What's worrying you more – the mission, or you being made to look foolish by Uri?! [Adama glares at Apollo] Look, I'm sorry I know better than that, but there was no choice. You didn't seem to have a viable plan! It was his way or mine!
Now you see?! He's got us doing it! Turning one against the other! If Uri weren't such a prima donna, I'd say let him lead! But we must not allow ourselves to be fractioned off; there are too few of us left! A single voice is imperative!
You should known him back in the Renaissance days of Caprica. He was one of the best! A builder, an architect of dreams! (Adama falters at the memory of Uri's regression to a corrupt politician) Now he just sits and decays himself with drink and remembrance. No wonder our world fell apart.
Looking back is contagious. Decay and corruption go hand in hand with defeatism and lack of action. Uri moved in because you failed to act to have alternatives to his plans!
We've come so far, so quickly. There's been little time for reason. What is the secret behind the existence of this outpost on the outer rim of our star system? There are many such oases for intergalactic travelers, but none so far off the arteries of trade, and none so curiously close a tylium mine. Fuel has begun to arrive from the Ovion mines, but in curiously small quantities. Now I feel the growing need for extraordinary measures of precaution. The ships continue to hover over the planet, supported by maintenance crews whose spirits are depleted as their numbers. Everyone seems to have forgotten our flight from the Cylons. The beauty and wiles of Carillon hold our people spellbound.
That's the disquieting part. It was Baltar's people who engineered that expedition, and declared the Tylium too minimal for mining. And our military intelligence is based on that report.
Exactly. So the mystery is, who's behind such a huge remote mining operation? There's no local food source to feed their laborers. They must be bringing it from who knows how far?
Yes. And there's another mystery. There seems to be no connection between the Ovion workers underground and the resort on the surface, and yet there must be some connection.
Yes, I do, too. Well, have a good time, you two. And... [proving that "socialator" is a Colonial euphemism for "high-class prostitute"] ...next time, it's at office rates, Lieutenant.
[clearly surprised]Justice? Justice from the Cylons? Is that what you actually said? Gentlemen, they'd told us that they will not stop until every human has been exterminated. Now why should they believe we are now willing to accept that which we have always found unacceptable – to live under Cylon rule?
SUSire Uri
Because we would destroy our arms to prove we are willing to live in peace.
Yes. Yes, you are right. We did not come into conflict with the Cylons until we helped our neighbors, whom the Cylons wished to enslave. And until we helped the Hasaris get back their nation, taken by force by the Cylons.
SUSire Uri
Correct. But if we mind our own business, there's every reason to believe that the Cylons will leave us alone... permanently.
If you've all come to this Council to turn your backs on the principles of our fathers and the Lords of Kobol, from whom all colonies evolved, you do so with my utter contempt.
We still don't know the connection between the casino and this mining operation. For all we know, they could be supplying half their fuel to the Cylon empire. We just can't leave it fully operational.
[bursting into Sire Uri's celebration, firing his blaster to get everyone's attention] Everybody listen to me! I want everyone to move quickly and orderly toward the exits! That is an order!
SUSire Uri
Stay where you are! I am in charge here! [The elevator doors open and armed Cylon centurions march in and open fire] Do as the man says! He's in— [a Cylon laser rifle burst forces him to run]
My predecessor was programmed at a time when our Empire was less capable of tolerance. Now that we are omnipotent, we can afford to be more charitable. You will explain my policy of good will. I have spared you. I will spare them.
