high risk, extremely high risk.
- I understand.
ADAMA: I need you to light-jump to Kobol
and take care of this base star.
We're placing a Cylon transponder
aboard your Raptor.
In theory, it should allow you to approach
the base star without getting fired upon.
But we'll still be ID'd as Colonial Raptors
once we're in visual range.
For all they know,
you could be two Cylon agents...
returning with a captured Raptor.
ADAMA: Once you're inside
the defence perimeter...
I need you to make them think
you want to dock.
You have to fire your nuke
into the loading bay...
and then jump back home immediately.
Do you understand?
I understand.
I can do it, sir. I know I can.
You have to.
Yes, sir.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Starbuck panting]
[Groaning]
STARBUCK: This doesn't look good.
Please tell me this was not all for nothing.
[Exclaiming in exasperation]
I'm good.
I am really good.
I'm home.
Wow, I'm home.
[Monitor beeping]
[Ominous instrumental music]
Gaeta, please tell me that you're right
about this transponder thing.
[Ominous instrumental music intensifies]
[Boomer 1 tapping foot]
Stop. Stop that.
I'm nervous.
Like anything scares you.
Things scare me, Helo. I have feelings.
You have software.
I don't know
if you can hear this or not, Helo...
but what we had between us was important.
It was very important.
- Why?
- Because it was the next step.
Because it brings us closer to God.
Don't mock the gods. It's a human belief.
I'm human. They're our gods.
But beyond that, I just want you to know
that I genuinely feel something for you.
I don't care.
I don't love you.
I loved what I thought was you.
Helo, I think there's something
else that you should know.
[Climactic instrumental music]
I'm pregnant.
APOLLO: [On radio] Galactica, Apollo.
We have visual on Colonial One.
Tell Apollo he's cleared
to begin the assault...
to contact us when he has soft-seal
on the hull.
Aye, sir.
Commander, Boomer and Racetrack
are in the air, ready for their jump to Kobol.
Put them through down here.
ADAMA: Boomer, Galactica Actual.
I just wanted to say good luck,
good hunting...
and I have complete faith in the both of you.
Thank you, Actual. We won't let you down.
Racetrack, start the jump clock.
[Beeping]
Clock is running.
APOLLO: Galactica. Apollo.
We have soft-seal.
I know Commander Adama
and I'm counting on the fact...
that when push comes to shove,
he is the kind of man...
who will not want bloodshed.
Nevertheless, this may not be
the safest place.
Billy, how many civilians
are in the cargo hold?
176.
There is room in the cargo hold
and I implore you to find refuge there...
with the other civilians. This is my choice.
ROSLIN: This is my choice.
- You do not have to come with me.
- We stand with our president.
[Phone buzzing]
BILLY: Yes?
Right.
Security commander reports sounds
of someone cutting through the hull.
The Raptors are cutting through the hull, sir.
Get the President on the line.
[Solemn instrumental music]
You think this thing is working?
[Electronic beeping]
We're about to find out.
[Exclaiming in relie]
- I guess so.
- Yeah.
[Clearing throat]
- How are we doing on that?
- It's not responding, sir.
Are you even trained to use this thing?
CRASHDOWN: How's he doing, Chief?
[Tyrol sighs heavily]
Not doing so good. I don't now
if his lungs are burned or what.
Well, he's a tough kid.
He's gonna pull through.
Get those wounds looked at, Chief.
TYROL: Yeah. Lieutenant?
TYROL: Shouldn't we be moving out?
- Do you have a plan for tactical deployment?
- Plan for tactical deployment, Chief?
Get to the high ground. It'll be our best
chance of being seen by a search party.
High ground is also our best chance
of being seen by the Cylons.
TYROL: They're flying around, sir.
They might land the troops...
before we get rescued.
CRASHDOWN: That's true.