now.
Wait a minute. I saw her on my lap.
I saw her blood spill on my lap.
Let's move, mister.
[Dramatic instrumental music]
- What the hell is going on?
- I don't know. We'll figure it out later.
Jump complete, sir.
Dradis reports nothing but hash.
Just as we expected. Can't see a thing.
We are now within launch range
of the Cylon base.
OFFICER 1: [On radio] ... Constellation
jump complete on station, point Deacon.
Initiate search pattern, Delta.
OFFICER 2: [On radio] Ore flight Bravo.
Delta, Wilco.
OFFICER 3: Ore flight Nebula,
Delta initiated.
The ball's in play.
You can bet they heard that.
Now they'll try to locate the decoys.
And when they do?
If they take the bait, all hell breaks loose.
- Until then?
- We wait.
BOOMER: Galactica, Boomer.
Tally, 90 plus, headed Deacon.
[On radio] Speed, 250.
[Ships whizzing]
APOLLO: [On radio] The Cylons have seen
the freighter. They're en route to intercept it.
They took the bait.
- Mr. Gaeta, launch Strike Force 1.
- Aye, sir.
D, launch strike force one.
Attention. Pilots, man your planes.
[On PA system] Pilots, man your planes.
[Alarm sounding]
[Tense instrumental music]
- How hard did they bite?
- Boomer's report said 90 plus.
They've launched most of their fighter force.
[Tense instrumental music]
LAUNCH OFFICER: Give them hell, sir.
Firing.
[Gripping instrumental music]
Attack forces away.
I just hope that Lee can...
Lee isn't the problem.
You should take a good look at yourself.
I had to go through the same transition.
When you're in the cockpit,
you're in control.
It's hard to give it up.
It would just be a lot easier
if I was flying with them.
All you can do now is wait,
and hope you didn't make any mistakes.
I never wanted this kind of responsibility.
The Cylons never asked us what we wanted.
Welcome to the big leagues.
[Sober instrumental music]
CRASHDOWN: [On radio] Galactica,
Crashdown.
Tally, 50 plus on an intercept course.
Repeat. 50 plus inbound.
What's that mean?
It means that a Cylon patrol
spotted our attack force.
The base sent out
50 more Raiders to intercept.
Fifty Raiders?
That means we're outnumbered now 5-to-1?
Weren't the decoys
supposed to take care of that?
- The Cylons were too smart for that.
- Frack.
Estimated time to strike intercept, 2 minutes.
[Tense instrumental music]
FIREBALL: Fireball...
multiple bandits, left 10 high, range 40.
Weapons free. Committing.
[Weapons firing]
Hot Dog, visual tally, press.
Hot Dog, break right.
[Explosions]
[Firing continues]
Fireball, your six.
[Alarm beeping]
I'm hit. Man eject.
FIREBALL: [On radio] Stop!
BUZZER: Deadbolt, Spinner.
Two bandits closing your right side.
SPINNER: No joy!
[Loud explosion]
[Spinner screaming]
[Ship whizzing]
HOT DOG: [On radio] Galactica, Hot Dog.
Heavily engaged. Mission outcome doubtful.
- This sounds fracking awful.
- They're getting cut to pieces out there.
BUZZER: Get out of there! Move!
BUZZER: [On radio] Deadbolt,
right vertical, now!
DEADBOLT: Diamond, get a shot.
Get him off me.
Mr. Gaeta, abort Strike 1.
DUALLA: Strike One, Galactica.
Return to base.
Repeat. Abort your mission,
and return to base.
[Tense instrumental music]
STUBB: [On radio] Galactica, Stubb.
Cylon strike force is turning away
from Deacon and inbound to Galactica.
OPERATOR: Noting Raiders inbound.
The Cylons heard our transmission recall,
didn't they?
Does that mean the first wave of Raiders...
is ignoring the decoys,
and is coming after us?
That's exactly what it means.
[Tense instrumental music intensifies]
BALTAR: So, when are we going to launch
the reserve Vipers to defend Galactica?
There are no reserve Vipers.
Everything is on the board already.
Now we