle's aboard?
l don't know.
lt's gonna be a while.
He doesn't have
much time, sir.
You're gonna have
to go in yourself.
Me? l'm just a medic.
Today, you're a doctor.
(knocking on door)
Colonel.
(Tigh)
Open the cell.
(cell door opening)
How's the Commander?
You've bungled the job,
if that's what you're asking.
Then he's alive.
Thank the gods.
(groaning)
How many of our pilots
were Cylons?
l don't know.
Who gave the order
to shoot the old man?
No one.
Just get it over with,
you frakking coward!
(Boomer grunting)
Give me your sidearm!
Give me your gun!
Yes, sir.
Just shoot me.
Get it over with.
(crying)
(Tyrol)
Hey, Tarn. Go up, take a look.
lf it's not there,
it's at the Raptor.
We'll have to move up more.
l got it, Chief.
(Tyrol)
All right, let's get
the hell out of here.
Tarn on point.
Let's go! Go, go, go, go, go.
(Cally)
This makes no sense.
Why am l carrying the med kit
when you forgot it?
First of all,
that's the El-tee's kit.
Secondly, l'm on point.
Whatever.
All right, children,
that's enough.
Tell you what, Cally.
lf it makes you
feel any better...
l'll put him on hangar deck
mop-up duty with you
for the next week.
(Cally)
Now you're talking.
(Tarn)
For what?
lf anybody should have
mop duty, it's the El-tee.
(gun firing)
(Tyrol)
Go! Go! Get down!
(grunts)
Top of the ridge!
Cally! Take the rifle
and cover me!
Drastic fire!
(gun firing continues)
Okay, okay. Wait for me.
Wait for me, all right?
Go! Go! Go!
Stay there! Don't move!
l'm coming for you.
Don't move!
(groaning)
Chief!
(groaning)
(Tyrol)
Cally!
Help me out here, Cally!
Give me fire! Cally, go! Go!
There's no need, Chief!
l can't see them!
Cover me! Tarn, stay down!
Stay down!
(Cally)
Chief!
(Cally)
Come on, Chief!
You're okay. You're okay.
lt's okay. lt's okay.
Get on my back.
Get on my back.
Get on me, get on me!
(Tarn groaning)
(Cally)
Chief!
(screaming)
(Cally)
Chief, stop. They're not
following us anymore.
Cally, there....
Chief....
l know you're hit, buddy.
lt's okay. l'm gonna
check you right now.
l'm gonna put him here, Cal.
Here. Lay down.
You're gonna stay
right here, okay?
l'm gonna check you right now.
Let's just try....
lt's not that bad.
lt's not that bad.
Cally, check the ridge.
l wanna go home.
l know. l know.
We're going home.
We're going home, okay? Okay.
(Tarn)
Take me with you.
(shushing)
(gasping)
lt's okay. lt's okay.
lt's okay. Stay with me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Here, be with me.
Be with me, come on.
Come on. Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hey.
(Cally)
Chief?
Chief, we gotta go.
We gotta go.
Chief?
Gods damn this stupid
frakked-up crap!
(breathing heavily)
Chief, Socinus needs us now.
Come on.
Come on. Let's go.
(people chattering)
Not your fault, Lieutenant.
Not from where l was standing.
l was the OOD.
lt was crazy in there, sir.
You can't blame yourself.
So, we jump back
to the last coordinates...
but we network the FTL
computer with the Nav, DC,
and fire control computers.
Once they're linked,
we'll only need 10 minutes
to complete the calculations.
You can't be serious.
The old man would
never do this, Colonel.
(Kelly)
No computer networks
on his ship.
l acknowledge that, sir.
But l can devise
a software firewall
that will buy us more time.
Really? You're going
to out-think the Cylons
at computer software?
Sir, if we don't do this,
we're never gonna
find the fleet.
Certainly not before
the Commander dies.
This is still
the old man's command.
We can't do something
he'd oppose...
especially when it puts
the entire ship at risk.
(people chattering)
(PA system beeping)
This is the XO.
Begin jump prep.
Those are my orders.
The kid is back in the fleet!
Bill, let's have the truth.
So how did you do it?
How'd you get off
this frakking freighter?
Connections. Anne's father
has a friend
on the