be no more "us."
No more secrets, no more lies, that's it.
It's over.
I can't believe
you can just turn your back on us.
I put everything on the line for you.
Everything. I cover for you, I protect you.
TYROL: I risk my career, my freedom,
my integrity, for what?
[Screaming] So some innocent kid,
one of my kids, can take the fall for me?
TYROL: No!
We are not worth that.
Okay.
Right.
I guess I'll see you around.
One more thing.
Did you leave the hatch combing
open last night?
What?
Did you leave the hatch combing
open last night?
What are you saying?
BOOMER: That I helped the Cylon?
TYROL: I didn't say anything.
I'm just asking a question.
I think I deserve an answer.
You have the only answer
you're ever gonna get.
[Theme music]NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica:
[Dramatic instrumental music]
NO. 6: Ignoring me won't help.
BALTAR: No, I've decided you're
an expression of my subconscious mind...
playing itself out in my waking states.
So, I'm in your head?
Of course if you're not really here,
neither am I.
Do you have any idea
what they would do to me if they find out?
They'd probably charge you with treason.
Treason is punishable by the death penalty.
HELO: Come on, Sharon. Where are you?
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Helo!
BOOMER: We gotta go. Right now.
BALTAR: I don't see the hand of God in here.
Could I be looking in the wrong place?
BALTAR: Let me see. Proteins? Yes.
Haemoglobin? Yes.
BALTAR: Divine digits? No.
Sorry. I'm sure I can find evidence...
of his divine hand
in one of these delightful samples.
After all, there are so fracking many...
I'm sure even I can be relied upon
to find God in one of them.
What is it
that drives you to blasphemy, Gaius?
NO. 6: A need to tempt fate?
BALTAR: Boredom, actually.
BALTAR: Indeed, every waking hour
is spent...
in what some might say, has become
my own personal religion.
The Church of the Mystic Cylon Detector.
Are you finished?
[Mysterious instrumental music]
NO. 6: If you would give yourself over
to God's will...
you'd find peace in his love as I have.
Could you help me with this zipper?
I'm having trouble.
NO. 6: He has a plan for us.
BALTAR: How do you know it's a he?
There is only one, true God.
Really?
You running a glitch
in the programme or something?
'Cause you say the same thing
over and over again.
Now, I've accepted your God and all that.
Can't we reboot the hard drive?
He's not my God. He is God.
Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God.
He's big enough for all of us, isn't he?
Now, please.
BALTAR: Please, honey.
Can't we do something
a little more elevating?
It's important you form
a personal relationship with God.
Only you can give yourself over
to his eternal love.
For God's sake!
BALTAR: I can't take this anymore!
NO. 6: I'm trying to save your immortal soul.
What you are doing, darling, is boring me
to death with your superstitious drivel.
Your metaphysical nonsense...
which, to be fair, actually appeals
to the half-educated dullards...
that make up most of human society,
but which, I hasten to add...
no rational, intelligent,
free-thinking human being truly believes.
Which leads me
to the inescapable conclusion...
that Cylons are, in the final...
[Mysterious instrumental music continues]
That Cylons are, in the final analysis,
little more than toasters...
with great looking legs.
It's my fantasy. See if I care.
I'll dream up someone new...
a brunette maybe.
[Knocking on door]
Maybe we can dispense with the foreplay.
Get right down to...
What did you say?
That was nothing.
I was just talking to myself.
I talk to myself.
Hang me.
The Commander would like to see you
in the CIC, Doctor.
There you are. Very nice.
- That blouse could open up a button.
- Excuse me?
You wanted to see me, Commander?
ADAMA: Miss Godfrey has brought some
very disturbing accusations to my attention.
I think you should