03x09 - Unfinished Business

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Previously on Battlestar Galactica...

I was burnt out.

I started taking stims.

What's this?

Stims.

And by the look of her, she's been taking 'em by the handful.

No! Let go!

You know, coming in late for a briefing

'cause you're hungover, that's bad enough.

But when you back out of a mission...

You see, unlike you, I don't take a bunch of pills and then climb in my cockpit so wired that I can't land the frakkin' ship.

Starbuck, you're an embarrassment.

I need you back in the CIC.

Just ain't the same without you in there intimidating the inmates.

Oh, I'm not...

There are only 12 Cylon models, but in the entire occupation on New Caprica I only saw seven.

Who are the final five?

I can't talk about that.

Do you have any idea what it's talking about?

Most Cylons think the conscious mind of the Hybrid has simply gone mad, and the vocalizations we hear are meaningless.

But not everyone thinks that.

You will delete the order from your logs.

Execute.

It's okay, it's okay.

There's something beautiful.

Miraculous between life and death.

You mean there's no food to be salvaged?

What about the good food we had stored before we started inadvertently churning out the contaminated stuff?

Well, the newly processed bad food went into the depleted storage system.

Everything's tainted.

But Sharon's out finding all this algae for us to process.

It's tough to choke down, but it's almost pure protein.

What if Sharon comes back and reports there's no clear passage to this planet?

Then the question is, Doc, how long can we survive?

With the rations we've been on, I'd say seven to ten days.

When is she due back?

She was due three hours ago.

The, um...

The radiation levels are high, but she's strong and...

She's, um...

She'll be here any moment.

I'm sorry, guys. I don't have anything.

To share.

I told you, Starbuck, I don't have anything.

Get off my back.

Yeah, I saw a protein bar on your cot.

I gave it to Cottle.Right.

Right after I gave him head.

Oh, so what, now I'm a liar?

All right, all right, can it!

Kat, get down here.

All right, for frak's sake, everybody eat.

We're getting paranoid with this hunger.

Mmm mmm.

Here, baby, eat this.

Oh, my gods, that's good.

Gods, that is good.

Somewhere to be, D'Anna.

Shh. Don't wake Caprica.

Look, I'd love to hang around with you two all day, but I've got things to do.

I'll never understand what you all do all day long.

Living on this thing like fleas on a cat.

Where do you suppose she takes herself off to then?

You're not the only one asking that.

I'm not?

What do you mean?

She's been doing things.

Doing things?

What things?

Radiation negative.

You okay? Hey.

There's a way through the star cluster.

And I found the planet on the other side.

I skimmed it and I took photos.

There's huge swaths of algae just like we thought.

It's black.

She's a Cylon.

She can handle a radiation dose that big.

We think. Someone call Cottle.

I'm fine.

For you, maybe.

A human might not be able to make it.

So then how do we get tens of thousands of humans through there?

So we make it through in two jumps with a stop right there.

There's not solution with a single jump?

No, the cluster's too big.

And it's too big to go around too.

But the civvie ships aren't shielded enough to jump in the middle of all that radiation.

I would say 80% of the people onboard would die.

Can we send Galacticafor food?

And put her where?

What do you mean?

It would take dozens of return trips.

Each time we'd leave the fleet vulnerable to att*ck.

We just can't bring the food to the people.

What if we bring the people to the food?

Put the people on Galactica.

Send the civilian ships with skeleton crew.

Give 'em radiation meds.

Except that the radiation would fry the civvie ships' nav systems.

They wouldn't be able to see squat on dradis.

There wouldn't even be a way to calculate a jump out.

It's worse than that.

Once you jump in, the light is so blinding you begin to drift.

And before you can get your bearings you're over there.

No visual contact.

Instruments blinded radiation.

They'd get lost. They'd burn up.

Pilot ship.

We pair a Raptor with each civilian ship.

Raptor navigation systems are hardened against nuclear strikes.

They can handle the radiation.

Each Raptor could lead a civilian ship through the cluster.

Then they both jump out together.

Question is...

How many jumps will it take?

Five round trips.

You heard.

Five round trips.

On our outbound jumps we'll each be responsible for relaying jump coordinates to our own specific civilian ship, nailing them to their jump points, and insuring they don't drift off.

Sir, are we gonna get fed when we get there?

Eventually, yes, but after we find the algae and get it processed.

Whoa.

The truth is that nausea from the radiation exposure will take care of our appetites.

You'll all be issued with radiation badges that track out exposure.

White like this, you're okay.

As your exposure increases, it'll darken.

If it approaches this, then you'll be pulled from duty.

Keep checking your badges.

It's every pilot's own responsibility to monitor their own badge.

Starbuck.

Yeah.

Remember, we're all flying solo on this mission.

So that means there'll be nobody there to bitch slap you if you start to get tired or start seeing little toasters on your wing.

We'll be issuing stims, so use 'em.

What? Are you crazy? We can't use stims.

Kat, do you have a problem?

Stims amp up your metabolism.

We've got nothing to burn.

You put stims in our systems, we're gonna be flying into the sides of the ships.

Is that true? They'd mess us up?

You used to like the stims, Kat.

All right, personal discretion on the stims.

We're taking the first load of civilians on board as we speak.

That's it.

Skids up in four hours.

There is no food here.

There are no rations anywhere on this ship.

If someone told you there was food, they were lying.

If you leave this area, force will be used.

Once we get through the star cluster, you will all be returned to your designated ships.

Sacha!

My name isn't Sacha.

My name's Captain Louanne Katraine.

You understand me?

Sasha and you were a lifetime ago.

Right.

Right, 'cause you have this now, right?

No more hanging with the sinners, huh?

Stay away from me.

Do you understand me?

Do they even know who you really are?

Oh, fancy bumping into you here.

Can you believe I'm lost again?

I'll never find my way around this place.

Where have you been?

I've been talking with Simon about our next move toward Earth.

There's some debate about it apparently.

Of course, if I spoke to the relevant Simon he'd actually ascertain you were at this meeting?

I beg your pardon?

I hear that you've been going off by yourself.

Doing things.

Really?

Now who would tell you anything about my business?

So it's true.

Caprica.

Did you know you have some dried goo in your hair?

That can happen when you resurrect.

You know, now I'm beginning to understand just what you've been doing with yourself all these afternoons.

Do you have any idea of what you are accusing me of?

Yes.

Intentionally k*lling yourself over and over so you can download over and over.

But death's just a revolving door, isn't it?

Come here!

Ooh!

What do you want?

Take it down a notch, baby.

Relax.

I'm not looking for a business partner.

Look, I told you to stay the frak away from me.

Yeah, because if they find out who you really are they'll kick you out of the service.

Or worse.

Now, do you think that I want that?

I don't want that, 'cause that happens, who's gonna feed me?

Oh, come on. You're getting three squares.

You think I don't know that?

We don't.

And I don't have anything stashed, Enzo...

Yeah, sure you don't.

Oh, we go back, baby.

Since when is it a crime to take care of your own?

Huh?

Remember, I know who you are.

And I know how to make you happy.

Get your hands off of me.

Enough!

Don't you people have jobs to do?

Welcome back, Colonel.

Admiral.

Apollo, Galactica.

Launch Raptors on your orders.

Shepherds, find your sheep.

Stay close, and never let them go.

These crews are counting on us to guide them through.

Apollo, Starbuck. On station.

I've got visual onChiron.

Hot Dog, Adriatic in sight.

Okay.

When you jump into the cluster, you will be disoriented.

Take it one step at a time.

Find your sheep, work the jump calculations, and get them out.

Remember, we do not stay beyond our radiation dose limit.

Apollo reports pilots in position, sir.

Initiate jump on his command.

Galactica will follow.

Aye, aye, sir.

Raptors, Apollo. We jump on my mark.

3, 2...

Jumping.

1... mark.

Whoa! What is this?

I can't see anything.

Frak.

Whoa!

Oh, frak.

Ah, gotcha!

Kat, you got yours?

Afirmative, Apollo.

Only got eyes for the Chrion.

Relaying coordinates.

Squadron, Apollo. I have Thera Sita.

Relaying jump coordinates to her right now.

Apollo, Starbuck. I've got mine.

Frak, I'm just barely holding on here.

I lost mine. Anyone seen Adriatic?

She has lost her jump coordinates.

Who's that? Hot Dog?

Negative. Negative, Hot Dog.

Negative onAdriatic.

Hot Dog, Hot Dog, just ease up on the control, man.

Ease up on the stick. This is not a Viper.

Frak it, frak it!

You'll find her, man. Use visual.

Apollo, this is Galactica Actual.

You've reached your radiation dose limit.

We've got to jump.

Count us down!

Roger that, Galactica.

No, hold on! Apollo, please wait!

Hot Dog, listen to me!

We have to get out of here now.

I can find them!

You will jump on my mark.

Starbuck, jump on my mark with or without your ship.

Copy that.

1, 2, 3... No, please wait!

We can't leave without 'em!

Frak! Frak!

Jump complete.

Dradis is back online.

Ship reports moderate hull damage.

Galactica, Apollo. First trip complete.

Raptors, land your birds, debrief your pilots, and prepare to jump back for the second group of civilians.

We lost the Adriatic.

It's only our first jump.

Yes, it is.

Unh!

Carina, Kat! Report your location.

Kat, Apollo. Do you have the Carina?

Negative!

Radiation's pissing on my nav!

Frak, my patch is black!

Hold it.

I found her!

No frak!

Kat. Kat, report!

Godsdamn it!

All right. Kat, Apollo.

Time's up. We are jumping.

On mark. 3, 2, 1, mark!

Godsdamn it, Carina!

I lost it.

I lost it.

All right, we managed to get another eight ships through.

But we still lost one.

We gotta get better at tracking our sheep.

Quicker reaction times out of the jumps.

Racetrack, don't be calling out coordinates to the wrong ship.

I got mixed up.

Keep checking your instruments and rechecking.

The instruments are crap.

All right.

That concludes Outbound Four.

This is Return Four.

One to go.

All right, get some rest.

These are the reports from the doc.

100 marines too weak to work.

200 more ready to drop.

It's gonna slow down the harvest.

The last batch of passengers kicked up some trouble.

You get these people to the other side, they think there's a diner and a chef waiting to take their order.

Ohh.

When they gonna learn they gotta process the thing first, for frak's sake?

Try telling that to a bunch of empty stomachs.

I hear they're still eating paper.

Is that true?

No.

Paper shortage.

Not a good sign!

No, sir.

While you resurrect you see the faces of the final five Cylons?

The ones that no one's seen.

Why do you want to know about them?

I could be a Cylon.

I would stop being a traitor to one set of people, and be a hero to another.

And have a place to belong.

You would help me understand my destiny.

Have you seen my face?

Your face?

Yes, my face.

I can't remember.

I try to get it all down while it's still fresh in my mind, but... nothing much comes out.

It's just rubbish. I can't...

Cylons, Humans.

We're all just trying to discover who we are.

Aren't we?

Hey, Enzo.

Yeah.

I took the name Louanne Katraine from a girl who d*ed two days before the att*ck on Caprica.

Got me through the background checks.

Yeah, times were rough. Keep going.

I was a drug runner.

Enzo was my supplier.

What do you want? We were truckers, okay?

We just moved stuff.

People.

You see, some think that that's the way that the Cylons infiltrated Caprica.

They seeded themselves throughout the outer Colonies, and then they used criminals to get them into the capital.

Anyone who's found guilty of helping the Cylons is considered a traitor.

We didn't carry Cylons.

How do you know?

Because nobody knew that they looked like us.

Then how do you know you didn't?

How do you know?

You think I'm a traitor.

You think I'm a traitor?

No.

I don't think you're a traitor.

You're a smart young woman.

That's what the Old Man said.

You're just not smart enough to accept who you are.

You see, you lied your way into the company of good people.

Starbuck, don't tell the admiral.

Please.

Please don't, or I...

Or what?

Starbuck, please just let me tell him myself.

Please just let me.

Can you do that?

Gods.

One degree.

Angle nominal.

Seascape portrait of the woman child cavern of the soul... under pressure-heat ratio.

Ides of evolutions have buried their fears.

So this is where you got the idea to start intentionally downloading.

Gestalt therapy and escape clauses.

Right, let's see what we can find out.

Throughout history, the nexus between man and machine has spun some of the most dramatic, compelling... Gaius. and entertaining fiction.

What do you think you're doing?

Don't touch it!

Intelligence.

A mind that burns like a fire.

Yes, I'm here.

Find the hand that lies in the shadow of the light.

In the eye of the husband of the eye of the cow.

You all right?

It just speaks nonsense, doesn't it?

I don't think anything it says is nonsense.

The husband of the eye of the eye of the...

Hera.

Hera, sometimes referred to as cow-eyed Hera.

And the husband of Hera... Is Zeus.

The Eye of Zeus.

Well, that's written about in the ancient texts.

My god.

Could their be a connection between their gods and ours?

What does that mean?

It's a location.

A planet hidden in the shadow of light... probably a cluster of stars... that'll lead us to the Eye of Zeus.

And to the hand... hidden in the shadow of light.

Probably some type of artifact.

Hand.

As in five.

Five faces.

Now all we have to do is find the right planet.

In a star cluster.

Accept who you are.

Accept who you are.

Accept who you are.

Yeah.

Remember me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember you.

Thieving bastard.

You'll ruin everything I got.

Faru Sadin, report your location.

Kat, you got Faru Sadin?

Kat, you gotFaru Sadin? Kat?

Kat, report!

Negative.

Kat.

Frak!

I lost the Faru Sadin!

Sir, escalating damage reports shipwide.

Engineers are reporting a cascade of pressure failures.

Jump spot's become unstable. We gotta get out of here.

Open line.

Aye, sir.

Channel open.

Apollo, Galactica Actual.

Jump all.

Repeat, jump all.

All right, admiral's calling it.

Everyone, jump on my mark.

I'm not losing another one.

3, 2, 1, mark!

Apollo, Starbuck. I don't see Kat.

Report.

We're missing Faru Sadin.

And one Raptor.

It's Kat.

She must've missed the order. She's still out there.

Damn.

Faru Sadin, this is Kat.

Report your location.

Frak!

Come on, kid. Come on home.

It's them.

She brought 'em home.

Galactica, Kat.

Mission accomplished.

They said you wanted to see me.

Yeah.

I don't think we should end the way we ended.

Listen, um...

Everybody's...

Everybody is stuck with the things that they're not proud of.

That, uh...

That thing about good people, I... I didn't mean that.

Yeah, I know.

Here.

Take these. Sleeping pills.

Enough.

So, um, take 'em if you want.

Thank you.

I gotta go.

Admiral, I...

I know. I'm so sorry.

I'm not here to lecture.

I'm letting you know about a promotion.

I'm making you CAG again.

Sir, you know I'm not getting out of here, right?

You earned it.

What you did was harder than facing a b*llet.

And you did it without putting one other soul in harm's way.

Don't know if I could've done that.

I wish there something more that I could give you.

No.

It's good.

I'd like to be CAG very much.

Thank you.

Sir, there...

There's a thing.

A reason why you might not want to do this.

Kara knows what it is, but I wanted to tell you myself.

I don't need to know anything other than what I already know.

When you were CAG, you protected your people.

Made them feel safe enough to be brave.

What you were gonna say, does it change that?

Are you... you staying?

Oh, I'm staying.

I love this sick bay in a way.

Reminds me where my son Zak was born.

Caroline was so happy.

She was convinced... both times that she was having a girl.

So it was a surprise at the end.

Did you want a girl too?

Yeah.

Three's a good round number.

I need your verdict on this one.

I hate it.