Battlestar Galactica: The Plan Page #5

Sorry.

Where were you?

The Chief had us

running tests on

the Cylon Raider.

Oh, yeah. Right.

It's the strangest thing.

Half alive.

Wow.

What?

What?

What's up with you?

Nothing. Nothing.

It's just that...

We just barely escaped with

our lives and it seems like

we ought to be living them.

Don't you think?

Not working all night.

Ignoring the child.

Is that why we escaped,

so you can be

a frakking mechanic?

Grease under your nails.

Look at them.

You wanna touch your daughter

with these hands, baby?

Does it really matter?

You know I miss

how things were.

I hate this jumpsuit.

But everyone's doing

what they can.

You woke her up.

That's good.

That's very, very good.

Why waste time sleeping?

There's an entire race

of Cylons out there trying to

rip out our frakking throats.

We need to spend every moment

that we can living. Right?

Come on, dance with me.

Come on, come on.

Baby...

Stay away from her.

Are you drunk? For Gods' sake,

what's wrong with you?

Pull yourself together!

Where you going?

Where you going?

Giana?

Baby, where you going?

Baby, come back!

Daddy!

Come here!

Clearing the

blast radius of the Basestar.

Explosion imminent.

Hey, nice work.

Thanks.

What's going on?

A lot happened

while you were gone.

Thanks.

Congratulations

to both of you.

You carried out

a very difficult

and dangerous mission,

and you did it

despite any personal

misgivings you may

or may not have had.

And for that,

I'm very proud.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Shot fired!

Shot fired!

Dad!

Get a doctor in here, pronto.

Dad.

Dad. Come on.

Is he dead?

If he's not dead,

he's dying.

Thus is the beast decapitated.

Which inspired you to come

and tell me...

I'll do it. Okay?

I'll blow up my ship.

I will blow up the Cybele.

Good, very good.

Now we've got

a bit of traction.

I'll tell you what

you need to do.

One condition.

I want my family kept safe.

No. You don't want that.

You see, if they die now,

they'll die without ever

knowing what you are.

Who was that?

That was the Four.

Oh.

And Boomer

shot the Commander.

Things are looking up.

They'd have to.

Move your arm.

There's not much more

down they could go.

The Six failed,

the Two failed.

Every machine

needs to warm up.

We're a fleet-killing machine.

We just started to hum.

"We just started to hum"?

I'll make you hum.

Oh, yeah.

Hum.

You shot him.

But you didn't kill him.

You didn't kill him.

And things were

finally going well.

What do you want from me?

I shot him twice in the chest.

How about

once in the head?

Did you think of that?

I told you,

I'm not in control.

The only way that

I could get this done

was to turn myself

into a Centurion.

I could feel my skin

turning hard.

I could feel the bullets

moving through the channels

under my hard metal skin.

I couldn't feel

my heartbeat.

Sounds wonderful.

If there was any part

of us that's human,

in that moment, I killed that.

Yes, good.

That's the idea.

Now listen, Eight,

I need you,

and I need to break

a string of failures.

I lost the best part

of myself.

Yes. All right.

I see how this is.

Goodbye, Eight,

and good luck.

I don't want a priest.

And you deserve

no absolution.

Now we've got to figure out

where the hell we are.

What did you find out?

I think

I've seen them before.

Another one of her

and maybe him.

Skin jobs, then.

It seems likely.

I can't swear to it,

my memory is...

What are we waiting for?

Let's go.

Yeah, all right. Listen,

you two, you hold back here.

Do not move.

The rest of the team,

you form up on me.

Let's move out.

Who is it?

Some random humans.

Each side is gonna

suspect the other.

I wish I could watch.

Uh-uh.

Hi.

So, somebody might

get shot. Great.

You were the one telling me

how swift and terrible

this whole thing was gonna be.

It's been two months

since those bombs fell.

And you're helping

a resistance cell

thrive here.

B*tch!

Traitor!

I love you, Chief.

I'm sorry.

I really am sorry.

I love you.

You want

a progress report?

I'll give you

a frakking

progress report.

Oh, no, please don't.

Please don't.

Oh, come on,

it is spectacular.

Doral blew himself up,

causing minor damage

to a minor hallway.

And Boomer jettisoned

the water,

and then, she personally

found loads more water.

And then she shot Adama,

but not very accurately,

since she loved him.

And then, Leoben,

he got obsessed with

Kara Thrace, and then was

captured and air-locked.

And my sister Six

utterly failed to discredit

Baltar and his dreamy hair

and destroyed

our frakking cover

in the process.

And now Simon...

Simon killed himself,

really killed himself,

out of resurrection range,

without blowing up the ship

that he lived on,

because he couldn't

imagine life

without his little human wife

and his little human daughter,

because he loves them...

Stop, stop, stop.

Guess I better.

Yes. They're all

letting me down.

Why are they

letting you down, One?

What's the x-factor?

Can't declare

war on love.

I think I already did.

Hey, where did

the bottle go?

Some of the electronics

involved in overriding

airlock security

are pretty sophisticated.

Colonel, you said

this wasn't gonna

be an interrogation.

This is why

I wanted to come.

This isn't an interrogation,

but it is an investigation.

Do you think he was a Cylon

because he killed himself?

We could use more

Cylons like that, huh?

Chief, don't.

I never said Cylon.

Good.

Sir, I don't know

how he knew

how to rig an airlock,

but he was a smart man.

He learned it somewhere.

Some people would cry

murder if their husband

or wife died like that.

I could understand that,

but...

He left a note.

"Love outlasts death."

We really did just

want some answers.

No one thinks

that your husband

was a Cylon.

Yes, sir.

Of course, sir.

May I have that back?

You want some advice?

You're on the losing end

of this fight.

Give it up

before you all die.

Head further up in

the mountains...

I hear the new woman's voice.

Kara Thrace.

And what? Wait to die?

As soon as I get

back to Galactica,

I'll send a rescue party.

Yeah, right.

If I say

I'm gonna do something,

I do it.

You always such

a b*tch in the morning?

Count on it.

My kind of woman.

So weak.

I thought

he was supposed to

kill her in the woods.

He's a bad shot.

Did she see you?

No. No,

I stayed out of sight.

Good.

She got a glimpse of me,

but she didn't react.

So, if there's a One

up in that fleet,

she didn't see him.

At least not enough

to ring a bell

in her tiny brain.

What are they doing?

You need a doctor

to tell you that?

Oh, for God's sake, why?

Why?

He loves her.

He loves her?

Vigorously.

But she's beneath him.

Not necessarily.

Would you quit making jokes,

for frak's sake?

This is wrong.

Don't you Fours have

a little place, a... What

do you call it? A ranch?

No. A farm?

Are you hurt?

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