music continues]
What is it?
- Update on the headcount?
- Subtract how many?
Actually, you can add one.
A baby was born this morning
on the Rising Star.
A boy.
- A baby.
- Yeah.
Thank you.
[Serene instrumental music]
[Theme music]NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
DUALLA: Radiological alarm!
TIGH: From where?
The Olympic Carrier, sir.
They've got nukes on board.
If the ship poses a threat to us,
we have to eliminate that threat.
The Cylons will be here any second.
If we're gonna do this, then just do it.
- It's a civilian ship.
- Do it.
- Giving up my seat.
- Like hell.
[Tense instrumental music]
HELO: Sharon? What are you doing here?
BOOMER: Let's move, mister.
[Eerie instrumental music]
[Gasps]
[Tense instrumental music]
- Excuse me, Lieutenant.
- Specialist. Good evening.
- Sir?
- Is something wrong?
No, sir. It's just morning, sir.
- What time is it?
- 0545.
[Electronic beeping]
[Gasps]
[Tense instrumental music]
BOOMER: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
BOOMER: Where are the rest of them?
[Beeping]
[Beeping intensifies]
[Tense instrumental music continues]
[Theme music]
GAETA: Attention. Colonial One will arrive
in 30 minutes.
GAETA: Honour detail report in quarters.
TIGH: Where the hell is it?
Damned son of a... sash.
I heard you the first time!
TIGH: One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
ROSLIN: Do it.
APOLLO: I can't stop thinking
about the Olympic Carrier.
That was three days ago.
It's ancient history
under these circumstances.
Leave the second-guessing to the historians.
But don't we have a responsibility?
I mean, as leaders, don't we have
an obligation to question our actions to...
I don't know. To make sure the decisions
we make are the right decisions.
We did what we had to do, Son.
A man takes responsibility for his actions,
right or wrong.
He accepts the consequences
and lives with them...
every day.
[Slow instrumental music]
LSO: Colonial One, Galactica.
Proceed to Omega Docking.
Contact CIC when you have hard seal.
PILOT: Roger that, Galactica.
BILLY: Excuse me, Madam President.
We've arrived...
Please don't tell me
that we have to go through this...
every time I step on that ship.
No, ma'am. But they will always
render honours for your arrival. It's protocol.
The military, they do love their protocol.
I'm sure if they knew you didn't like it,
they'd be willing to...
ROSLIN: No. Let Adama sound the trumpets.
It makes him feel more comfortable.
Maybe if he feels more comfortable...
- he'll be a little easier to deal with.
- That's smart.
No, it's not smart. It's politics.
ROSLIN: I think I'm going to get tired
of this outfit.
Seeing as I only have three
for the rest of my life.
- That looks fine.
- Fine?
It looks great.
You don't know anything
about women, do you?
- Shall we?
- Let's go be "presidential."
I am confident that I speak for the entire fleet
when I say thank you.
Without your extraordinary dedication,
your tireless effort, your sacrifice...
no one of us would be here today.
I'm proud to serve as your President.
Thank you.
[All clapping]
Carry on.
Sir, the Virgon Express
is manoeuvring alongside.
- They're standing by for unrep.
- Thank you very much, D.
Officer of the Watch,
you'll proceed with the unrep, please.
Aye, sir.
ADAMA: If you'll step this way.
ROSLIN: Thank you.
- Excuse me, Chief. A word with you, please.
- Just one second.
You know what? Just let's do it. What's up?
Got a problem.
TYROL: Yes, sir, Lieutenant, sir.
TYROL: I believe the navcon modules
are ready for inspection.
DUALLA: Virgon Express, Galactica.
We have you in visual contact.
Maintain current course and speed.
PILOT: Roger that, Galactica.
Maintain current course and speed.
Powering up stabilisation gyros
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