TYROL: Yeah.
Sir, if I may...
suggest that we take cover on the ground...
maybe somewhere
we won't be seen from the air?
Okay, yeah. Chief, that's...
Carry on, Chief.
Launch the nuke and prepare to jump.
[Tense instrumental music]
Frack.
What?
The bomb release is jammed. I can't free it.
[Alarm beeping]
We can dock inside the ship.
- Excuse me?
- They think we're Cylons. They'll let us dock.
We can release the bomb manually
and drop the nuke inside the ship itself.
- It'll work. I know it.
- Oh, my gods.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
[Racetrack sighing in fear]
TYROL: Petard, Felix?
TYROL: Wanna give me a hand here, please?
FELIX: Yes, sir.
TYROL: Cally, how's he doing?
CALLY: Not good, sir.
TYROL: Get a blanket on him.
Keep him warm.
NO. 6: How are you?
[Solemn instrumental music]
BALTAR: Alive.
You saved me.
You saved my life.
- Care to return the favour?
- Are you in need of saving?
You wondered why you were chosen?
Why God chose you above all other humans
to survive and serve His purpose?
Now is the time to find out why.
[Solemn instrumental music continues]
[Guns cocking]
[Tense instrumental music]
Lords of Kobol, hear our prayer.
Bring us out of the darkness
and into the light.
Give us the strength to show mercy
to those who are merciless...
The President says she will not yield.
...hearts that they may find peace...
The President says she will not yield.
So be it.
[Whispering] Come on, D,
tell me he's not actually gonna do this.
[Whispering] Tell me she's not gonna
make him do it.
Redeem our hearts that they may find peace
in the midst of war.
[Loud banging]
[Whispering] What's going on?
They're in.
ROSLIN: Quickly.
[Tense instrumental music continues]
Billy?
Billy?
Sir, they're in.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Solemn instrumental music]
Pretty, isn't it?
[Starbuck groans]
Hello, Lieutenant.
Something I can help you with?
[lntense instrumental music]
[Eerie instrumental music]
I'm setting her down.
[Rumbling]
Open the hatch.
BOOMER: I'll release the bomb.
BOOMER: Keep the engines ready for takeoff
the second I get back.
- Yes, sir.
- Close the hatch after me.
- lf I'm not back in five minutes, just go.
- You got it.
[Hatch door opening]
[Hatch door closing]
[Ominous instrumental music]
[Breathing heavily]
BOOMER: Oh, my God.
[Tense instrumental music]
NO. 6: Welcome back to Caprica, Lieutenant.
Like what we've done with the place?
[lntense instrumental music]
[Starbuck grunting]
[Starbuck exclaiming in pain]
[lntense instrumental music continues]
[Beeping]
BOOMER 2: Sharon.
[Chilling instrumental music]
RACETRACK: What the frack are you doing?
Where are you going?
Son of a bitch.
[Panting] Okay, okay.
ALL: Sharon.
[Climactic instrumental music]
This isn't happening.
Come on, Starbuck.
[Starbuck grunting]
[Gripping instrumental music]
Got anything left?
[Starbuck exclaiming in pain]
[Starbuck screams maniacally]
Starbuck?
Madam President,
no one needs to get hurt here.
Then why don't you get off my ship,
Colonel?
I'm placing you under arrest.
- No. We're not doing this.
- I'm in command here, Captain.
- Colonel, this is wrong.
- You're relieved. Fall back.
Madam President, I wish to...
APOLLO: Men, lay down your weapons.
TIGH: Have you lost your fracking mind?
Colonel, tell these Marines to fall back.
[Tense instrumental music]
TIGH: This is mutiny. You know that.
APOLLO: Yes, I do.
APOLLO: But you can tell my father
I'm listening to my instincts.
And my instincts tell me
we cannot sacrifice our democracy...
just because the President
makes a bad decision.
Put your guns down.
- Madam President, stand back.
- Put your gun down, Captain.
I will not have bloodshed,
neither your men nor my people...
on the Colonial One.
Put your gun down. All of you.
Please, put your gun down.
TIGH: Let's go.
MARINE: Let's go, Captain.
Let's go.
[Chilling