BALTAR: Isn't this a coincidence.
BALTAR: So, how are you doing?
GAETA: I'm...
BALTAR: You're busy. Yes, I know.
BALTAR: I don't mean to distract you.
Please, don't let me interrupt you.
[Baltar whistling]
BALTAR: You still there?
GAETA: Yup.
BALTAR: I know this is an awkward time.
But it occurred to me I haven't told you...
how invaluable your assistance
has been over the past few weeks.
Thank you, Doctor. You have no idea
how much that means to me.
BALTAR: Not at all.
BALTAR: So, how's it going over there?
BALTAR: In the lab, that is?
I'm talking about the photograph.
GAETA: Right. It's coming along.
BALTAR: Great.
GAETA: Quickly, actually.
A few more hours to go.
BALTAR: Has it ever occurred to you
that the photograph...
disk itself could be a fake?
I've already authenticated the disk.
BALTAR: Obviously, you're good.
But there are many ways around security.
If I could join you in the lab for just
two minutes of your time, I could show you.
I really don't think that's possible.
Listen to me, nobody would need to know.
It would just be you and me.
GAETA: I know.
For God's sake, my life is on the line.
My reputation is at stake.
GAETA: So is mine, Doctor. I really...
BALTAR: [Shushing] Someone's coming.
[Door closing]
[Toilet flushing]
BALTAR: Wait, Gaeta!
You forgot to wash your hands!
NO. 6: What the hell...
BALTAR: I want answers, now!
BALTAR: I'm not interested
in playing any more of your games!
NO. 6: Have you lost your mind?
BALTAR: That's an interesting question...
one I pose to myself on a regular basis.
BALTAR: Who's really in the photograph?
NO. 6: You are!
I didn't plant any bomb, anywhere,
at any time, and you know that.
I don't know anything of this sort.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
All right. Let's entertain the notion,
just for a moment...
that you are not the woman
that I see everywhere.
You are not Shelly Godfrey, either.
You're a fake. You're just a copy.
Another Cylon copy.
Get out.
BALTAR: Struck a nerve, have I?
Which I find rather impossible to believe!
You think this is over? This is not over!
You have not heard the last.
No more "Mr. Nice Gaius"!
Women.
[Machine whirring]
TYROL: Stupid. Unbelievable.
TYROL: Bucket!
BOOMER: Not a good time?
No, it's fine.
Guess you're having problems?
TYROL: I can't get this thing to work.
I've been over it and over it, and nothing.
I have no idea how Starbuck
got this thing to move.
TYROL: Much less fly.
BOOMER: It's not really a thing, you know.
It's probably a Cylon itself.
[Suspenseful instrumental music]
BOOMER: More of an animal maybe,
than the human models.
BOOMER: Maybe they genetically design it
to perform a task.
BOOMER: To be a fighter.
Can't treat it like a thing
and expect it to respond.
You have to treat it like a pet.
But, at least, that's my guess.
- Your guess?
- Yeah, that's right. My guess.
BOOMER: Something else you want to say?
TYROL: No.
Lieutenant. I heard you were supposed to be
up on your feet by now.
STARBUCK: You heard wrong.
I figured you wouldn't bounce back so fast.
Is there something you wanted,
or did you just drop by to torment me, sir?
The Chief wanted me
to kick your ass out of bed...
so you could help figure out
that Raider of yours.
But, clearly, you still need the rest.
Take your time. No rush.
Do you actually think that reverse
psychology crap is going to work on me?
I really don't care what you think.
All I know is that every day
you spend in that bed...
is another day that I have
my opinion of you confirmed. As you were.
And I am convinced, in fact,
that she is a Cylon agent.
In my opinion, she should be locked up
before she can do any more damage.
[Tense instrumental music]
Where are you?
BALTAR: You're having a little fun?
Do you enjoy messing around with my life?
ADAMA: Do you have any evidence
to support this charge?
Work on the Cylon detector
is nearly complete with a few tweaks.
I'll