just kind of evolved.
Just a couple
of lovesick kids, huh?
l know how she felt about you.
She loved you.
Did she fill you in
on the rest of the plan?
She and l were going
to muster out at the end
of our service.
You know?
That we would get married...
maybe we would have children.
(sighing)
l guess l'm just
a big frakking idiot,
though, huh?
Probably that godsdamn
toaster's plan all along.
Don't call her that.
To sucker some moron...
into giving her a kid.
But you know what?
l should probably
be grateful to you.
Probably be grateful.
You know why?
Because that freak
in her belly
could've been mine.
(groaning)
Hey. You okay? Sorry.
Son of a bitch!
(gasping)
(both grunting)
That's enough, Chief.
You don't get to call it.
Enough!
(grunting)
(both grunting)
Come on,
you damn toaster lover!
(panting)
(spanner clanking)
(both panting)
l don't even know
why l'm mad at you.
My Sharon's dead.
That thing in the brig...
that isn't Sharon.
Roger, Blue leader.
Say fuel state.
(screaming)
(radio feedback)
What the hell is that?
lt was us, sir.
But l can't find the source
of the transmission.
Something's triggering
our comm system to broadcast
an automatic signal.
Which the Cylons could trace
to get a fix on our position.
Let's assume that for now.
Update and distribute
emergency jump sites...
just in case
they show up again.
Dee, get me a....
(gasping)
(men chattering)
(sighing)
l'm okay, sir.
No. No, stay down.
We'll get you to Doc Cottle
to make sure
everything's okay.
Mr. Gaeta,
find out what happened.
(Dualla exhaling)
l'm okay.
Mr. Gaeta?
A power surge
energized the board.
System's been twitchy
ever since the Cylons
infiltrated our network.
Mr. Gaeta,
this is more than a twitch.
The commander's right.
l don't care if you have to
go through this program
line by line. Fix it.
Excuse me?
You heard me.
Sir, l'm running
every diagnostic we've got.
Checking each line of code
could take days.
l am not interested
in excuses. Fix it.
lt's not an excuse, sir.
lt's a frakking fact!
(sighing)
Mr. Gaeta.
Yes, sir.
Pull yourself together.
l'm sorry, sir.
(men chattering)
What the hell
is his problem?
Months on the run
and what do we have to show
for it?
Casualties.
Deteriorating conditions.
This crew needs a rest.
lt's finally hitting them,
Saul.
Our old lives are gone.
The only thing we have
to look forward to is this.
Chief, where's 2-8-niner?
l need her for drills today.
She was grounded, sir.
What? For how long?
Permanently.
We're salvaging what we can,
but it's gone.
Damn it,
l need that ship on line.
What can l tell you, Captain?
Engine mounts are shot,
cockpit seals are cracked.
lf it was a horse,
they'd shoot it.
Got something, Chief.
(Apollo)
Chief, come on.
Work with me here.
l need your help.
What do you want me to do?
Work my crew to death?
No. Just do your best.
Nobody's expecting
any miracles.
(people chattering)
Maybe that's the problem.
(Tyrol)
Frak it, why not?
What's going on, Chief?
All right, here's the deal.
We are going to build
a new fighter.
(snickers)
What about
the rest of the ships?
l'm three days backlogged
on repairs as is.
This is strictly
an off-duty project.
Nobody takes one minute away
from regular maintenance
and repairs. You got it?
You don't think
we can do this?
l wouldn't even know
how to begin.
What else is new?
Screw you.
Okay. He's talking
about fabricating a frame,
avionics, life support.
lt's frakking impossible.
You know what, then?
Forget you. l don't need you.
Chief, wait.
lt's not like that.
l said forget it.
Get back to work.
That's an order.
(clears throat)
How much time do l have?
Weeks. A month at the outside.
Will l be able to work?
Unless the cancer
goes to your brain.
lf that happens....
(gun firing)
Someone's a tad aggressive.
Just shut up and shoot.
My gods, between you
and Racetrack, it's like....
Having a