Lieutenant Starbuck. How nice of you to drop in.
Baltar! I'd trade my life for one shot at you.
You will come to understand that I had nothing to do with the defeat of the Colonies. I, too, was a victim.
Fortunately, there have been some changes in the Cylon Empire, changes favorable to humans and their predicament.
You'd know a lot about that.
Don't antagonize me. I come to bring an offer of peace to all humans. There people here are our friends.
Really? Then you won't mind my leaving with the good news.
In time. [to a Cylon Centurion] Remove him. See that he's fed and made comfortable.
I just want you to know that torture won't do you any good. I had a course in resisting. [The Cylon Centurion forces him to start walking] Hey, careful. I bruise. Easy.
[Commander Adama, Captain Apollo and Serina are exploring the ancient ruins on the planet Kobol]
I wonder what the city was called.
There were many cities here on Kobol. Eden was the largest. It was the first to fall. This... this might be it. I don't know.
I know. It's difficult. But I've been spending so much time with the old records. For example, that... that refers to the ninth Lord of Kobol. That's his seal. He was the last ruler before the thirteen tribes migrated to the stars.
Twelve to settle our Colonies.
That's why you entered the void. You think you can find a clue to where the Thirteenth Tribe went!
I know exactly how you feel, old friend.
Baltar. [rushes at Baltar, puts his hands around his neck and tries to strangle him]
[comes between Baltar and Commander Adama and separates the two] No, Father! Leave him to the Council!
You almost killed me! What is this madness?
[removes Baltar's pistol] You need to ask?! Selling out your own flesh and blood?!
Selling out?!! What has he told you? What great truths has Adama spoken to my back?
You mean to say you didn't arrange the destruction of our Fleet, our cities, almost every living thing in the Colonies?!
Are you completely mad?! What sane human being would do a thing like that? Adama, surely you could not have supported such lies! How could you think of me so evil? I, too, hold the seal of the Lords, and a member of the Council of Twelve! I was as much a victim as any of you. I lost everything. My family, my people. I was trapped between the President's Battlestar and my own. Captured by the Cylons, taken away like an animal, to face trial!
Apparently, they found you innocent. A friend of the Cylons!
No. I was spared to lure you into another trap through a message of peace from some new benevolent Cylon ruler.
Adama, wait! You must hear me out. I have been to the Cylon seat of power. It is in chaos. The Cylon forces are searching for you throughout the star system. The route back into the Cylon Empire is barely defended. One single Battlestar could take control of the Empire and bring it to its knees!
You have the tongue of an angel and the soul of a serpent!
I can prove my good intentions, that I have the power to lead you back into Cylon, supposedly as my prisoners, but, in actuality, to launch a counterattack against those demons.
The release of one of your officers. Lieutenant Starbuck.
At what price? Remove him, Apollo!
Father, what if he can prove what he's saying?
If they've sent him, then it is a trap.
Then why haven't they attacked?!
I cannot tell you. But our safety is not behind us with you or the Cylons. It lies somewhere out there along the path taken by the Thirteenth Tribe. The tribe that colonized the planet Earth.
Earth?! You can't be serious. That's nothing but a fable.
I believe it is as real as the existence of the Thirteenth Tribe. And the key to that tribe is here in this place, locked away somewhere. I'm certain of it.
Serina! Apollo! This is what we came for. This is a record of the mass exodus. The final departure of the first twelve tribes, the ones which eventually became the Colonies we knew. And here, the last days, the final days of Kobol. It tells of the Thirteenth Tribe.
Can you tell where they went?
[Cylon raiders fire a killer laser burst that explodes the pyramids and collapses the temple around everyone]
[as everyone is coughing profusely] The... the door, it's been blasted open!
[despondent] The writings!
They're disintegrated; they're gone!
