Raiders have been
intercepted and destroyed.
Good work, people.
(Starbuck)
Roger that, Galactica.
Let's head back
to the bird farm.
Secure from Action Stations.
Set Condition 3.
Mr. Gaeta, you have the deck.
Yes, sir.
Set Condition 3
throughout the ship.
Repeat. Set Condition 3.
Does this ever get
any easier?
No, ma'am.
lt gets harder.
Thank you.
Was 15 degrees?
Sixteen.
So, how'd it go out there?
Well, we didn't lose anyone.
That's a good day.
Ellen?
l'm not sure l've found
a story in all this yet.
Go back a bit.
Yeah. There.
l know that book.
That's by Kataris.
What's wrong, Colonel?
Need a drink?
(Ellen gagging)
(gags)
You can go to hell.
l've been there.
lt was called Gideon.
l can't eat. l can't sleep.
l see their faces.
Those weren't Cylons
we attacked,
those were real people.
They looked like my dad.
They looked like
my little brother.
This isn't gonna
change anything.
At least the people
on the Gideon
will have their justice.
lf that's what this is about,
then do it.
l will. l'll do it.
Somebody has to pay
for what happened
on that ship.
l was in command,
l sent you there,
it's my fault.
Come on, son.
Do it.
Gideon was an accident.
This is a choice.
Colonel.
We're all right here.
Let's go, Lieutenant.
(Ellen crying)
Would you get out
of my face?
What made you do it, Kat?
l was tired.
(sighs)
Haven't gotten any sleep.
l felt like l was losing
my edge. l don't know
what else to do.
Couldn't you
talk to someone?
Who am l gonna talk to?
We're all in the same hole.
Okay, there are no
replacements coming up.
There's no down time.
This is it.
So l started taking stims.
(D'Anna)
You made a mistake.
It happens.
(Kat)
Yeah, except now my flight's
a pilot short.
Those guys,
they're just as tired...
and they're just as messed up
as I was, but they're still
laying it on the line.
I've worked my ass off
defending this fleet.
I've been frustrated.
I've been angry.
I've been everything that
you can possibly think of.
But this is the first time
that I've felt ashamed.
(sighing)
l've seen enough.
Kill it.
Look. l understand this might
be hard for you to watch--
lt's a hatchet job.
The fleet already
thinks we're...
a bunch of
trigger-happy assassins,
this just confirms it.
You show us with
our pants down and
our asses hanging out.
Don't you have
anything to say?
l think it's great.
l think she did exactly
what we asked her to do.
She put a human face
on the guardians of the fleet.
Warts and all.
l'm proud of it.
You can show it
to the entire fleet.
Doesn't get better
than that.
l'd like to see
the end.
So would l.
Go ahead. Yeah.
(D'Anna)
I came to Galactica
to tell a story.
In all honesty, I thought
I knew what that story was,
before I ever set foot there.
How an arrogant military
let their egos get in the way
of doing their jobs.
Safeguarding the lives
of the civilian population.
But I found out that the truth
was more complex than that.
These people aren't Cylons.
They're not robots
blindly following orders
and polishing their boots.
They're people.
Deeply flawed, yes.
But deeply human, too.
And maybe that's saying
the same thing.
What struck me most
is that, despite it all...
the hardships, the stress,
the ever-present danger
of being killed.
Despite all that,
they never give up.
They never lie down
on the road and let the truck
run them over.
They wake up in the morning,
put on their uniforms
and do their jobs.
Everyday. No pay. No rest.
No hope of ever laying down
the burden and letting
someone else do the job.
There are no
relief troops coming.
No Colonial fleet
training new recruits
every day.
The people
on Galactica are it.
They are the thin line of blue
that separates us
from the Cylons.
Lt. Gaeta told me
a remarkable statistic.
Not a single member
of Galactica's crew has
asked to resign. Not one.
Think about that.
If you wore the uniform,