02x13 - Epiphanies

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Previously on Battlestar Galactica.

Citizens.

I give you your new Vice President, Dr. Gaius Baltar.

You're the father of my child.

And nothing is ever gonna change that.

I know a place where you can stay, where you will be safe.

How much time do I have?

Weeks.

A month at the outside.

Unless the cancer goes to your brain.

That happens, you...

I'm afraid the tests are positive.

The mass is malignant.

It's advanced well beyond the left breast.

I'm afraid...

Mass...

It's advanced well beyond the left breast...

Roslin...

The surgery, of course, to remove the mass...

Secretary Roslin?

Yes?

Naylin Stans from the Education Alliance.

You said you wanted to talk?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Mr. Stans...

I have to admit, I was surprised to get your message.

The president was surprised I sent it.

Once our chief negotiator got a billy club to the head, we figured Adar's government had written us off as a lost cause.

I was a teacher long before I was Secretary of Education, and causes are only lost when we give up.

Madame President?

Can you hear me?

Let's make her as comfortable as we can.

Oh, gods...

Starbuck zero four niner... CAP is away.

Galactica, roger that.

Zero four niner.

Safe flight.

Safe and 20 frakkin' minutes late.

Did you have a rough night, Starbuck?

You're way out of line.

Just follow my lead and save the attitude for someone who cares.

Kat six seven zero... roger that.

Request permission to clear g*ns.

Roger that, Kat.

Clear your throat.

Damn it!

Weapons malfunction!

Weapons malfunction!

Galactica!

Kat, you good?

I'm good, I'm good.

What the hell just happened?

Your wing g*n's out.

Just keep it steady, we're going home.

Galactica, this is Starbuck. I'm declaring an emergency.

We've got two bent birds.

Requesting priority clearance to land.

Starbuck, Galactica. Flight deck is yours.

Why don't you just sh**t us in the locker room, Chief?

Save the wear and tear on the ships.

Kat's g*ns are clean, I checked 'em myself.

Yeah, well I don't believe in accidents.

Chief.

Something's not right.

The weight's off, it's too light.

I found three more just like it.

Mixed in with the regular rounds.

Casing's been weakened.

Falls apart in the barrel.

Next one hits it...

Bang, she's lucky she didn't lose her whole wing.

One bad round's a fluke.

More than one, sabotage.

Pull 'em all!

How's the president doing, doc?

She's dying... and she knows it.

I offered her a sh*t of morpha to ease the pain, but... she wouldn't hear of it.

Tests are positive.

Mr. President...

The t*rrorists...

Mr. President, we should at least speak with the strikers before sending in the troops.

They're teachers, not t*rrorists.

They're acting like thugs.

They're last demonstration put two policemen in the hospital.

Six of them have chained themselves outside the Hall of Education.

As far as I'm concerned, they're criminals.

Their pay is substandard, their schools are falling apart, and the strike action has been gaining momentum for months, and you know that.

I don't understand why we're not at least talking to them.

One of the most interesting things about being president is that you don't have to explain yourself... to anyone.

You've already set a meeting with Stans, haven't you?

Obviously, only if you approve, Mr. President.

She's really not in a fit state to do anything... let alone conduct any government business.

Don't talk about me as if I'm not here.

There'll be plenty of time for that soon enough.

Billy, could you...

Gentlemen, I called you here to discuss the Cylon.

Dr. Cottle... would you please tell them what you told me this morning?

I'm no expert in genetics, but I can read a blood test.

That Cylon fetus is showing some very peculiar genetic abnormalities.

I haven't seen any of this on yourreport, Doctor.

No, um.

Well, as Dr. Cottle says, he's... he's not an expert, and I am.

Um, I've been through the tests and I-I wouldn't say that there was anything conclusive.

Didn't say conclusive, just damned odd.

Right.

Madame President.

As you know, the Sharon Cylon is of considerable tactical value to the fleet.

Perhaps you've gotten too close to your subject, Doctor.

This is difficult, so I'm going to cut right to it.

Allowing this thing to be born could have frightening consequences.

For the security of this fleet, I believe the Cylon pregnancy must be terminated before it is too late.

Madame President, I'd like...

I thought you of all people would understand, Admiral.

Madame President.

I don't understand, this makes no sense.

One of the interesting things about being president is you don't have to explain yourself to anyone.

Thank you, gentlemen, I'm-I'm a little tired.

Gentlemen.

I don't want to seem alarmist, um, but I am perturbed.

I think that the, uh, the president's illness is affecting her judgment.

Especially when it comes to the subject...

She seemed reasonably coherent to me.

Well, then I'll have to appeal to you on scientific grounds.

Destroying this child would seriously impact my studies of the Cylon sub-species.

The president made the call and I'm backing her.

Look, with all due respect, the president made the call based on evidence presented by Dr. Cottle, and he's medicine's...

Pull yourself together.

You're about to become president of the colonies.

You're going to be asked to make some very hard decisions.

Act like you can handle it.

Gods...

Uh...

Where have you been?

Where have Ibeen?

I never left you, Gaius.

Oh, right, yeah, um.

Yeah, metaphorically speaking.

It's just that it was weeks ago, and I, uh...

I'm sure you've suffered mightily in my absence.

You know, jealousy is a really ugly emotion.

What is this lingering controversy over my affair with your three-dimensional duplicate.

I'm not jealous, I'm concerned.

Oh yeah, concerned, about what?

Our child!

Oh... now you're concerned?

Well, for your information, the president wants to k*ll it.

Once Roslin's gone, you'llbe president.

You can use your new authority to save our child.

Oh, like that's gonna...

Did you see the way Adama looked at me?

The contempt on his face?

I will be the president, all right, but without the m*llitary support, I might as well be an anointed dog catcher.

Yes, well, you have your own resources if you'd use them.

What, you don't know what I mean?

No, I don't know what you mean.

The nuclear device.

The one Adama provided for your research.

There is one way.

I didn't want to have to ask you for this.

I didn't want to have to ask you for this.

But what I really need...

But what I really need to complete the project...

Is a nuclear warhead.

Is a nuclear... warhead.

You're totally insane.

I'm trying to help you, you idiot.

If Adama remains committed to the destruction of our child, it may be our only hope.

There's no easy way to say this.

It's about the Cylon.

The president has decided that her pregnancy will be terminated.

What?

Why?

Doc Cottle discovered some anomalies in the fetal blood work.

Isn't that expected?

Maybe.

But the president believes that to allow the baby to come to full term constitutes an unacceptable risk to the fleet.

I don't understand.

Sharon's only helped us since she came back from Caprica.

She even turned on her own.

To save her life.

Don't mistake the will the live for genuine conversion, Lieutenant.

She's still the enemy.

Does she know?

Not yet.

Then I should be the one to tell her.

If that's all, sir.

Helo.

I don't expect you to agree to the decision.

But I need you to accept it.

We're talking about my child, sir.

Part of me.

But I guess it's easier to k*ll when you call it a Cylon.

Dismissed.

So you're saying someone's been tampering with our amm*nit*on.

Shells don't unload themselves.

What's this I hear about you ordering both Galactica and Pegasus fighters to stand down?

Price you pay for reinstating me as CAG, sir.

Maybe that was a mistake.

Maybe I don't give a damn what you think, sir.

Take it easy, both of you.

Fact is, we've been sharing stories between the ships.

And nobody flies combat until our a*mo supplies check out.

Leaving us defenseless if the Cylons decide to pick a fight.

We were defenseless before this, we just didn't know about it.

Lee, find out who did this.

All right.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Asha Janik.

Let's do this quietly.

Asha Janik?

Captain Adama.

I have a message for your father.

They may take me! Okay, stop her!

But I am one of many!

We have declared w*r against Galactica's armies of death!

The Cylons aren't our true enemy!

It's the m*llitary that refuses to negotiate!

All we want is peace!

Demand peace!

Demand peace!

So much for being discreet, huh?

We found these pamphlets in Janik's quarters.

Some kind of a manifesto.

Demand peace from the Cylons?

Who the hell are these people?

Cylon sympathizers.

Just had no idea they were this organized.

I want to know how she got aboard my ship.

The hangar deck's short-staffed.

We've been forced to import civilians to handle some of the grunt work.

Apparently she's, um, she's a Picon, worked maintenance on the Greenleaf, no known criminal affiliations.

Huh, until now, now listen to this:

"Do not be afraid, we are not t*rrorists, "but we will not sit back while Adama's w*r machine continues to press us into cruel and futile conflict."

Gods damn it.

"Our demonstrations worked.

News is already spreading across the fleet."

I know.

We were contacted by a person claiming to speak for the subversives demanding a meeting on the Galactica.

They've got stones, I'll give them that.

Well, I've agreed.

What?

We're not negotiating.

I just want to know what we're up against.

Are you all right, Madame Secretary?

Considering the stakes, you don't seem particularly engaged.

The stakes are what we decide to make them, Mr. Stans.

If the president uses troops to enforce us back to work order, people will get hurt.

Even die.

Some causes are worth dying for.

Not this one.

The mass is malignant.

Doctor.

Admiral, I am Royan Jahee.

You have a unique way of welcoming visitors to your ship.

Visitor, my ass.

We sh**t people like you for treason.

Colonel, I'm only an interested party trying to prevent more bloodshed.

I deplore what happened aboard your Vipers.

How many sympathizers do we have aboard this fleet?

If you're trying to crush an organization, you can stop now.

The people in this movement are following an idea, not a leader.

What the hell do they want?

Peace... with the Cylon.

You want us to surrender?

They att*cked us.

Only after we'd enslaved them!

You call yourselves m*llitary men, strategists.

Explain to me how our current course of att*ck and retreat leads to victory?

You can play innocent bystander, but I think you know more than you're telling us.

Either way, you're a danger to this fleet.

Admiral, arresting me isn't going to stop any of this.

Maybe not.

But it's a start.

Take him away.

All right, get your rubber gloves on.

This is everything from the Janik woman's quarters.

Somehow the admiral thinks looking through this crap's gonna tell us something new about their so-called movement.

So, um... haven't seen much of you since your space walk.

Hold it, what is this?

What's a deckhand need with a portable library reader?

It's a schematic to an FTL drive.

The Daru Mozu.

A Tylium refinery.

And Janik's used to expl*sives.

This is the CAG.

Get me a tag team ready, right now.

I don't understand, why are they doing this now?

I don't know.

The Admiral said they found something in the baby's blood.

Somehow, President Roslin considers it a thr*at to the fleet.

It can't just be that.

I've done nothing but help them since I've come here.

I've held back my anger.

I've tried to show them that Cylons are not all the same.

That we're not all murderers.

Deep down, I think they're still afraid of you.

Yeah... afraid.

They wanna be afraid of something?

Yeah?

Just let them come!

Let 'em!

Let them try to take my baby!

Ahhh!

Just let them try to take my baby!

Sharon, stop!

Ahh!

Sharon, please don't do this!

Please!

Ahhh!

Listen to me, listen to me!

Listen to me.

Ahh!

When we land, move fast.

We're looking for expl*sive devices set near the Daru's FTL drive.

Captain, I'm getting something on the wireless I think it's coming from the Daru Mozu.

None of us want to die, but the fighting must end.

If my sacrifice sends a signal to the Cylon that brings peace, then it was worth it.

I do this for my children, and for the children that will follow them.

Gods willing, demand peace, demand peace.

Pull out, pull out!

Pull out, pull out, pull out!

People are dead.

I grieve for them, Admiral.

And I assure you, the Tylium's ship's just a taste of what's in store, unless someone starts listening!

You listen and you listen well.

I don't care if I have to interrogate every civilian on board this fleet.

This is gonna stop.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Mr. Vice President, President Roslin insisted on your taking the tour.

She'd like the transition to go as smoothly as possible.

What are these?

Cylon agent suspects, sir.

That number means everything to her.

Represents hope, that's our future.

Yes, yes.

Being the president is, uh, a lot of responsibility.

It's tradition for outgoing presidents to leave a letter for their successor.

It's usually opened on the first day of the new term, but the next few days are liable to prove... hectic, so...

Well, let's just pray that she gets better.

Let's.

Excuse me.

Mr. Vice President?

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

I understand.

Thank you.

I was told I might meet an old friend here.

It's good to see you, Gaius.

So you've become a member of the peace movement?

Well, despite what you may think, I've always abhorred v*olence.

Would you excuse us?

Please.

Do they have any idea what you are?

Of course not, even their dedication has limits.

I miss you.

You look amazing.

I can't believe...

How real you are.

What're you doing?

I haven't stopped thinking about you since the second I left the Pegasus.

No, no...

I can't get you out of my head.

Don't... do this, not yet.

I can't help myself, I can't.

Gaius.

Ahhh!

I'm sorry.

No, I'm...

I'm sorry.

I'm just... I'm not ready.

So, is there any reason in particular for inviting me around here?

Because you saved me.

Let me save you.

Oh, here we go again.

What are you talking about?

You must sense it.

Gaius, the fleet's crumbling.

People are turning on each other.

There are serious misgivings about the m*llitary.

When you're president, you can use the office to turn them against Adama, paving the way for the Cylons to save us.

I-I would love to be with you always, but...

I know it's hard, but it's the only way.

No.

No.

I am not who you think I am.

And I will not be responsible for the destruction of mankind.

If you would have caught it sooner, maybe we could have done more.

Laura, come in.

I didn't like the way we left things this morning.

Richard, I...

I know.

You've been thinking this is a mistake for a while now.

I just met with Stans.

The Education Alliance is going to back off.

Back off?

Laura, what did you give them?

I made them a promise that we would seriously hear out their grievances, Richard.

I thought you'd be happy they're going back to work.

Laura, you've put me in a very awkward position.

I don't see how.

Both sides gave ground.

It's not just about your teachers.

It's the next strike I'm worried about.

You just showed them that if they hold out long enough, this administration will cave.

You expected me to fail.

I expected you to hold the line.

This doesn't have to be the end of the world.

You can stay on in an advisory capacity.

Gods know we need your ideas.

You're asking me to resign?

I don't have any choice.

This isn't about you and me anymore.

You're right, it's not.

You were willing to att*ck those people and up until a few hours ago, I was prepared to let you.

I am on my way to the Galactica to represent this administration.

When I return, if you still want my job, be prepared to fight.

When I return...

Notify the admiral.

This is Admiral Adama.

As you know, President Roslin has been aboard Galactica for the last few days.

She's a fighter.

But as of this moment, her prognosis is grave.

I know that many of you believe in the power of prayer.

If that is your way, then I urge you to pray for our president.

As for the others, I hope you will join me in keeping her in our thoughts.

Admiral, please don't do this.

Stand down, everyone.

Give me room.

Think about what you're doing Helo.

You're a soldier.

I'm a father, like you.

Please, sir... give me a Raptor, let me take her off the ship.

I'll get her away from the fleet.

I can't do that, son.

Admiral, Admiral!

Doctor, get the hell outta here.

Admiral, I must talk to you concerning the Cylon child.

It seems I may have been... wrong.

Very wrong.

When I said that Dr. Cottle misinterpreted the fetal blood work...

See, I had another look at those samples and I discovered something quite intriguing.

Understand, Cylon blood is virtually impossible to differentiate from our own.

That being said, obviously it has to be slightly different because the Cylon is not human, um...

If, um...

If our blood looks like this... for example.

And the Cylon's blood looks like this...

Then it's fair to assume that the Cylon human is carrying an amalgam.

Is this a theory or fact?

The Cylon's fetus contains no antigens.

It has no blood type.

That's what Dr. Cottle was talking about when he said it was damned odd.

Except it's not damned odd, it's astonishing.

Now, knowing as we do that the Cylons are built slightly better to endure than their human counterparts, I wonder could the Cylon blood also be blessed, shall we say blessed, with a heightened resistance to disease?

Huh... so.

I applied a sample of Sharon's fetal blood to some cancer cells I took from the president.

What am I looking at?

Nothing.

That's the whole point.

The cancer was gone and it was gone within a matter of hours.

Are you saying you found a cure for the president's cancer?

Well, it's untried.

It-it's obviously untried and therefore extremely dangerous.

But, yes, it's possible.

If you abort Sharon's fetus now, you'll never know.

Now you may feel a sharp pain.

Sharon, it's okay, it's gonna be all right.

I don't like what you're doing.

I think it's unnatural and damned dangerous.

Yes, well, given the patient's current condition, I am not sure that I see the downside.

Maybe it's just her time.

Then for once... perhaps I am the beacon of hope around here.

If you want to settle this, your people have to disengage.

No more civil disobedience, no more acts of v*olence.

I want our students back in school.

Done.

I'm glad you called, Madame Secretary.

Me too.

I'm afraid the tests are positive.

The mass is malignant.

Uhhhh. What's happening?

Move, move!

Damn, she's convulsing. Nurse, get me

10 ccs. Nurse!

Help me get her on her side.

Nurse, nurse!

No, hold it.

I'll be damned.

Madame President?

Dr. Baltar?

It's so very good to see you.

No, no, don't... don't move.

Don't move.

Madame President, very good.

How's she doing, Doctor?

I've never seen anything like it.

It'll be a while before she's a hundred percent, but... her scans are clear.

Cancer's gone.

Are you sure?

It's gone.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Admiral.

You seem better.

Much.

Are you still holding the spokesman from the new faction in the brig?

Yes.

Would you take me to him, please?

Certainly.

Thank you.

I'll wait for you to get dressed.

President Roslin.

Mr. Yahee, isn't it?

I thought it was time we met.

Would you open the door, please?

Do it.

All these people want is to be heard.

A member of your group nearly destroyed our Tylium refiner.

Before we can even begin to talk I need your personal assurance that there will be no more att*cks.

As I told you the admiral, I have had no direct contact...

Genuine negotiations require trust.

Do not lie to me.

I'll talk to my people.

Make them understand.

Excellent.

And I'll listen... maybe even act.

But if you renege, I'll insist the admiral hunt you and your friends down, without mercy.

You seem very content.

Sharon's child is safe.

Adama and Roslin have agreed that more study is required before any drastic measures are taken.

Yes, but by saving Roslin, you've denied yourself your rightful place of leadership.

There are many aspects of you, Gaius, I will never understand.

You wouldn't.

Neither, would I suspect, your corporeal counterpart.

Do you love her?

What is that?

The letter Roslin wrote me.

To be opened upon the event of her death.

"President Baltar.

I offer my sincere congratulations... "

Thank you.

"I say that knowing we've had our differences and that you take office despite my many reservations."

"You may be the most brilliant person I've ever met, "but your intelligence is unleavened by compassion.

"You must be reminded of your ethical responsibilities

"and challenged to rise above your own selfish needs.

"I don't write this to hurt you, "but to beg you to open your heart.

"Understand that the people in the fleet look to you

"not just for leadership, but for solace...

"justice.

"Find a way to give them that, "and you will be a great leader.

Laura Roslin."

After all I've done for the fleet.

After all I've done for her.

Roslin's never trusted you.

She's undermined you at every turn, and now...

So now we know she's never gonna trust me.

This is not a political struggle anymore, Gaius.

This is quite literally life and death.

The president assured me that as long as there are no further acts of v*olence, she's willing to bring our concerns to the Quorum and Admiral Adama.

She's trying to buy time.

She'll never be open to negotiating with the Cylons.

I disagree.

I think we've made real progress today, and so does the Vice President.

Baltar?

Yes.

Just before I left, he asked to meet with me.

He encouraged patience while he works with Roslin from within.

And he offered the contents of this case as proof of his sincerity.

What's in it?

I don't know.

He said that you should be the one t open it.

Frak!

I think... we Cut it out. Haha Testy