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until I am unable to do so.
to contact us when he has soft-seal on the hull.
Right.
There is room in the cargo hold and I implore you to find refuge there...
[All screaming]
[Tyrol sighs heavily]
Please, put your gun down.
[Gripping instrumental music]
[Baltar exclaiming in wonder]
In theory, it should allow you to approach the base star without getting fired upon.
I don't care.
I know Commander Adama and I'm counting on the fact...
We're placing a Cylon transponder aboard your Raptor.
If you don't do that, I'll blow your head off.
Go inside.
TYROL: I got his legs. CRASHDOWN: I got him!
that when push comes to shove, he is the kind of man...
What are you doing, Starbuck?
There's also a Cylon base ship out there to deal with.
[Whispering] Tell me she's not gonna make him do it.
You carried out a very difficult and dangerous mission...
MARINE: Well done, Lieutenant. BOOMER: Thanks.
TIGH: Let's go.
[Hatch door closing]
[Wind whistling]
Neither does the press. They're here, by the way.
Launch the nuke and prepare to jump.
- Care to return the favour? - Are you in need of saving?
[Starbuck grunting]
you've placed our people on the surface of Kobol in direct danger.
on the Colonial One. Put your gun down. All of you.
[Beeping]