We're getting
awful lucky today.
Prepare to jump!
(Dualla)
Vipers aboard, sir.
Stand by in five, four,
three, two...
jump.
Jump completed.
Report.
(beeping)
Multiple contacts,
round the board.
Colonial transponders,
Sir. We found them!
(crew cheering)
(crew applauding)
Capt. Kelly.
Lt. Gaeta.
Sir.
Dee, contact the Rising Star.
Tell Cottle to get his ass
over here, ASAP.
Hell of a job.
From now on,
no more heart massages for me.
l'm sticking to pills
and enemas.
Sir.
Let's hear it.
Well, l managed
to stop the bleeding,
but he's still critical.
Doc's on his way.
Can you hear me, Bill?
(sighing)
(sniffs)
(knocking on door)
Go away!
(Watkins)
Capt. Tigh?
This is Shore Patrol.
Sgt. Watkins, sir.
Open up, please.
Maj. Adama's compliments.
He wishes me to inform you,
you've been reinstated
in the Colonial Fleet...
with the rank of Captain.
Maj. Adama?
Welcome back
to the Fleet, sir.
l'll be right with you,
Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
You never should've
brought me back
in the service.
lf you'd just let me be,
l'd have died back there...
on Caprica along
with everyone else...
and been happier for it.
l don't want a command.
l never did.
Don't you dare die on me now.
(clanking)(male narrator)
Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.
lf you go back to Caprica
and bring me the arrow...
that will show us
the way to Earth.
What do you want from me,
Helo? She's a Cylon.
(gun fires)
l'm not gonna
let you kill her! Okay?
She's carrying my child!
Bitch took my ride.
(Tigh)
l am placing you under arrest,
Madam President.
This is mutiny.
You know that.
(Adama)
l'm terminating your
presidency, as of this moment.
l recommend we execute jump to
emergency standby coordinates.
What about our people
on the surface of Kobol?
lf they're still alive,
they'll have to wait.
He's not gonna make it.
Tarn, you forgot the med kit,
so you're gonna have to
go back and get it.
You can't send him alone.
You questioning
my orders, Chief?
(gun firing)
l don't want a command.
l never did.
Don't you dare die on me now.
The Cylons are hacking
our network.
Attempting to access
our mainframe.
(Hotdog)
What is that thing?
(Apollo)
I don't know, but whatever it
is, it's bearing on Galactica.
We've got to take it out!
(woman on P.A.)
Attention, Damage Control Team
to Deck 12.
Hey.
Hey.
Attention, Damage Control Team
to Deck 12.
Quite a day, huh?
Yeah.
Wow, l haven't seen you
in person since....
Two weeks ago.
l've really been
thinking about you.
That's nice. l gotta go.
Hey, Dee.
Dee, hey. Hey.
Listen...
l know that l haven't
really made an effort,
or it must seem...
like l really haven't
made an effort...
to make this,
whatever this is,
a priority.
But--
But?
But you were too busy
helping the President
spark a mutiny on my ship.
Or, but you wanted to wait
until you were desperate...
and needed
a shoulder to cry on...
before making your move?
l think that was
a little uncalled for.
Yeah, l'm sorry.
You're right.
l gotta go.
What the hell?
(lshay)
Grab the
emergency flashlights.
(Kim)
Copy that.
Check the ventilator.
(Kelly)
We have DMA interrupted.
Report status.
l'm checking.
(Gaeta)
Let's check subsystems! Let's
get emergency power back on!
(Hotdog)
Flyboy!
(Flyboy)
Hotdog!
(Kat whooping)
XO, sitrep?
lt's the virus, sir.
l think it must have
spawned copies of itself in
some of the computer systems.
lt's knocked out main power
and auxiliary units.
(Gaeta)
Emergency power
just kicked back in.
Hey, Captain,
nice work out there!
l'm not sure what you guys
are kissing and hugging about.
We screwed up.
We let one through.
(Kat)
What's going on
with the lights?
(Apollo)
l'm not sure.
We still have no idea
if we can reach
most of the ship.
(thudding)
What the hell was that?
l'm not sure, sir. Checking.
Power's out, sir.
l think it's ship-wide.
Sound-powered phones
is the only thing working.