the only two people
left in the world.
Good news is my leg's much better...
and we've got anti-radiation meds
to last three months.
HELO: I say we load up
as much food as we can and...
BOOMER: Move out.
Try to find a Raptor or a transport
or something we can fly off Caprica.
Unless you can think of a reason to stay.
Not really looking forward
to going back out there.
HELO: I've almost started to think
of this place as...
HELO: home.
BOOMER: Home.
No, sleep a little longer.
Who knows when we'll find
clean sheets again.
I'm going to go topside
and make some breakfast.
Breakfast.
[Helo whistling a tune]
[Glass shattering]
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
[Heavy footsteps approaching]
[Gun cocking]
[Suspenseful instrumental music continues]
Hey, is breakfast ready?
HELO: Get out of here! Go!
[Rapid gunshots firing]
Lords, it's Kara Thrace.
I'm running a little low on O2
and I could use a lucky break.
You know? Okay, just thought I'd mention it.
[Tense instrumental music]
[Starbuck laughs dryly]
Not bad shooting, if I do say so myself.
Lords, I owe you one.
Looks like I found my ride out of here.
If I can fix you up.
[Alarm blaring]
Galactica, Apollo. Bingo fuel.
DUALLA: Roger, Apollo. Return to base.
APOLLO: Can't you tank me in orbit?
DUALLA: Negative, Apollo.
The tankers are refilling.
You'll be dry before they can launch.
ADAMA: Are these figures correct?
GAETA: Yes, sir.
GAETA: Atmospheric ops mean Viper
and Raptor engines run continuously.
Fuel's going to be a real problem
if we keep it up.
ADAMA: Any report from the civilian ships?
TIGH: Nothing. They're spread pretty far out.
We'll have a hell of a time trying
to cover them if the Cylons pop in.
We should consider pulling the civvies
into a defensible formation.
No. Keep all the ships on the search.
We've left enough people behind.
I don't wanna leave Starbuck behind.
- Committing the entire fleet to this...
- I said no!
We are going to find our missing pilot
and we're going to bring her home.
We leave no one behind.
Resume your duties.
[Tense instrumental music]
HELO: Sharon?
HELO: Sharon, where are you?
[Tense instrumental music continues]
Damn it, Sharon, where are you?
Sharon!
Frack me.
Are you alive?
[Gasping]
What the hell happened this time, Captain?
I hit the roll thrusters to level off
for set down but only the left one fired.
It's that crap you're flying into down there.
Gums everything up.
Get me another Viper.
TYROL: Love to, but this is 13 Vipers
that are down, plus your Mark VII. I'm out.
I've got a pilot down
and I need another Viper now.
I realise that, Captain.
But you can push people a lot further
than machines.
I'm the CAG, you're the Chief.
Just make it happen.
Commander, the clock has passed
five hours, sir, for Starbuck's O2 supply.
Noted.
GAETA: Here's the photo mosaic
for the area we searched so far.
We've got to do better than this.
Can't see far
when you're hugging the ground.
You can't see anything from altitude.
Not to mention the crap in the air
that keeps screwing up our ships.
APOLLO: Thirteen Vipers down for repairs.
ADAMA: We need more eyes.
TIGH: Where we going to get them?
APOLLO: Pull the CAP.
TIGH: What?
Redeploy the Combat Air Patrol
to the search.
Bad idea. The CAP is the fleet's only defence.
If all Vipers are fracking around
on the moon...
when the Cylons come calling,
we're maggot meat.
Then bring the fleet closer to the moon.
We can always scramble the Vipers
from the search to meet any attack.
Bottom line: we can double the area
we can search in the time we have left.
Starbuck would be the first one to tell you
not to do this.
Nothing would make you happier, would it?
Leave her behind.
Get rid of the foul-mouthed insubordinate
pilot that keeps challenging your authority.
You are way out of line. I'm not the one
confusing personal feelings with