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I had a feeling.

All right. It's military. Fine.

Incoming, bearing 060, carom 308.

Commander Adama, I just wanted to say how very sorry I am about Lt. Thrace.

What, she just happened to pack an extra bottle today?

We've got to do better than this.

ADAMA: Any report from the civilian ships? TIGH: Nothing. They're spread pretty far out.

ROSLIN: How're you holding up?

Galactica, Apollo. Bingo fuel.

This is a military decision, Madam President.

So it's got to be here, somewhere.

In this situation you're putting your pilots at risk.

HELO: I've almost started to think of this place as...

You're both perfectly aware that you are putting the lives...

- We have pilots out there... - We are not quitting.

Navcon Green, interval failure. Abort launch.

Because after that, Kara's oxygen will be gone and she'll be dead.

of over 45,000 people and the future of this civilisation at risk...

Commander, the clock has passed five hours, sir, for Starbuck's O2 supply.

The clock is a guess.

ADAMA: Frack the odds. We're going to find her.

No. Keep all the ships on the search.

Bring Hot Dog in. The old man wants to talk to him.

GAETA: It's the Cylons.

[Baltar loudly clearing his throat]

We'll continue the search as long as there's a chance she may be alive.

- Hold count. - Count held.

This is the Commander.

or the vanguard for a Cylon base ship about to jump on top of us.

You do whatever you have to do. Sometimes you break the rules.

[lntense instrumental music]

APOLLO: Where is it? SOCINUS: That way.

Bottom line: we can double the area we can search in the time we have left.