It won't.
[Solemn instrumental music]
DORAL: We've searched every street,
every building.
They slipped through. How's that possible?
She thinks she loves him.
Now that she can't live without him.
Her passion is making her more resourceful.
- Bothers you, doesn't it?
- We'll get them in the end.
No, it bothers you
that you've never experienced it.
[Chuckling]
You saw the way Helo was
when we took her away?
He was pathetic.
I can't help wondering what it would be like
to feel that intensely.
Even in his anguish, he seemed so alive.
[lntense instrumental music]
Green. Green, everyone.
Mrs. Tigh is definitely human.
- No hard feelings, I hope, Ellen.
- I completely understand.
But let's be sure and test you next.
- Doctor?
- My pleasure. My job.
You don't want to frak with me, Bill.
Try to remember that.
Don't frak with me either, Ellen.
If only they knew
that everyone passes these days.
Why, it's so much simpler that way.
No muss, no fuss.
What did her test really say?
I'll never tell.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
[Theme music]NARRATOR: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
COTTLE: Your doctor back on Caprica
was right.
It's too damn late to operate,
the cancer is too far advanced.
Have you ever heard of Chamalla extract?
It means that you're still acting
like you're everyone's best friend.
We're not friends, you're the CAG.
The Chief wanted me
to kick your ass out of bed.
But, clearly, you still need the rest.
Take your time. No rush.
I need new pilots.
And I want you to train them.
I can do that.
They slipped through. How's that possible?
NO. 6: She thinks she loves him.
Now that she can't live without him.
- Bothers you, doesn't it?
- We'll get them in the end.
I can assure you that fuel shortage
is our number one priority.
Galactica has ships
scouring the nearby star systems...
and we can anticipate
that they will soon find tylium.
Hamilton?
Madam President,
tylium ore is extremely rare.
If we don't find any,
how long before the fleet runs out of fuel?
That all depends on how well we conserve.
Isn't it a fact, Ma'am President, that we
only have enough for two more jumps?
Yes. That is correct.
Do we have a contingency plan
if we run out of tylium?
[Reporters murmuring questioningly]
[lntense instrumental music]
We would...
If that were to happen...
we would use our last fuel...
to jump to the nearest planetary system.
And pray we're lucky enough
to find a habitable planet.
Madam President, without fuel to take
even the most basic evasive manoeuvres...
No...
REPORTER 1:wouldn't we be like ducks
in a Cylon shooting gallery?
Yes, we would.
[Snake hissing fiercely]
ROSLIN: I'm...
I'm sorry.
That is all for now.
[lntense instrumental music intensifies]
[Reporters murmuring quizzically]
REPORTER 2: She did not do this.
CRASHDOWN: [On radio]
Commencing sweep 87 of asteroid field.
BOOMER: Any luck?
[Sighing] How many times are you gonna
ask me that, Boomer?
Well, until you find some tylium ore.
Don't you want to be a hero
to Ensign Davis?
[Exclaims in exasperation]
You haven't noticed how
she always sits next to you in the mess?
[Mimicking Davis] "How's it going, Crash?
You look so cute."
Damn it. There's so much debris
in this system, the dradis is useless.
This is going to take 100 years.
BOOMER: I heard about how you found
water, how you saved the whole place...
[Computer beeping]
[Exclaiming incredulously]
Jackpot, Boomer. That asteroid dead ahead
is a mountain of tylium.
[Exclaiming excitedly]
CRASHDOWN: Check it.
Thank the Gods! We're heroes. Yeah.
"We're heroes." It never fails.
Great, the second that I score,
the bus driver jumps in and takes the credit.
- Okay, so who's the one that we suggest...
- What?
Cylons.
[Tense instrumental music]
The rock's crawling with them.
We are well and truly fracked.
Only tylium within 12 light years
and we've