ZAREK: Mason!
[Mason groaning]
ZAREK: Mason, what're you doing?
- Bit my ear off.
- Frak you!
APOLLO: Open the door, she's been shot!
You said they weren't animals.
What do you call this?
MASON: Twenty years I've been waiting!
APOLLO: He's gonna kill her. Do something.
You did this! You put him in a cage!
You made him a monster!
[Prisoner grunts]
[Tense instrumental music continues]
Bravo, set.
You filthy bitch!
You all deserve to die!
[Cally sobbing]
You first.
[Sobbing]
STARBUCK: All teams, sniper in position.
- He's gonna do it.
- You reap what you sow.
You look at me. You see me! Look at me!
[Seaborne grunting]
[Gun firing]
[Cally gasping]
[Tense instrumental music intensifies]
Come on, Lee. Take out the son of a bitch.
[Apollo panting]
How about it, Tom?
You still have a death wish?
You ready to leave this world,
right here, right now?
- Yes.
- Too bad.
'Cause this is what you're gonna do.
APOLLO: You're gonna tell your men
to help us get that water off the moon.
APOLLO: They're gonna work
for their points.
APOLLO: And they're gonna earn
their freedom. And then...
you're gonna get your elections.
- What?
- 'Cause you're right, Tom.
You are right about democracy
and consent of the people.
[Tense instrumental music]
I believe in those things,
and we're gonna have them.
And you can have them, too.
Or you can have this bullet. Your call.
What are you doing, Lee? Come on.
How do I know your father...
and the President will honour your word?
You don't.
You let the rest of the hostages go,
we'll leave this ship in your hands.
They try and come after you,
you can still have your last stand.
It's your choice. You reap what you sow.
All right.
ZAREK: Lower your weapons.
ZAREK: Lower your weapons.
PRISONER: Do what he says.
Put them down.
APOLLO: Back off.
[Cally gasping]
APOLLO: Cally, you're gonna be okay.
You just hang in there, you hear?
STARBUCK: Got you.
[Tense instrumental music]
[Apollo grunts]
[Gunshot]
[Guns clicking]
APOLLO: Cease fire!
[Prisoners shouting]
PRISONER: Don't shoot!
STARBUCK: All teams, hold positions.
[Starbuck panting]
Frak.
[Gasping]
- Thanks.
- I need a medic here.
God.
I don't believe this.
- It's unacceptable.
- It's done.
Prisoners have full control
of the Astral Queen.
We evac'ed all the guards
and support personnel. It's their ship.
- They're a threat to the entire fleet.
- They've been disarmed.
- The ship itself has no weapons.
- The ship itself is a weapon!
They're totally dependent on us
for food, fuel...
and they've agreed to organise the
workforce for the water detail on the moon.
You've committed me
to holding elections within a year.
Madam President, with respect...
you're serving out the remainder
of President Adar's term.
When that term is up in seven months,
the law says there's an election.
I only committed you to obeying the law.
- You were not authorised to make any deal.
- You sound like a lawyer.
I swore an oath to defend the articles.
The articles say there's an election
in seven months. If you're saying...
the law's out, then I'm not a captain,
you're not a commander...
and you are not the president.
And I don't owe either of you
a damned explanation for anything.
He's your son.
He's your advisor.
An election.
I guess you finally picked your side.
ADAMA: Madam President.
[Entrance opens and shuts]
[Door shuts]
[Starbuck clears throat]
What the hell is this? Water?
Bet your ass.
There's plenty more where that came from.
I have my flaws, too.
The difference is, my flaws are personal,
yours are professional.
[Starbuck chokes]
Thank you, Lieutenant. That'll be all.
[Sombre instrumental music]
[Door shuts]
[Sighs]
Specialist Lazy, how are you feeling?
Must be nice...
lying around, doing nothing, as usual.
Sorry, Chief.
I didn't think you'd find me here.
TYROL: I am so on to you.
SOCINUS: Cally, is it true?
SOCINUS: You really bite