making a gesture, that really helped me.
It made me reassess the man.
I would appreciate more of those insights.
And you can keep your day job at the C-A-G.
It's pronounced "CAG."
Do you see why I need you?
So who's going to tell my father?
Well...
I was thinking that...
that would be your first assignment.
Somehow I knew you were going to say that.
Thank you, Captain.
Hey.
BOOMER: That is just what I needed.
TYROL: Oh, yeah?
- Did you find that detonator?
- Yes, I did.
- I gave it to master-at-arms.
- What?
TYROL: No, no.
I told her I found it during maintenance.
Listen, calm down.
This is the best way to go about this. Okay?
That puts them on the same trail we're on...
and it doesn't raise any suspicion of you.
Listen. Trust me on this, Sharon.
I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
Okay?
- Okay.
- All right, okay.
TYROL: Don't worry, sweetie.
- I better go.
- All right.
[Man's voice on PA system]
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Theme music]NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
BILLY: The captain of the Astral Queen
wants you to know...
he's got 1,500 prisoners under heavy guard.
Tell him I want daily reports
on the well-being of his prisoners.
The President has given me a direct order.
ADAMA: We're in the middle of a war...
and you're taking orders
from a schoolteacher?
HELO: Don't suppose there's a Plan B?
BOOMER: Plans B, C, D, E are the same as A.
Get off the planet and get back to the ship.
ROSLIN: How much water did we lose?
Almost 60% of total potable water reserves.
If we don't find new supplies
they'll run out of water in two days.
[Microphone screeching]
GAETA: [Over PA] Reveille,
morning stations aboard Battlestar Galactica.
All hands report to your stations.
[Tigh grunting and groaning]
[Sighing]
TIGH: So, what do we have?
TYROL: Good news, Colonel.
We scouted the ice moon.
Found an entire subsurface ocean.
We've got reports and video for you.
TIGH: Not exactly Caprica Beach
down there, Chief?
No, sir. We've registered temperatures
180 and below...
venting of methane and C02.
It's gonna be a bitch to work down there, sir.
Cheer up. You know how lucky we are
we found this ugly rock?
Water riots breaking out
all over the fleet. Civilians.
TIGH: Whiney civie cry-babies can't stand
less than a hot shower every day.
TYROL: Yes, sir.
Even Galactica's down
to 10,000 JPs of water.
TIGH: Ever see a man die of dehydration?
TYROL: No, sir.
Let's hope you never do. It isn't pretty.
So, where were we?
We drilled 23 core samples.
13% sodium chloride. What the hell?
We can't drink salt water!
No, sir. That's why I had Cally test the ice.
Well, there you go. Pure water.
Couple of lemons, we could make lemonade.
TYROL: Yes, sir.
We'll have to melt the ice
before we transport it up to the ship.
What's that gonna take?
High-capacity heater expansion tanks,
D-25 plasma torches...
- Myrex hoses, centrifugal pumps.
- Sounds like a lot of manpower.
Ideally 1,000 men, sir.
One thousand men?
And where're they gonna come from?
Slave labour.
They are criminals. They've been sentenced
to hard labour. And this is very hard labour.
Not to mention physically dangerous.
This is not for civilians, but...
APOLLO: Their ship wasn't designed
for long-term incarceration.
APOLLO: These men have been stuck
in cramped cells for weeks now.
They might even prefer to get out.
Do something, even if it is dangerous.
If they volunteer. But these aren't slaves
and I will not have them treated as such.
No. We could offer incentives.
APOLLO: Points towards earning freedom.
ADAMA: Excuse me.
You wanna start releasing
hardened criminals into the fleet?
Sir, these men were on their way to Caprica
for parole hearings...
which at least implies
they may be ready for release.
- Make it happen, Captain.
- Yes, sir.
To address Commander