Been trying to get to
Damage Control,
but the lines are jammed.
Okay. Get the birds tied down
and make the ordnance safe.
l'll head up to Combat
and see what the hell's
going on.
Yes, sir.
Say again.
Cylons reported
in the starboard flight pod.
We've been boarded.
(Apollo)
Okay, nuggets. Keep moving.
Yeah...
but when l came up on his six,
all right, he rotated,
so l had to bug out.
lt was plain, clean, simple.
(Kat)
Hey, did you see...
when l turned on that pair
chasing me on the port beam?
Yeah.
(Hotdog)
l saw that. That was sweet.
l rotate, pull back,
hit the brakes,
and there, bang!
Left one's lined up
dead-center ring.
l chatter him,
turn back to get
his wingman....
(Kat screaming)
Jesus!
(Apollo)
Cylons! Come on! Move! Come
on! Let's get out of here!
Come on! Come on!
Go! Go!
My gods! lt's coming!
(Kat)
Go! Go! Go!
Get the hell out!
Go!
Get up! Get out!
Go now, now!
Frak!
(gun firing)
You all right, Captain?
l'm still breathing.
l guess that's all right.
Kat!
Hotdog, you all right?
(Hotdog)
Think so.
Can l get back to you on that?
Sitrep?
We've been boarded, sir.
We don't know how many,
where they are,
where they're headed.
Our standard ammo
doesn't even make a dent.
The explosive rounds
are the only way
to take them down.
How many rounds you got?
That was our last one.
All right.
Hotdog?
Take this to ClC.
Give it to Col. Tigh
or the officer in charge.
(Hotdog)
Yes, sir.
Marines, let's go
toaster shopping.
All clear, sir.
Kat, on me.
Yes, sir.
(Gaeta)
Galactica to all ships.
We have been boarded
by a Cylon raiding party.
Do not approach
or attempt to dock
with Galactica.
Keep a safe distance
until we have
secured the ship.
l say again,
we have been boarded
by a Cylon raiding--
(static buzzing)
What the hell was that?
The Cylons jammed the signal.
Great.
(gunshots)
Are those gunshots?
Yeah.
We can't stay in here.
(Roslin)
Open the door.
You know l can't do that,
Madam President.
Cpl. Venner, l have
no intention of being
locked in this cell...
and shot like a rat in a cage.
Open the door!
Thank you.
Hey! Hey! Hey!
(Apollo)
Cpl. Venner, don't shoot!
lt's Capt. Adama!
l have a fire team with me!
Come on in, Captain.
Watch the companionway.
We're clear, sir.
We've been boarded.
This deck is crawling
with Cylons. They're trying
to get to the magazines.
How can we help?
Stay alive and don't get shot.
Leave the Cylons to us.
Okay, sickbay
is the safest spot.
lt's farthest away from any
potential targets and it's
designed to function as a...
disaster shelter in case
the ship were lost.
Right.
Bonnington, sidearm.
Sir.
Okay, Billy.
You ever handled
a weapon before?
A pellet gun from my uncle
when l was, like, 10.
The principle's the same,
the real ones just make
a bigger noise.
Madam President.
No, thank you. l can't.
Corporal.
Yes, sir.
You're in charge of
getting her down to sickbay.
Take Bonnington as escort.
Remember, just head away
from the sound of gunfire.
(Venner)
All right.
What about you?
Well, we're heading
towards the gunfire.
Okay, listen up.
There's a small arms locker
on causeway Bravo,
two decks down.
We're gonna go get
some explosive rounds...
and then we're heading
towards the magazines.
Twinam?
(Twinam)
Sir.
You take point.
Yes, sir.
Good luck, Captain.
May the lords protect you.
And you, too.
(Twinam)
Clear.
Okay, let's go!
Move.
(Helo)
We should probably
head out of the city...
try to scout one of
the outlying air bases...
see if we can find a Raptor.
lt's not exactly
what l expected.
l thought l'd be
stepping over decaying
corpses in the streets.
Yeah, we saw a few bodies
here and there.
Not much though.
Sharon said....
Cylon Sharon said
they had troops
picking up the bodies...
transporting them
to mass incinerators.
Your girlfriend's
from a lovely family.
Good people, great values.
Enough, all right?
Okay,