the main guns.
You've got a red light right there.
[Electronic crackling]
[Rapid beeping]
DUALLA: We have a hit on the starboard
bow. Away the damage control parties.
Basestar is launching raiders.
[Tense instrumental music]
Colonial One is ready to jump.
All civilian ships away,
including Colonial One.
Recover fighters. Stand by to jump.
Combat landings.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
- All fighters aboard, sir.
- Execute jump.
[Tense instrumental music intensifies]
Jump 237 complete.
All civilian ships
present and accounted for, sir.
TIGH: Start the clock.
And let's start prepping for the next jump.
Clock is running. Thirty-three minutes.
Mark.
TYROL: You have 32 minutes, people.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Sighing]
NO. 6: You know you're not safe.
No, of course not.
The Cylons will follow us again...
as they have the last 237 times.
NO. 6: You're right, you know.
There are limits.
- Eventually, you'll make a mistake.
- And then you'll kill us all.
Yes.
Yes, I know.
But not for another 33 minutes.
[Clock ticking]
[Theme music]
[Tense instrumental music]
[Clock ticking]
ADAMA: I want to try
something new this time.
Divide the fleet into six groups.
And they jump...
[Adama sighs]
ADAMA: And they jump two more times
and on the fourth jump, we rendezvous at...
a common set of coordinates.
TIGH: Twenty-four jumps to plot,
we're breaking our humps...
calculating one jump every 33 minutes.
Get off my jacket.
- You eating this?
- Not anymore.
APOLLO: Combat landings expected again
to be the order of the day...
so double-check
your undercarriage before...
Look, you all have done this 237 times.
You know what to do.
No mistakes.
And let's make it to 238.
Good luck and be careful out there.
[Solemn instrumental music]
Can you do me a favour?
Tell Capt. Apollo he owes me one wing.
DAVE: You got it, dude.
No, Cally, there's three. I know there's three.
- Can you check it again for me, please?
- Yeah.
Let's get some of them starting to work.
TYROL: We'll sleep when we're dead.
Come on.
Boomer.
Heard the latest?
They say Cylons look like us now.
- Primary fuel?
- Primary fuel 2893 KRG.
Marine told one of the pilots that
we marooned some guy back on Ragnar...
because they actually thought
that he was a Cylon.
You know what? I don't give a frak.
Red light on the number four thruster.
Go make a visual ID. See if it's blocked.
- Right.
- "Right."
A little rough on your new ECO,
don't you think?
He's not my ECO.
He's some refugee from Triton
that I'm saddled with and I didn't ask you.
- Helo's gone, Sharon.
- I didn't ask you that, either.
Sorry.
- Colony?
- Saggitaron. How many have you got?
5,251 survivors from Saggitaron, last count.
SOCINUS: We can't transmit photos yet.
If you want, you can leave them with us...
or you can put them on the board outside.
Sorry.
DUALLA: Thanks.
SOCINUS: Next.
SOCINUS: Colony?
[Sombre instrumental music]
[Sombre instrumental music intensifies]
[Sighing] Update on the headcount,
Madam President.
How did we lose 300?
There were some overcounts...
a few deaths from wounds
and a few missing during the last attack.
[Grave instrumental music]
Do you want children, Gaius?
[lntense instrumental music]
Let me think about it for a minute.
No.
Procreation is one of God's commandments.
Really?
I'm sure some day
if you're a good Cylon he'll reward you...
with a lovely little walking toaster
of your very own.
I want us to have a child, Gaius.
BALTAR: You can't be serious.
- It's Dr. Amarak.
- What was that?
I'm so sorry for interrupting you
while you were speaking.
You were just saying?
I was just saying that a Dr. Amarak...
- has requested to speak with the President.
- Dr. Amarak. I see.
You know him?
Have you always been able to multitask
like this?
Yes.
I used to work with him
at the Ministry of Defence.
It says here that
he's uncovered