with anything before then--
They'll take control
of all of our systems...
and then they'll have
a hundred ways to kill us.
l've just come from
seeing our Cylon prisoner.
She's offering
a possible solution
to the problem.
And you're wondering
if you can trust her.
lt took everything l have...
not to put my hands
around her throat.
l can't believe
l'm contemplating this.
We both know
the Cylons are experts
at manipulation.
They will do anything
to confuse you.
This is not the one
who shot me.
Can they really be
that different
from one another?
Commander,
if you're asking me...
if it's possible
that your judgment's
been clouded...
by your history
with this particular
Cylon model...
l'd have to say yes.
But...
we created them.
There's always a chance
we might find common ground.
(man chattering on radio)
We need to work quickly.
We're on borrowed time.
Let her go.
(guard)
Yes, sir.
Dee, do you still carry
your father's pocketknife?
Give it to her.
Mr. Gaeta, can you set me up
with a fiber-optic comm link?
l need broadcast
to all frequencies...
and direct contact
to the mainframe.
(Adama)
Do it.
(Gaeta)
Sir.
Right here, Sharon.
Thanks.
(Gaeta)
Dradis. Here they come.
Multiple targets.
(alarm sounding)
Bearing 37 1 carom 552.
Cylon raiders.
Bastards tracked us,
all right.
Launch Vipers.
(alarm blaring)
(people shouting)
(man on radio)
Apollo,
the raiders are holding.
(Apollo)
Galactica, Apollo.
Raiders are holding formation.
Repeat,
raiders are holding formation.
What the hell?
(Sharon)
Okay, this is how
it's going to work.
The raiders are going to
send a signal
to activate the virus.
lt could take a few seconds.
On my mark,
initiate the computer wipe.
Miss the window....
The virus takes over
every system in the ship.
Sometimes you gotta roll
the hard six.
Right, Commander?
(Sharon groaning)
What the hell is she doing?
(Sharon moaning)
(Dualla)
They've made contact, sir.
(Gaeta)
lt's moving too fast,
l can't follow it.
We gotta stop this.
Stand by to execute
computer wipe on my command.
System is ready, sir.
Wipe the hard drives now.
Do it.
(Starbuck)
My gods, what are they doing?
(alarm blaring)
Weapons are still offline.
No dradis. Systems down.
We're looking at
a godsdamn bloodbath.
We're defenseless.
(Hotdog)
Apollo, Hotdog.
Here they come!
All right, copy, Hotdog.
Gods, there must be
hundreds of them.
Cylons are still moving in.
She set us up!
(electricity buzzing)
Give me your sidearm.
(guard)
Yes, sir.
lf they're coming for you,
they're gonna be
very disappointed.
Do it.
(Tigh)
What are you waiting for?
This.
(engines shutting down)
(groaning)
What the hell?
We just transmitted a signal.
Galactica?
They seem to have lost power.
They're drifting
out of control!
What the hell?
Cylons sent a computer virus.
But we just sent one back.
Apollo, this is Galactica.
Kill the bastards.
(Starbuck)
Yeah! Come on, baby.
Roger that.
Vipers, weapons free.
Engage.
This is payback.
(Apollo whooping)
Yeah! How do you like that?
You seeing this?
(Apollo)
Got this toaster padlocked.
Come on!
(Apollo laughing)
I got another
where that one came from!
(Starbuck)
Guys, clean them up.
Come on, let's go.
Officers.
(guard)
Yes, sir.
Take this thing
back to its cell.
(men chattering)
(machines whirring)
There you go, Chief.
Nice to be small, huh?
Ship's got
more than one engine.
Get to it.
(Starbuck)
We are so damn close.
There has got to be
some extra metal
lying around...
that we can use
to skin this thing.
Floorboards,
extra bulkheads,
something.
Most of it's ticketed
for Viper repair.
Who says you need metal?
Carbon composite.
(Starbuck)
Good call, Helo.
lt's gonna be hard as hell
to see on dradis...
but the question is,
will it fly?
Just watch me.
(Starbuck)
Instruments. in the green.
Fuel pressure. nominal.
Apollo, Starbuck.
Blackbird flight
is