Battlestar Galactica: The Plan Page #4

more for your people?

Like what?

I'm just asking

a general question.

This is all improv,

isn't it? You're scared,

you're outmanned.

You're surrounded by humans

who weren't supposed to be

alive in the first place.

No one was supposed

to be alive! Our people were

supposed to be positioned

to cause destruction,

not mop up afterwards.

My Two was

the Defense Minister's

yoga instructor,

if you can believe that,

and one of the Sixes

was a prostitute.

But the only one

in a position to do

any frakking damage

was a Five on this ship,

and he frakked it up!

Now, the universe

still has these

cockroaches in it,

and we can't have any peace

until we step on them all.

And don't you think

for a moment

that I'm gonna be moved

by the sweet, adorable fact

that you married one of them.

You come back tomorrow, and

we'll talk about you blowing

up that ship you live on.

You're the one

who let the Cylons

into the defense mainframe.

You betrayed your colony,

your home, your entire race.

You're the man

responsible for

the Holocaust

and I'm here to see

that you're exposed

and sentenced to death

as the traitor

you really are.

There's also this.

- What

the frak's that?

On the disk is a photo.

It was captured from

the security camera

in the defense

mainframe on Caprica.

It shows the doctor

entering the mainframe

without permission

the day before the attack.

As you can see, the man

in the photo is carrying

an explosive device.

Sorry, he's what?

- I'm hit!

- I got you, Hot Dog!

We're going to

make it through this.

Break right. Now! Now! Now!

Frak! I just lost

all three mains.

It's all right, Hot Dog.

You did good.

You're gonna be okay,

I promise you.

At least one of us will.

Frak! I just lost

all three mains.

It's all right, Hot Dog.

You did good.

You're gonna be okay,

I promise you.

At least one of us will.

I think I'm losing it.

Honestly, I think

we both knew that.

Someone wrote "Cylon"

on my mirror,

and I think it was me.

You think it was you?

I think I was trying

to warn myself,

or scare myself

into doing what you want,

or out of it.

One old man.

He's like a father to me.

He is your father.

All mankind

are our fathers.

And that's the sin

for which they deserve to die.

I'm happier

when I'm under.

I'm happier

when I'm human.

I like myself.

I love myself then.

Never say that.

Never, never, never.

Because if that were true,

they win. And they can't.

Look at me. Look at me.

They know your lies.

I know you.

You can do this.

You can kill Adama.

For me.

What the hell

do you think

you're doing?

I want answers,

and I want them now!

And I am not interested

in playing any more

of your stupid games!

Excuse me.

You're a fake.

You're just a copy.

Another Cylon copy.

Get out.

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!

I'm telling you,

she flew a Raider.

Learned how to control it

from the inside.

Nobody taught her how.

Kara Thrace plucked that

knowledge from the stream...

I don't care if she plucked

puppies from God's ass!

You're worse than

the frakking Sixes.

She has a destiny.

Something beyond us.

I'm starting to understand

why God loved humankind

before he changed his mind.

No, no, no, no.

If you get a chance,

you kill her.

But right now,

you've got other problems.

Take him to the Brig. He's

under arrest for supplying

information to the enemy.

I would like to

speak to my attorney.

Can't I speak

to my attorney?

You've been here a week, One.

That's all I'm saying.

Well, my methods

are hardly slower

than yours, Four.

Contaminating meds,

giving too much morpha.

You said you could contact

the others with this location

and take them out in a strike.

Well, the thing is,

I promised to hear

his confession,

and we men of the Gods

keep our promises.

Good. Looks good.

Now, hold on, wait.

Okay, go, go.

How'd she get

so far ahead?

Frak!

Open the door.

Yes, sir.

Wait. I haven't

even had a trial yet.

No! Wait!

It's a lie!

Doctor, it's all right.

It's a lie.

The photograph

was a fake.

What?

It was almost seamless,

but your face,

the man, the reflection,

it was all a fake.

I went back, I re-ran

all the security checks.

This time I found

markers which pointed

to photo manipulation.

They weren't apparent

until the photo

was fully resolved.

Thank you.

It was really nothing, Doctor.

Once the photos

were fully resolved,

it was almost too easy,

like she wanted

to be found out.

Excuse us. Excuse us.

Will the other Six be okay?

She's fast.

She's almost beyond human.

How did she get

off of the ship?

Got me.

There's been no ships

coming or going.

I gave you an order.

I had two Marines

tailing her.

They say they went

around a corner

and she was gone.

Every ship in the Fleet

has reported in, sir.

There's no sign

of her.

That's unacceptable.

She was here.

She was right here.

This woman existed.

She didn't just vanish.

Have them check again.

Every ship?

Every ship,

including this one.

She didn't just vanish.

Is Baltar's machine

on the trash heap?

I did what I could.

I don't know.

Trying to make

a guilty man look guilty.

It should be so easy.

We had to

fake the evidence.

Baltar, he helped us

so much on Caprica...

Are you attracted

to this human?

No.

'Cause the other Six

got addicted to him.

I'm not addicted!

Baltar's a brilliant man, yes,

but you should've seen me.

I was brutal with him.

I pushed him.

You pushed him.

My dear, if you pushed him,

you would have sent him

through a wall.

Oh, look.

An airlock.

How handy.

Wait.

I could blend into life

on another ship.

With another disguise.

Go. And don't forget to

give them our coordinates.

I want this finished.

Love?

You don't even know

what the word means.

I see the truths

that float past

you in the stream.

You have a real thing

about rivers and streams,

don't you?

I think we should indulge you

in your obsession.

Do you realize

I could kill you

before they came

back in the room?

I could get

to my feet,

rip your skull from

your spinal column,

crash through

that door,

kill the guard in less time

than it has taken me

to describe it to you.

Then why don't you?

It's not the time.

Surprise, you're dead.

Gods.

Are you a war orphan?

No.

So you have parents.

Do they want you?

No.

Well, two decks below,

there's a room,

and there's people in that

room that are in charge of

children that nobody wants.

All right, don't go there.

But go somewhere.

How are you feeling?

It looks worse

than it is, sir.

Things are moving

very quickly

and I need every pilot.

I'm ready, sir.

I have a very special mission

for you and

I won't kid around.

It's high risk,

extremely high risk.

I need you to nuke

a Cylon Basestar.

Yes, sir.

You're late.

She's already down.

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