today!"
PILOTS: Watch that tin can hit the spot!
[Dramatic instrumental music]
PILOT 1: Five Little Cylons in the grass
PILOTS: Watch the Raptor light their ass!
[Explosion]
DUALLA: Attention!
Fire on the port hangar deck.
DUALLA: Away the fire and rescue team...
ADAMA: Let's go!
[Theme music]
[Struggles and pants]
[Warning system beeping]
Metal fatigue, old equipment.
Worn strap fails, drops a million cubic drone
to the deck.
Kills 13 pilots and lands seven more
in sick bay.
HADRIAN: It's hard to hear this,
but we got lucky.
If that had been a missile
instead of a cone drone...
it could've taken out the side of the ship.
Never had a death in my hangar deck.
Accidents. Never a death.
Services for the dead.
APOLLO: Services will commence
at 1100 hours on the forward hangar deck.
Mid-ship's hangar deck remains closed...
for investigation and clean up
until further notice.
Uniforms for the services will be
dress greys.
I wish I knew what to say,
words to make this better.
Can anything make this better?
I don't know.
ADAMA: Attention on deck!
ADAMA: As you were.
ADAMA: May I?
APOLLO: Yes, sir.
[Eerie instrumental music]
Are you Lt. Thrace?
Give me your eyes.
I know this has been a hard day.
ADAMA: There's been plenty of them lately.
I can guarantee you
there'll be more to come.
ADAMA: Remember your self-esteem.
Your self-respect.
And your self-worth.
Hold strong to them,
because people are watching.
You're the guardians of the fleet.
They need to know that they can
count on you.
ADAMA: Even at a time like this.
ADAMA: Are you Lt. Thrace?
I'm Cdr. Adama. Zak's father.
I know, sir. I'm sorry, sir.
I was planning on coming to see you
tomorrow before the funeral.
You don't need to explain anything.
GUARD: Present arms!
GUARD: Order arms!
Once again, we are charged
with the solemn duty...
to return the bodies of our own
to the universe...
from which the Lords of Kobol brought
them to us.
CLERIC: The burdens of this life are with us
but a short time.
For Lt. Zak Adama,
son of William and Caroline Adama...
brother of Lee, the time was too short.
CLERIC: But we take comfort in knowing
his life was willingly given...
in service to all of us.
CLERIC: We honour them for that.
CLERIC: And, thus, it falls upon us
to repent our sins...
and with the help of the Lords of Kobol...
make our own lives worthy of that gift.
CLERIC: And now, we commit his body
to the ground from which we were all made.
ELOSHA: Secure in the knowledge...
that we will be reunited with them...
in a better world to come.
[Melancholic instrumental music]
So say we all.
So say we all.
[Snare drums sounding military drumbeat]
GUARD: Present arms!
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot]
ADAMA: Pilots we've known.
ADAMA: I have to start training new pilots.
[Starbuck chuckles]
There it is.
[Clears throat]
I kind of thought this was about that.
I don't know if I'm the right person for this.
- Do you know someone better?
- No.
But there's almost 50,000 people out there.
Trying to tell me there's not one
flight instructor?
There's two. Civilians. Both.
ADAMA: But I need someone
to teach combat tactics.
You know, I don't know
if I'd be of any use to you.
- I wasn't the most patient.
- Let's get down to it.
This is about Zak.
It was not your fault.
You had nothing to do with what happened.
It was an accident.
Lee? Zak failed basic flight.
- What?
- Or at least he should have, but he didn't...
because I passed him.
His technique was sloppy
and he had no feel for flying...
but I passed him.
Because he and I...
Because I felt something and I let it
get in the way of doing my job.
STARBUCK: And I couldn't fail him.
Zak passed basic flight.
ADAMA: He was trained
and ready to sit in that cockpit.
What happened to him could've happened
to any qualified pilot.
- You know that's