the Pegasus air wing.
l have a team
that works very well together.
Let's just
cut through it, shall we?
After reviewing your logs,
it is my judgment...
that having your son
as Galactica CAG
has been a grave mistake.
He's been insubordinate,
even mutinous.
And these are direct quotes
from your logs, by the way.
And l dare say,
he's not the only one
with disciplinary problems.
There's a Kara Thrace who
habitually strikes fellow
officers and disobeys orders.
This Lt. Agathon
has fraternized with...
and evidently impregnated
an enemy agent.
Let's not even
discuss your XO.
So...
there is a complete list
of transfers.
l thought you said
you had no desire
to interfere with my command.
l'm saving
your command, Bill.
You're way too close
to these officers.
And it's blinding you
to their weaknesses...
and to the damage that
they're doing to unit cohesion
and then to morale.
l don't agree.
Well, that is
certainly your right.
You have your orders.
Transfer to Pegasus?
Why the frak
should we do that?
Because those are
your orders.
We can't just let her
come here and change
our entire roster...
on the eve of
a major Cylon operation.
She's trying to
break up the team...
'cause their CAG
has a stick up his ass--
That's enough!
You're officers,
act like it.
She's given you an order.
You will carry it out.
Permission to speak freely?
You may not.
We've all gotten used to
bending the rules,
having our way...
letting things slide.
Well, that's over.
You wear the uniform,
you will accept the rules
that go with it.
You've been transferred.
Pack your gear
and report to the Pegasus CAG.
Dismissed.
This is a photo recon mission.
We are interested in one
Cylon ship in particular...
which is larger than anything
we've encountered before.
Analysis to date suggests
they will be in
this star system next.
We will hide
behind this moon...
which has an abnormally large
magnetotail and will mask
our dradis signatures.
We'll power down, hide near
the surface,
wait for the fleet to pass by.
Starbuck.
You have something to add?
Your plan sucks.
And the Cylons aren't stupid.
That moon's a blind spot.
They'll never go near it.
You really
want to get close...
you got to use
the stealth ship we
constructed aboard Galactica.
The homemade tin can?
(Stinger)
That's enough.
Starbuck,
you're off this mission.
Whiplash, Thumper,
get your optical gear ready.
Apollo, you'll pilot
the Raptor with me.
Your jacket says
you qualified in one.
Remember how to fly it?
Yes, sir.
Good. Dismissed.
(chattering)
They expect us
to take this lying down?
Now you're flying
a frakking Raptor?
lt's humiliating.
A surveillance package?
Go get the Blackbird.
Take some pretty pictures
of our Cylon ship.
Copy that.
Cheers, everybody.
(all)
Yeah!
Where's the Blackbird?
A Lt. Thrace took it out.
She said Adm. Cain ordered
a performance check out.
What?
(Gage)
Hey, Chief.
You deserve a frakking medal.
We haven't seen booze
for months.
This place is
a frakking party!
(Vireem)
l heard you guys
even got yourselves a Cylon.
Heard she's a hot one, too.
Get me some of that
Cylon stuff.
A little of the,
''Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.''
Hey, you know what,
that's enough, guys.
Just shut up.
Sensitive. You got a soft spot
for the little robot girl,
do you?
(door opens)
Who the hell are you?
Remember when Thorne put that
''please disturb'' sign up
on the brig there?
(Gage)
l got in line twice.
l hear that.
Remember she was just lying
there with that blank look
on her face, like....
Hey, do you mind?
(man #1)
Ooh, Frisky
That hurts.
What is the function
of this ship?
l don't know.
Here, take a closer look.
What makes it
so important?
Why would two Base Stars
be tasked to protect it?
(choking)
(coughing)
l don't know.
Do you think Thorne will give
us a chance at this one, too?
No, l heard him say he's gonna
have to break her in
a