Now you're going to teach me how to fly.
Red Flight reports an area of highlands here.
- Increased visibility out to 15 clicks maybe.
- It's the wrong side of the moon.
DUALLA: Commander...
ADAMA: Almost impossible to...
We have a signal
from Colonial One's shuttle.
They request permission to land.
The President's on board.
Why wasn't I notified
the President was coming onboard?
There was no advance notice, sir.
GAETA: I didn't know she was coming.
ADAMA: Let's go.
ADAMA: Have Col. Tigh meet her
at the airlock.
ADAMA: Bring her to my quarters, please.
DUALLA: Very well.
Every flying machine has four basic controls:
power, pitch, yaw, and roll.
Where are yours?
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Safety tip number one: don't touch that.
Are you going to order us
to stop the search?
I came here to talk, not to give orders.
- It may take an order.
- Why?
Col. Tigh, do I need to know something?
It's gone beyond military needs.
It's personal for the Commander and Lee.
Because of Lt. Thrace?
Because of her, and because of Zak Adama.
ROSLIN: The Commander's dead son.
It's complicated.
Take about three weeks to explain.
We've got about three minutes. Talk fast.
She's going to press.
I'm with you.
TIGH: President Roslin.
ADAMA: Madam President.
Skip the formalities.
You both know why I'm here.
Termination of a pilot's rescue mission
is a military decision.
That's a bunch of crap.
This isn't military, it's personal.
Neither of you can let go of Kara Thrace
because she's your last link to Zak.
- You don't know anything about my brother.
- Don't even begin, Captain.
You've lost perspective. As have you.
Under normal circumstances
it would just be sad...
that you two can't come to terms
with Zak's death.
In this situation
you're putting your pilots at risk.
You're exposing the fleet to possible attack
every moment we stay here.
We've been at risk of an attack since day one.
ADAMA: The Cylons won't be missing
their patrol for at least one more day.
Col. Tigh, how much aviation fuel
has been expended in this operation?
Forty-three percent of reserves.
Almost half. That's unacceptable.
Operations in the moon's atmosphere have
put one third of your fighters out of action.
That is also completely unacceptable.
Crap. Unacceptable.
Whatever it is you feel about this...
the recovery of one pilot is a military matter.
All right. It's military. Fine.
And you're both officers.
And you're both honourable men.
You're both perfectly aware
that you are putting the lives...
of over 45,000 people
and the future of this civilisation at risk...
for your personal feelings.
Now if the two of you, of all people,
can live with that...
then the human race doesn't stand a chance.
Clear your heads.
[Sober instrumental music]
Combat. Stand-by.
This is the Commander.
Terminate search operations.
Bring everyone home.
Prepare the fleet to make a jump
to the next system. We're leaving.
Okay, so it either works or it doesn't.
[Engine starting]
[Laughing happily]
Okay, it's power, roll, pitch, and yaw.
We have control. Take me home.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
You stink,
but you're one hell of a flying machine.
I want you to know, I think she's wrong.
I think we have come to terms
with what happened to Zak.
I haven't.
I need to know something.
Why did you do this? Why did we do this?
Is it for Kara? For Zak? For what?
Kara was family.
You do whatever you have to do.
Sometimes you break the rules.
- And if it was me down there instead?
- You don't have to ask that.
Are you sure?
If it were you...
we'd never leave.
ADAMA: Colonel.
TIGH: Commander.
- Resume your duties.
- Sir, fighters are aboard, sir.
Civilian ships have begun their jumps
to the next star system.
TIGH: Give the word, we'll start our clock.
ADAMA: Start the clock.
TIGH: Mr. Gaeta, start the clock.
GAETA: Starting clock.
Madam President,