play for all the marbles.
Starbuck, it's your plan.
Mr. Gaeta...
will you please tell D to get on the scrambler
and inform Apollo the back door is open?
Aye, Lieutenant.
GAETA: D, please send
a scrambler to Capt. Apollo.
Message reads, "The back door is open."
Apollo, Galactica. Back door is open.
Godspeed, Apollo.
[lntense instrumental music]
[Ship humming]
[lntense instrumental music swells]
Lt. Thrace, why didn't you tell me...
we had another attack force
hidden in the freighters?
STARBUCK: We...
ADAMA: It was my decision.
I routinely restrict tactical details
to those who need to know.
Old habits die hard.
So you still might pull this off?
ADAMA: If Dr. Baltar's target information
is correct.
And whether we get blown to pieces
by those Cylon Raiders...
heading toward us right now.
Speaking of which, I'm needed in CIC.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Electronic beeping]
Initial point in 5 seconds.
Flak suppression unit cleared hot.
APOLLO: [On radio] Okay, let's do this.
Come on, Lee. It's all on you.
[Tense instrumental music]
Incoming!
[Gripping instrumental music]
APOLLO: [On radio] Weapons free.
By the numbers, people.
Target acquired. Tone and lock.
KAT: [On radio] Firing.
Tone and lock. Firing.
What's got into these fracking missiles?
Come on.
They're jamming the guidance systems.
APOLLO: Strike two, Apollo.
Then we get close enough
so we don't need the guidance systems.
APOLLO: We'll have to blow this thing
manually.
Wilco, Apollo. Rolling in.
[Gripping instrumental music continues]
Chuckles!
[Alarm blaring]
Oh, frack.
Chuckles bought it. He's going down!
[Stepchild screaming]
KAT: [On radio] Now they've got
our attack axis zeroed in.
There's no way to fracking get close.
There's gotta be.
APOLLO: We've got to get out of this flak.
Let's get down below deck,
down where the target is.
I've got an idea.
I'm gonna take a closer look.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Commander on deck.
ADAMA: As you were.
The first wave of Cylons will be on us
in three minutes.
Notify the Strike 1 Vipers...
that they can stop running
and blast those bastards to hell.
DUALLA: Yes, sir.
PILOT 1: Attacking Cylon fighters.
PILOT 2: Target acquired, tone and lock.
[Climactic instrumental music]
Oh, no, don't do this, Lee.
The conveyor tunnel's clear.
I'm going through it.
You're out of your fracking mind, Apollo.
What's going on?
GAETA: Captain Apollo's flying
into the conveyor tunnel...
hoping it will lead him to the refinery.
BALTAR: Has he gone raving mad?
There's no way to ensure
it does anything of the kind.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
Come on, keep it together, Lee.
Oh, lords.
[Apollo grunts]
[Thunderous roaring]
APOLLO: Okay, I'm through the tunnel.
They can't get a firing solution on me.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
APOLLO: There you are.
[Chanting] Okay. I've got you. I've got you.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
[Exclaims in disbelie]
Galactica, Apollo.
APOLLO: [On radio] Mission accomplished.
Yes.
[Starbuck whoops]
[All cheering excitedly]
[Pounding instrumental music]
You can tell Dr. Baltar
he was right on the money.
It's one hell of a fireworks show.
And there's plenty more for us
back in the canyon...
once this place is history.
[Cheering continues]
GAETA: Congratulations, Doctor, it worked.
It did.
[Heroic instrumental music]
It worked.
I'm sorry, Madam President, I'm sorry.
No need to apologise.
Thanks to you, we have enough fuel
to last us a few years.
[Both chuckling in relie]
DUALLA: Commander, Strike 1 reports
inbound Cylons are bugging out.
Request permission to go after them, sir.
- Tell our people to pursue and destroy them.
- Affirmative.
Strike 1, tear them up.
[Heroic music]
[All cheering]
STARBUCK: Apollo,