as a Cylon agent.
- You sleep, I watch.
- No. You're the one who needs sleep.
You were lucky
that you didn't lapse into a coma.
The time is going to come when you won't
be able to hide what you're going through.
[Ominous instrumental music]
[Rumbling]
[Whispering]
[Whispering continues]
[Roslin panting]
[Ominous instrumental music intensifies]
Laura.
[Gasping]
[Sombre instrumental music]
[Knocking on door]
ROSLIN: Yes?
Madam President, are you okay in there?
I'm fine, it's just the side effects
from the Chamalla.
ROSLIN: You know that thing they say,
"What's worse? The cancer or the cure?"
What do you need?
You have an urgent call
from the Captain of the Gemenon Traveller.
ROSLIN: Can I call him back?
BILLY: He says he found a Cylon on board.
[Tense instrumental music]
ROSLIN: They found him
in the starboard storage compartment.
ROSLIN: Looked like he'd been camped here
for days.
ADAMA: Are they sure it's a Cylon?
ROSLIN: The captain identified him
by one of the photos we sent out.
He's another copy
of the man you knew as Leoben Conroy.
Where is it now?
Aboard the Gemenon Traveller,
locked in a storeroom, under guard.
Isolate that ship.
Order the CAP to fly escort
around the Gemenon Traveller.
And not to approach
any other ship in the fleet.
Aye, sir.
Kat, Galactica, fly close...
I'll send a team over
to destroy it immediately.
ROSLIN: I want this man interrogated first.
ADAMA: First of all...
it's not a him, it's an it...
second, anything it says cannot be trusted.
Best thing to do is destroy it immediately.
I'd like to hear what this thing has to say.
It might be important.
Madam President,
I've dealt with this model before.
ADAMA: lt'll fill your head with doubletalk,
half-baked philosophy and confuse you.
Then send someone
who won't be easily confused.
That's an order, Commander.
ROSLIN: I want him interrogated.
Order understood.
STARBUCK: Think it'll give me something?
ADAMA: No.
ADAMA: President disagrees.
You need me to go, I'll shower up and go.
How's this coming?
We got the entire avionics package
figured out.
Fire control, navigation...
and I think that I am zeroing in
on her FTL drive.
I did this in a hurry about three weeks ago.
It's my after-action report on Leoben.
It's a very clever machine.
Manipulative, cunning.
The only problem with Leoben
isn't that he lies.
That would be too easy.
It's that he mixes lies with truth.
Just remember,
he's gonna try to get into your head.
My mum always said
there was nothing in there anyway.
[Starbuck laughs]
[Whispering] Just be careful.
He has an agenda.
It's a goal you won't understand until later.
Your job is to make sure
he doesn't achieve the goal.
Yes, sir.
[Solemn instrumental music]
[Theme music]
[Boomer humming]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
TYROL: Lieutenant.
- What's up?
- Nothing.
Just wanted to see if
what I told you the other day helped at all?
Yeah. Actually it did.
You do treat this thing
more like an animal than a machine...
and it actually works.
TYROL: Where did you come up with that
anyway? Just pop into your head?
- I'm a Cylon.
- You know, that's not even funny.
If I could prove that I wasn't...
would that make a difference?
You know, between us?
[Sombre instrumental music]
PILOT: Gemenon Traveller,
Raptor seven-one-niner...
inbound with Lt. Thrace aboard.
Permission to dock.
MAN: Roger, seven-one-niner.
Permission granted.
CAPTAIN: Really does look like a person.
STARBUCK: Yeah.
CAPTAIN: Must be all full of wires inside.
STARBUCK: No, you cut him open,
there's blood, guts the whole thing.
It's sweating.
Well, I'll be. Look at that.
God, they go through a lot of trouble
to imitate people.
CAPTAIN: Why do you think they do that?
STARBUCK: I don't care why.
STARBUCK: But the fact
that these