- Seriously...
GAETA: Sir.
...it's one thing to push a crew,
it's another to break them.
[Loud beeping]
Dradis contact.
Bearing 348, carom 120, one ship.
Getting recognition signal.
MAN: Initiating response flash mode.
Alpha, alpha.
It's the Olympic Carrier, sir.
ADAMA: Is that confirmed?
DUALLA: It's confirmed, sir.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
Thank the gods.
[Suspenseful instrumental music continues]
Action stations.
[Suspenseful instrumental music intensifies]
Put the fleet into Condition One.
I want all Vipers manned and ready,
but keep them in the tubes.
TIGH: Mr. Gaeta.
GAETA: Sir?
Restart the clock. Thirty-three minutes.
[Electronic beeping]
- Hope you're wrong.
- So do I.
GAETA: Clock is running.
ADAMA: So do I.
[Beeping]
No. It's all wrong.
If they were left behind,
why didn't the Cylons destroy them?
And why are they showing up now?
It's God's punishment for your lack of faith.
That's just great, that is.
A more logical and useful explanation,
please.
All right.
The Olympic Carrier has been infiltrated
by Cylon agents.
[Ominous instrumental music]
They've been tracking the ship all along.
No.
Then that means...
Logically, in order for you to survive...
the Olympic Carrier should be destroyed.
BOOMER: Olympic Carrier...
this is Raptor 478, call sign Boomer.
I have you in visual contact.
Please respond to this channel. Over.
MAN: Raptor 478, this is the Olympic Carrier.
We have you in visual contact.
Thank the Lords of Kobol. You don't know
how relieved we are to see you.
BOOMER: Roger that, Olympic Carrier.
Can I ask about your whereabouts?
MAN: We had trouble with our FTL drive.
Took us almost three hours to fix.
ADAMA: Have Boomer ask them
how they escaped the Cylons.
BOOMER: Olympic Carrier, Boomer.
I've been directed to ask how you escaped
from the Cylons.
MAN: They were closing in on us
when the rest of you were jumping.
I thought we were goners,
then they just broke off.
Someone must've been watching out for us.
BOOMER: Roger that.
MAN: One other thing, Boomer.
I've got a Dr. Amarak on board...
who has an urgent matter to discuss
with the President.
- He's been driving me crazy.
- Can you be more specific?
MAN: I can't. He says he knows
something about a traitor in our midst...
and he's unwilling to share more than that.
Madam President, I strongly recommend...
that we cut off all wireless communication
with that ship right away.
Why?
Look, forgive me for being rude,
but wake up, all right?
The Olympic Carrier is still flying
because the Cylons let them survive.
They've been tracking that ship all along.
- There's probably a Cylon agent aboard now!
- Calm down.
Start over.
Please, Madam President, I implore you.
Listen to me.
Cut off radio communication with that ship...
before they send via broadcast signal
another computer virus...
to affect our ship
shortly before they blow us all up.
Commander Adama, are you on the line?
Cut off the speakers.
Put her through on the line.
ADAMA: Yes, Madam President.
And I'm inclined to agree with Dr. Baltar.
Good. So do I.
Thank the gods you're with us.
God's got nothing to do with this.
[Tense instrumental music]
[Beeping]
DUALLA: Boomer, Galactica.
Your orders are to jam all transmissions
from the Olympic Carrier.
No further voice contact is authorised.
Roger that, Galactica.
DUALLA: Boomer, Galactica.
Orders are to send the Olympic Carrier
the following message by signal light.
Message begins: Maintain present position.
DUALLA: Do not, repeat, do not approach
the fleet until further notice.
Message ends.
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