you're with us.
- God's got nothing to do with this.
Boomer, Galactica.
Your orders are to jam
all transmitions from the Olympic Carrier.
No further voice contact is authorized.
Roger that, Galactica.
Boomer, Galactica.
Orders are to send to the Olympic Carrier
the following message by signal light :
Message begins, "Maintain present position.
Do not, repeat, do not approach
the fleet, until further notice."
Message ends.
I'm getting a bad feeling
about where this is headed.
So am I.
If the ship poses a threat to us
we have to eliminate that threat.
- I don't think they got the message, Apollo.
- Yeah, I see it.
Boomer, break wireless silence on my authority.
Warn them to stop
their engines immediately.
I suggest that we evacuate the
passengers, and destroy the ship.
That solves the problem if they're tracking the ship.
What if they're tracking one of the passengers ?
Olympic Carrier,
Olympic Carrier.
you are ordered to stop your
engines immediately. Acknowledge.
- Apollo, they're not responding.
- Are you using the same channel ?
Yeah, but suddenly
nobody's home.
Starbuck, fire a burst across their bow.
Copy that.
Boomer ?  Let Galactica know
we have a problem out here.
Commander.
message from Boomer.
The Olympic Carrier is heading directly for
us, sir. They're refusing all orders to stop.
Galactica. They're still not responding
and continue to head towards the fleet.
Request instructions.
Order the fleet to
execute jump 240.
Get us between
that ship and the fleet.
Commander. Dradis contact.
Strike that, multiple dradis contacts !
It's the Cylons.
Cylons on intercept course.
They'll be in weapons range, within...
Two minutes.
Radiological alarm !
- Radiological alarm !
- From where?
The Olympic Carrier, sir.
They've got nukes onboard.
Madam President.
We have to eliminate the
Olympic Carrier immediately !
There are 1300 people on that ship.
We don't know that.
Cylons may have
captured them already.
She's not gonna do it.
- She has to do it.
- It's not her decision, Gaius.
No ?
It's God's choice.
He wants you to repent.
Look, at this point, there's no choice.
It's either them or us.
Repent of your sins.
Accept this true love,
and you will be saved.
I repent....
then I repent.
I....repent.
Do it !
We have new orders.
We are directed to...
destroy the Olympic Carrier
... and return to Galactica.
It's a civilian ship.
Yeah, a civilian ship with nukes.
I don't see anybody in there, do you?
The Cylons will be here any second.
If we're gonna do this, then just do it.
Starbuck.
form up with me.
We'll make one pass from astern.
Lee, what if you're wrong?
Lee, come on...
Lee ?!
Ok, fire on my mark.
No frackin' way, Lee.
Lee !
COME ON !
Mark.
Are you alive ?
Agathon, Carl C. Lieutenant Junior Grade,
Colonial Fleet, P.K.--
- 789934...
I know who you are, Helo.
It's alright, I'm a friend.
Sharon ?
What are you doing here ?!
Can you walk ?
Yeah, yeah yeah, I think so.
- What are you doing here? I thought...
- Just move, mister.
Sir.
Son.
I gave the order.
It was my responsibility
I pulled the trigger.
That's mine.
Madam President.
Madam President.
I'm sorry.
Were you saying something?
24 hours and no Cylons.
At least you know it
was the right choice.
The right choice ?
I'm sorry...
- Billy, I think I'd like some time alone, please.
- Of course
What is it ?
Update on the head count.
Substract how many ?
Actually you can add one.
A baby was born this
morning on the Rising Star.
A boy.
- A baby ?
- Yep.
Thank you.
Sync'/ Timecoding : Aspirant Nemo
Subtitles : The Cole, Aspirant Nйmo
Second Reading and Corrections,
thanks to the "33" transcript by :
Headgehog.
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