president.
-Impressive.
-Yeah.
Dualla!
Ta-da.
-Nice to be small.
-There you go, chief.
Nice to be small.
-Good night, commander.
-Good night, captain.
"There are only 12 Cylon models."
We have to get out of this storm.
The radiation affects our silica relays.
-Where did they go?
-I don't know.
-They were prepared for a big jump.
-We can't let them go.
Mm, unfortunately, I agree.
If we do, they'll return one day and seek revenge.
-It's in their nature.
-We have no choice.
It may take several decades to track them down.
Don't worry. We'll find them.
By your command.NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.
BALTAR: Now you tell me you're a machine.
The robot.
You knew I wanted access
to defence mainframe.
Do you have any idea
what they'd do to me if they find out?
NO. 6: Get down.
[Glass shattering]
ADAMA: Moments ago,
this ship received word...
that the Cylon attack
against our home worlds is underway.
As of this moment, we are at war.
All right, we can take three more people.
Giving up my seat.
[Tense instrumental music]
I've decided you're an expression
of my subconscious mind...
playing itself out during my waking states.
So I'm in your head?
[Tense instrumental music]
No.
There're maybe Cylon agents
living among us.
Some may not even know
they're Cylons at all.
They could be sleeper agents...
programmed to perfectly impersonate
human beings until activation.
[Clock ticking]
[lntense instrumental music]
[Tense instrumental music]
[Electronic beeping]
And one minute to mark.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
[Electronic beeping]
[Tense instrumental music continues]
[Electronic beeping]
[Tense instrumental music continues]
God has a plan for you, Gaius.
He has a plan for everything and everyone.
Gaius? Are you even listening to me?
[Tense instrumental music intensifies]
PILOT: Passengers, 30 seconds to mark.
ROSLIN: Planet. Men. Women. Age.
You know what? Do this after the jump.
It's all right.
[Sighs]
[Tense instrumental music continues]
[Clock ticking]
You have to believe in something.
BALTAR: I believe in a world
that I can and do understand.
A rational universe.
Explained through rational means.
I love you. That's not rational.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
I know.
No, but you're not rational.
You're also not really here.
Neither am I.
[Doorbell rings]
PILOT: Madam President,
ladies and gentlemen...
our 33 minutes are almost up once again.
Please prepare for our faster-than-light jump.
Thank you.
[Clock ticking]
Cutting it a little close this time,
aren't we, Billy?
Pilot says he's had to reboot
the FTL computer again.
[Tense instrumental music]
CALLY: Why do the Cylons come
every 33 minutes?
Why isn't it 34, 35...
TYROL: Cally.
CALLY: What?
Shut up.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
Fifteen seconds.
Sir, Jump 237 underway.
Fifty-three ships have jumped.
Ten still reporting trouble
with their FTL drives...
including Colonial One.
We're getting slower.
[Electronic beeping]
Maybe this time.
[Tense instrumental music intensifies]
[Beeping]
[Rapid electronic beeping]
[Alarm ringing]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
GAETA: Dradis contact.
It's the Cylons.
- Damn it.
- Not this time, maybe the next.
Got another idea for the next cycle.
PILOT: Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm afraid the Cylons have appeared again.
However, our FTL drive is now working
and we will jump momentarily.
BALTAR: Five days now.
[Tense instrumental music]
There are limits...
to the human body, the human mind.
Tolerances that you can't push beyond.
Well, those are facts...
provable facts.
Everyone has a limit.
All right, you know the drill, people.
Scatter formation.
APOLLO: Keep them off the civies
and don't stray beyond the recovery line.
[Guns firing]
Watch the ammo hoists for