Caprica Six: [to a baby whose neck she is about to snap] There there. It's okay. You're not gonna have to cry much longer.
Adama: Morning Starbuck. What do you hear?
Starbuck: Nothin' but the rain, sir.
Adama: Grab your gun and bring the cat in.
Starbuck: Boom boom boom.
[After Number Six tells Baltar that she's a Cylon and how the Colonial military could kill him over her access to the Defense Mainframe]
Dr Gaius Baltar: I'm going to call my lawyer. He's the best in the business. [dials numbers]
Caprica Six: That wouldn't be necessary, because in a few hours, no one will be left to charge you with anything.
Baltar: [puts down phone] What are you trying to say?
Caprica Six: Humanity's children are returning home...today.
[A nuclear detonation flares on the horizon behind them]
Apollo: So, what's the charge this time?
Starbuck: Striking a superior asshole.
Apollo: And I bet you've been waiting all day to say that one.
Starbuck: Most of the afternoon, yeah.
[Adama's speech at Galactica's decommissioning ceremony.]
William Adama: The Cylon War is long over, yet we must not forget the reasons why so many sacrificed so much in the cause of freedom. The cost of wearing the uniform can be high ... [after looking at crowd] but sometimes it's too high. You know, when we fought the Cylons, we did it to save ourselves from extinction. But we never answered the question, why? Why are we as a people worth saving? We still commit murder because of greed, spite, jealousy. And we still visit all of our sins upon our children. We refuse to accept the responsibility for anything that we've done. Like we did with the Cylons. We decided to play God, create life. When that life turned against us, we comforted ourselves in the knowledge that it really wasn't our fault, not really. You cannot play God then wash your hands of the things that you've created. Sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore.
Starbuck: Why can't we use the starboard launch tube?
President Laura Roslin: The lesson learned here is not to ask follow-up questions, but simply to say "Thank you, Captain Apollo, for saving our collective asses!"
Adama: You would rather that we run?
Roslin: Yes! Absolutely! That is the only sane thing to do here - exactly that, run. We leave this solar system and never look back.
Adama: You can run if you'd like. This ship will stand and it will fight.
Roslin: I'm going to be straight with you here. The human race is about to be wiped out. We have fifty thousand people left and that's it. Now, if we are even going to survive as a species, then we need to get the hell out of here and we need to start having babies!
Virtual Six: [on whether Doral is a Cylon] He doesn't seem the type and I don't remember seeing him at any of the Cylon parties.
Adama: [sees Billy flirting with Dualla] They'd better start having babies.
Gaius Baltar: If there are Cylons aboard this ship, we'll find them.
Virtual Six: "We"? You are not on their side, Gaius.
Gaius Baltar: I am not on anybody's side.
Lieutennant Kara "Starbuck" Thrace: Permission to speak off the record?
Starbuck: You're a bastard.
[Adama's speech at the funeral services on Galactica.]
Adama: Are they the lucky ones? That's what you're thinking, isn't it? We're a long way from home. We've jumped way beyond the Red Line, into uncharted space. Limited supplies, limited fuel. No allies, and now, no hope? Maybe it would have been better for us to have died quickly, back on the Colonies with our families, instead of dying out here slowly, in the emptiness of dark space. Where shall we go? What shall we do? Life here began out there. Those are the first words of the sacred scrolls, and they were told to us by the Lords of Kobol, many countless centuries ago. And they made it perfectly clear that we are not alone in this universe. Elosha, there's a 13th colony of humankind, is there not?
Elosha: Yes. The scrolls tell us a 13th tribe left Kobol in the early days. They travelled far and made their home upon a planet called Earth, which circled a distant and unknown star.
Adama: It's not unknown. I know where it is! Earth. The most guarded secret we have. The location was only known by the senior commanders of the fleet, and we dare not share it with the public. Not while there was a Cylon threat upon us. For now we have a refuge to go to. A refuge the Cylons know nothing about. It won't be an easy journey. It'll be long, and arduous. But I promise you one thing: on the memory of those lying here before you, we shall find it, and Earth shall become our new home. So say we all!
Tigh: Yes, we're tired. Yes, there is no relief. Yes, the Cylons keep coming after us time after time after time. And yes, we are still expected to do our jobs!
Virtual Six: God has a plan for you Gaius. He has a plan for everything and everyone.
Chief Tyrol: We'll sleep when we're dead, c'mon!
[Lee orders Kara to take stimulants and she refuses]
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: Why are we arguing about this?
Captain Lee 'Apollo' Adama: I have no idea.
Starbuck: Neither do I! You're the CAG, act like one.
Apollo: What the hell does that mean?
Starbuck: It means that you're still acting like you're everyone's best friend. We're not friends, you're the CAG. "Be careful out there"? Our job isn't to be careful, it's to shoot Cylons out of the frakking sky! "Good Hunting" is what you say. And now one of your idiot pilot is acting like a child and refusing to take her pills. So she either says 'Yes, sir' and obeys a direct order, or you smack her in the mouth, and you drag her sorry ass down to sickbay, and you MAKE her take those pills.
[They both glare at each other for a long moment, then burst into laughter]
Apollo: Well, I'm glad I'm not working for you.
Starbuck: You're damn right you're glad...
Apollo: So, do I have to smack you on the mouth, Lieutenant?
Starbuck: No sir, I'll take my pills. [Lee holds out the drugs] Oh. Perfect... [She takes the pills, crunching loudly]
Apollo: Carry on.
Lt. Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace: [salutes] Yes, sir! [sees Chief Tyrol staring at him] WHAT?
Virtual Six: Do you remember the first time you lied to a woman? Other than your mother, that is.
Baltar: Other than my mother? Sherry Bennett. Fourth grade, on the playground, behind the band room. "If you show me yours, I'll show you mine." She did. I did not.
Adama: There's a reason you separate military and the police. One fights the enemies of the state, the other serves and protects the people. When the military becomes both, then the enemies of the state tend to become the people.
Roslin: You have committed me to holding elections within the year.
Apollo: Madam President, with respect. You are serving out the remainder of President Adar's term. When that term is up, in seven months, the law says, there is an election. I only committed you to obeying the law.
Adama: You sound like some kind of lawyer.
Roslin: This is unacceptable.
Apollo: I swore an oath. To defend the articles. The articles say there is an election in seven months. Now, if you are telling me we are throwing out the law, then I am not a captain, you are not a commander, and you are not the president. And I don't owe either of you a damned explanation for anything.
Starbuck[to a group of trainees]: Pilots call me Starbuck, you may refer to me as God.
Adama: He said something else. That you might have been feeling guilty about something you did for Zak. What did you do for him?
Starbuck: I don't know. You'd have to ask Lee.
Adama: I'm asking you.
Starbuck: Well I don't kn-I, ah...I don't really know what he was talking about, so-
Adama: Don't fence with me, Kara. I love you like a daughter. I don't deserve that.
Starbuck: Ummm...Zak...failed...basic flight. He wasn't a bad pilot, he just had no feel for flying...and, um, when it came to his final check ride he...busted...three of the test maneuvers, and I should have flunked him, but I didn't. The bottom line is your...son...didn't have the chops to fly a Viper...and it killed him.
Adama: [following a flashback] You did it because you were engaged.
Starbuck: [breaking down] Because I made a mistake...because I was just...I was so in love with him...and I let that get in the way of doing my job...and um, and he um, he just wanted it so much, and I...I didn't want to be the one who crushed him...
Adama: Reinstate the trainees to flight status.
Starbuck: I will...but I just want you to understand...that I-
Adama: Do your job.
Starbuck: Yes sir-
Adama: And walk out of this cabin...while you still can.
Starbuck: [to a downed Cylon Raider] Are you...alive?
Lee: Why did you do this? Why did we do this?
Adama: Kara was family. You do whatever you have to do. Sometimes you break the rules.
Lee: And if it was me down there instead?
Adama: You don't have to ask that.
Lee: Are you sure?
Adama: If it were you, we'd never leave.
Starbuck: [narrowly avoids being hit while piloting a hijacked Raider] You idiot! Didn't anybody teach you intercept protocol?! Okay... we're gonna have to do this the hard way then.
Lee: [chasing Starbuck] Whoa, this bastard's good! Hold still, you little...
Starbuck: Close enough for you... Just a little... bit... closer... [Lee scores a hit] NOT THAT CLOSE!!! [pulls off a sudden brake, forcing him to overfly her]
Lee: What the-?! I've lost him! Galactica, I repeat - he's nowhere to be seen... [Starbuck slowly approaches him from behind and stops above him] Holy... Galactica, the Cylon is now flying formation with me! Right above my head. This thing is acting weird...
Adama: Put me through.
Lee: [laughs at the Raider suddenly turns around] It's Starbuck!
Adama: What?! Come again, Apollo!
Lee: Galactica, the Cylon Raider is marked "STARBUCK". It's painted onto the frakking wing! [everyone in the CIC cheers]
Adama: Bring it into the bay! If it does anything, take it out!
Lee: Wilco Galactica but I tell you what, it's gotta be her. This thing's flying around with some serious attitude!
Starbuck: Like my new toy?
Lee: When you take a souvenir, you don't screw around...
Adama: [to Sergeant Hadrian and her Board of Inquiry] You’ve lost your way, Sergeant. You’ve lost sight of the purpose of the law: to protect its citizens, not persecute them. Whatever we are, whatever’s left of us – we’re better than that. Now these proceedings are closed. You’ll be transported back to your ships and we appreciate your help.
Chairman of the Board: This is an independent board. You have no power to close our inquiries.
Adama: This is a witch-hunt. I will not have it aboard my ship.
Adama: [to Tyrol, after Socinus has been incarcerated] What I can’t do is I can’t let someone who wears this uniform get up on the witness stand and lie under oath. And that’s what your man did. He either lied the first time or he lied the second time. And it doesn’t matter. He’s guilty, and he’ll pay the price. You? You’ll pay a different price. You’ll have to walk out on that hangar every day knowing that one of your men is in the brig because you couldn’t keep your fly zipped. You are the most experienced non-commissioned officer we have left. You keep my planes flying. I need my planes to fly.
Virtual Six: If you would give yourself over to God's will, you'd find peace in His love like I have.
Baltar: [trying to get her dress off] Can you help me with this zipper?
Baltar: Are you running a glitch in the program or something? Because you say the same thing over and over again. Now I've accepted your God and all that. Can't we reboot the hard drive?
Virtual Six: He's not my God, He is God.
Baltar: Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God. He's big enough for all of us, isn't He?
Baltar: Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final analysis, little more than toasters... with great-looking legs.
[Roslin visits Baltar in the brig after he is accused of treason.]
Roslin: I want to believe you. I want to believe that I haven't made such a profound error in judgment in trusting you, in asking your advice. But here's where we are, Doctor. If anyone can be a Cylon, and it's hard to tell us apart then we only have one thing left to trust. Our instincts, our feelings. And the moment they told me it was your face in the photo I knew I believed it. I believe you were involved in the attack... somehow. I feel it.
Baltar: You'll forgive me, Madam President, if I don't wish to be executed based solely on your gut feeling.
Roslin: May the gods have mercy on your soul.
Shelly Godfrey: Dr. Amarak gave the disk to me before he died.
[Starbuck interrogates a captured Cylon infiltrator]
Starbuck: Now, if you were human, you'd be just about ready to start offering up some false information about the location of the nuke. Some tiny thing that might get you a reward and maybe spare you a few minutes of this. But then I keep forgetting, you're not human. You're a machine.
Starbuck: [stifles laugh] I'm sorry, you're God? Wow... nice to meet ya. That's good, that's good. We'll give you a couple of minutes for that.
Leoben: It's funny, isn't it? We're all God, Starbuck. All of us. I see the love that binds all living things together.
Starbuck: Love? You don't even know what the word means.
Leoben: I know that God loved you more than all other living creatures and you repaid His divine love with sin, with hate, corruption, evil. So then He decided to create the Cylons.
Starbuck: The gods had nothing to do with it. We created you. Us. It was a stupid, frakked-up decision, and we have paid for it. You slaughtered my entire civilization. That is sin. That is evil. And you are evil.
Leoben: Am I? I see the truths that float past you in the stream.
Starbuck: Tell me where the warhead is.
Leoben: This is not your path, Starbuck. You have a different destiny.
Starbuck: Don't interrupt me. You see, I'm gonna dazzle you with my poor human brain. You see, I think that you're afraid. You're afraid that we're a long way from home. What if you don't transfer all the way back? What if, when you die here, you really die? It's your chance to find out if you're really god or just a bunch of circuits with a bad haircut.
Leoben: I'm not afraid of dying.
Starbuck: Somebody's programmed you with a fairy tale of God and streams and life ever after but, somewhere in that hard drive that you call a brain is a beeping message: "Error, error, does not compute. I don't have a soul, I have software. If I die, I'm gone."
Adama: Manipulative. Cunning. The only problem with Leoben isn't that he lies - that would be too easy - it's that he mixes lies with truth.
Leoben: What is the most basic article of faith? This is not all that we are. The difference between you and me is, I know what that means and you don't. I know that I'm more than this body, more than this consciousness. A part of me swims in the stream. But in truth, I'm standing on the shore. The current never takes me downstream.
Leoben: I have a soul. I see patterns. I know you, you're damaged. You were born to a woman who believed that suffering was good for the soul, so you suffered. Your life is a testament to pain. Injuries. Accidents. Some inflicted upon others, others inflicted upon yourself. It surrounds you like a bubble. But it's not real, it's just... It's just something she put in your head. It's something that you want to believe because it means you're the problem, not the world that you live in. You want to believe it because it means that you're bad luck. You're like a cancer that needs to be removed. Because you hear her voice every day and you want her to be right.
Adama: Captain Adama and Colonel Tigh are working on the plan now and I need some serious "out-of-the-box" thinking.
Starbuck: "Out-of-the-box" is where I live.
Virtual Six: God doesn't take sides. He only wants your love. Open your heart to Him and He will show you the way.
Adama: If you keep running from the school yard bully, he keeps on chasing you but the moment you turn around and stop you punch him really hard in a sensitive spot. He'll think twice about coming back.
Adama: When you are in the cockpit, you are in control. Its hard to give it up... All you can do now is wait and hope you didn't make any mistakes. Welcome to the big leagues.
[Referring to a lighter which Adama has just given him to bring him good luck on his upcoming nearly hopeless mission]
Apollo: Dad, I'll bring it back.
Adama: You better or I'll kick your ass, it's a good lighter.
[Baltar is trying to have a conversation with the president and Virtual Six at the same time.]
Virtual Six: I don't believe you.
Roslin: You're a genius, are you not?
Baltar: Well quite frankly, I don't give a flying frak whether you believe me or not! Because I've had it. I am-I am tired of being pushed and prodded around like I'm some kind of toy. I'm not your plaything!
Virtual Six & Roslin: [together] Plaything?
Baltar: I don't work for you. And quite frankly, I don't have to sit anymore and take this kind of abuse from either of you! [Roslin and Billy look confused.] You either- either in here, either in there! Wherever it is, I don't need to take it.
[As Kara Thrace pilots the Cylon Raider in a weapons test, she contacts Commander Adama.]
Adama: [to Kara] Go ahead.
Starbuck: I believed you. Believed in Earth.
Adama: What are you doing, Starbuck?
Starbuck: Bringing home the cat, sir.
Adama: We can talk about this.
Starbuck: No, I don't think so.
Adama: I want you to remember one thing. I do not regret anything that I did. Be sure that whatever you're going to do, you don't regret it later. Do you understand me?
Starbuck: I guess we'll find out. [Executes a FTL jump to Caprica]
Apollo: Galactica, Apollo. Starbuck has jumped away. Repeat, Starbuck has jumped away.
Tigh: She wasn't scheduled for a jump test! Where the hell did she go?
(From a deleted scene. Lee visits Boomer in the sickbay to encourage her to get back in the flight line.)
Lee: We need you Boomer. You're a helluva pilot. And a good officer. I wish I had a whole squadron of Sharons.
Adama: You don't lose control.
Adama: No, you've got to lose control, let your instincts take over... That's why you don't win.
Roslin: It is crazy perhaps, but that doesn't mean it isn't true.
[Commander Adama and President Roslin argue about Starbuck's unauthorized mission to Caprica.]
Adama: [to Tigh] Bear witness, put on your headset. [to Roslin on the phone] Madam President, moments ago, Lt. Thrace took the Cylon Raider on an unscheduled and unauthorized jump.
Adama: Do you have any knowledge of this incident?
Roslin: Let's save some time here, Commander the question you really want to ask me is whether or not I asked Lt. Thrace to take the Raider to Caprica. And the answer to your question is yes.
Adama: You and I talked about this.
Roslin: Yes, we had.
Adama: We both decided it was a military decision.
Roslin: My responsibility as President is, first and foremost, to protect and preserve this fleet and its future. In the end, that outweighs any other consideration. It has to.
Adama: By taking the Raider, you've placed our people on the surface of Kobol in direct danger.
Roslin: I'm very aware of the danger our men and women are in on Kobol. I am also deeply aware of the danger this civilization will be in if I ignore the pursuit of this arrow.
Adama: I'm going to have to ask you for your resignation, Madam President.
Adama: Then I'm terminating your presidency, as of this moment.
Roslin: Commander Adama, I will exercise the authority of this office until I am unable to do so, so if you want to stage a coup you're gonna have to come over here and arrest me.
Adama: I don't want any blood shed.
Roslin: Of course you don't, neither do I. Neither does the press. They're here, by the way.
Adama: [mutters to Tigh] The press...
Roslin: They're recording every minute.
Roslin: This government survived the Cylon attack, it will survive William Adama.
[Colonel Tigh, Apollo, and Galactica's marines stand off against President Roslin's security team on Colonial One]
Colonel Saul Tigh: Madam President, no one needs to get hurt here.
President Laura Roslin: Then why don't you get off my ship, Colonel?
Tigh: I am placing you under arrest.
[Roslin does not move]
Captain Lee "Apollo" Adama: No... no, we're not doing this.
Tigh: I'm in command here, Captain!
Apollo: Colonel, this is wrong.
Tigh: You're relieved. Fall back! Madam President, I-
[Apollo draws his sidearm and holds it to Tigh's head]
Apollo: Men, lay down your weapons!
Tigh: Have you lost your frakkin' mind?
Apollo: Colonel, tell these marines to fall back!
Tigh: This is mutiny. You know that.
Apollo: I do and you can tell my father that I'm listening to my instincts. My instincts tell me that we cannot sacrifice democracy just because the president makes a bad decision.
Roslin: (to her security) Put your guns down.
Apollo: Madam... Madam President, stand back.
Roslin: Put your gun down, Captain. I will not have bloodshed, neither your men nor my people, on the Colonial One. Put your gun down. All of you. Please, put your gun down.
[Apollo lowers his weapon, which Tigh grabs. Two marines escort Apollo out while Tigh turns to face Roslin]
Roslin: Let's go.
[Virtual Six leads Baltar through a set of ancient ruins on Kobol]
Gaius Baltar: I know this place.
Virtual Six: Of course you do. [she guides him up the steps of an archway] Go inside.
[Baltar walks through and finds himself standing inside a majestic opera house. Six is waiting within; she holds out a hand to lead Baltar into the main hall]
Baltar: I don't understand.
Virtual Six: Life has a melody, Gaius. A rhythm of notes that become your existence once they're played in harmony with God's plan. It's time to do your part and realize your destiny.
Baltar: Which is what exactly?
Virtual Six: You are the guardian and protector of the new generation of God's children. The first member of our family will be with us soon, Gaius. It's time to make your choice.
Baltar: But I don't understand what you're talking about. Really, I don't understand.
Virtual Six: Come. See the face of the shape of things to come.
[They walk onto the opera house stage, where a glowing cradle is set. Baltar stares in wonder at its contents]
Virtual Six: Isn't she beautiful, Gaius?
[Baltar pulls Six into a passionate kiss]
[After destroying the Cylon baseship, Boomer and Racetrack enter CIC, where Apollo is handcuffed and under guard because of his mutiny]
Commander William Adama: 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. [shakes hands with Racetrack] Thank you.
Lt. Margaret "Racetrack" Edmondson: Thank you, sir.
Lt. Sharon "Boomer" Valerii: Thank you, sir. [extends her own arm, her hand belowscreen]
Adama: Thank y-
[Boomer shoots Adama in the stomach with her sidearm]
Apollo: Remember, just head away from the sound of gunfire.
Roslin: What about you?
Apollo: We're heading towards the gunfire.
[Starbuck and Helo are walking the streets on Caprica.]
Starbuck: It's not exactly what I expected. I thought I'd be stepping over decaying corpses in the streets.
Helo: Yeah, we saw a few bodies here and there. Not much though. Sharon said..[Starbuck glares at him.] Cylon Sharon said they had troops picking up the bodies transporting them to mass incinerators.
Starbuck: Your girlfriend's from a lovely family. Good people, great values.
Starbuck: After they attacked, I never... I never pined over any of my old crap. Never missed it. Stupid view of the parking lot. Broken toilet in the bathroom. You know, everyone I know... is fighting to get back what they had. And I'm fighting 'cause I don't know how to do anything else.
Apollo: [to Colonel Tigh] I am not fit to wear the uniform...and maybe I never was. Then again, neither are you.
[From a deleted scene. A flashback to Tigh and Adama reminiscing about the previous Cylon war.]
Adama: I was on the Galactica. We were boarded the last week of the war. By the end of the war they had learned a lot. Gotten smart. Clever. They didn't head to CIC or the magazines. Two teams. One went to Secondary Damage Control and the other to Aux Fire Control. See, that's clever. Not the CIC, Auxiliary. And not the Primary DC, the Secondary.
Adama: First team was after the fire suppression system. It tried to override our safety lockouts and vent our air into space. Kill all of us before we could get our EVA suits on. Then the second team just walks in the Aux Fire Control and turns our own guns against the ships trying to rescue us. It was smart. Clever. Almost 2,000 guys bought the farm that day.
Roslin: [to the Quorum of Twelve] Thank you all for coming. I have a statement I would like to make. The attempted military coup against the lawful government of the Colonies is illegal, ill-advised, and clearly doomed to failure. I have not resigned the Presidency, and I will fight this action with everything at my command.
Tigh: She's crazy. She's nuts! She thinks she's a prophet or some such nonsense. Go ahead and ask her, she'll tell you. Just listen to her! What was it, the...Arrow Of Apollo will open the Tomb of...Artemis, or some such nonsense.
Roslin: Everything I have done is consistent and logical. We have found Kobol, we have found the City of the Gods, and when we retrieve the Arrow, we will open the tomb of Athena, and we will find the road to Earth.
Baltar: Its all so pointless. We kill them, and they kill us, so we kill more of them, so they kill more of us. What's the point anymore?
Virtual Six: You, your race, invented murder. Invented killing for sport, greed, envy. Its man's one true art form.
Virtual Six: I am so proud of you Gaius.
Baltar: Why? 'Cause I've taken a life?
Virtual Six: It is what makes you human.
Baltar: Is it? Not conscious thought? Not poetry, or art, or music, literature? Murder. Murder is my heritage...
Adama: She was a Cylon, a machine. Is that what Boomer was, a machine? A thing?
Tyrol: That's what she turned out to be.
Adama: She was more than that to us. She was more than that to me. She was a vital, living person aboard my ship for almost two years. She couldn't have been just a machine. Could you love a machine?
[Cylons discussing the surgical testing they are performing on Starbuck.]
Number Four/Simon: : ...pending lab test results on [sample for] ovaries, complete removal will proceed tomorrow. They've lab tested positive and subject will be removed to processing facility for final disposition.
Number Six: Is that regret I hear in your voice, Simon?
Number Four/Simon: If it is, it certainly is none of your concern.
Adama: Well, when you think you love somebody, you love them. That's what love is. Thoughts…
Apollo: Hmm. It must have been hard, being back on Caprica. Being home. Probably saw some tough things back there. Anyway, tomorrow this whole thing is gonna end, one way or another. We find the tomb or we don't. We find a way to earth or we don't. I just want you to know, Kara, that I am your friend. I love you. If there is anything you wanna talk about, anything you wanna get off your chest then... I am here for you. [Starbuck starts throwing a ball towards the wall once more]
Apollo: Anyway... whenever you wanna talk, just let me know. [walks away]
Starbuck: What was that middle part again?
Apollo: Hm? What do you mean?
Starbuck: Did you say you love me?
Apollo: [laughs] Well... ahm...
Starbuck: Lee Adama loves me.
Apollo: No, all I meant was-
Starbuck: No seriously! Very sweet. You love me! [Apollo walks away] No, you love me. You can't take it back. There are no take backs.
Apollo: You're dreaming it Kara.
Starbuck: You love me.
Apollo: You're dreaming it.
Starbuck: You love me.
Apollo: Dreamer... [disappears around the corner]
Starbuck: Hmhm... okay.
[Roslin and the representatives of the breakaway fleet are discussing whether Galactica can become a threat to them.]
Tom Zarek: : We're not entirely defenseless. Some of our ships are armed. We should take steps to arm the others just in case.
Apollo: Just in case we want to commit suicide. If Galactica wants to take us down there's nothing we can do about it. Nothing. And nobody in this room should be under any illusions on that count.
Virtual Six: For once, Gaius, you can stop manipulating the world and let destiny take its course. If there's one thing we know about human beings with certainty: they are masters of self-destruction.
[Lieutenant Anastasia "Dee" Dualla talking to Adama about his actions after being shot by Boomer.]
Anastasia "Dee" Dualla: I don't think the problem is that you've been betrayed, I think its that you feel helpless. You were shot, you were injured, and when you finally had a chance to do something, you let us down. You made a promise, to all of us...
Adama: Mr. Gaeta? I want to see all recon material on Kobol immediately in my quarters.
Felix Gaeta: [surprised] Aye, sir?
Adama: Yes. I'm putting the fleet back together. I'm putting our family back together. This ends now.
Tyrol: Look, I marked the terrain as best as I could but we're not... topography's for pansies anyways.
[Commander Adama and Billy Keikeya, onboard Raptor One, discussing President Roslin]
Adama: She thinks you'll be President one day.
Billy: 'Scuse me?
Adama: That's what she said to me once, that you reminded her of President Adar when he ran for his first office.
Billy: I don't really know how to respond to that, sir.
Adama: Don't let it go to your head. Adar was a moron.
Helo: So Cally kills Sharon and the old man gives her 30 days in the brig. 30 days for murder.
Caprica Sharon: They don't see it as murder, Helo. That's what I'm trying to tell you. That's what you're not hearing. To him, to the president, to all of them Cylons aren't people. I'm not a person to them. I'm a thing.
(On "Earth" (a representation of Earth's night sky found within the Tomb of Athena):
Adama: I thought we were in the Tomb of Athena.
Starbuck: I think that was just the lobby.
Baltar: So who or what are you, exactly?
Virtual Six: I am an angel of God sent here to protect you. To guide you, to love you.
Biers: You seem to think that your pilots deserve special consideration.
Apollo: Actually, I do. Like everyone else, my pilots have lost their families, their friends, everyone they ever cared about; but on top of that they're asked to put their lives on the line every single day, for a fleet that seems more interested in what they do wrong than in what they do right. They're not asking for your pity, but they damn well deserve your respect.
[The closing voice-over narration to D'anna Biers' documentary on the Battlestar Galactica, which runs over a montage of images from the ship. The Colonial Anthem tinkles in the background and gradually builds to up to a grand swell.]
Biers: I came to Galactica to tell a story. In all honesty I thought I knew what that story was before I ever set foot there: how an arrogant military let their egos get in the way of doing their jobs, safeguarding the lives of the civilian population. But I found out that the truth was more complex than that. These people aren't Cylons. They're not robots blindly following orders and polishing their boots. They're people. Deeply flawed, yes, but deeply human too, and maybe that's saying the same thing. What struck me most is that despite it all - the hardships, the stress, the ever present danger of being killed - despite all that, they never give up. They never lie down in the road and let the truck run them over. They wake up in the morning, put on their uniforms and do their jobs. Every day. No pay, no rest, no hope of ever laying down the burden or letting someone else do the job. There are no relief troops coming, no Colonial Fleet training new recruits every day. The people on Galactica are it. They are the thin line of blue that separates us from the Cylons. Lt. Gaeta told me a remarkable statistic; not a single member of Galactica's crew has asked to resign, not one. Think about that. If you wore the uniform wouldn't you want to quit? To step aside and say "enough! Let someone else protect the fleet"? I know I would. But then, I don't wear a uniform. Most of us don't, most of us never will. The story of Galactica isn't that people make bad decisions under pressure, it's that those mistakes are the exception. Most of the time the men and women serving under Commander Adama get it right. The proof is that our fleet survives. And with Galactica at our side, we will endure. This is D'anna Biers, Fleet News Service.
Admiral Helena Cain: Galactica, this is Pegasus actual, Adama, is that you?
Adama: Cain. What a pleasure to hear your voice.
Cain: [to XO Jack Fisk] Disengage.
Jack Fisk: Red Team, disengage. Red Team, disengage.
Cain: Commander, I don't know what to say. This is a miracle.
Adama: You took the words right out of my mouth. [orders crew] Step down to Condition One throughout the fleet.
Lt Apollo: Galactica, Apollo, you are not going to believe what I'm looking at out here. It's like a dream. It is a dream. [laughs and smiles at seeing Battlestar Pegasus and escort fighters]
[Baltar tries a new approach to interrogating the tortured Gina Inviere, he has her chains removed and brings her some food.]
Baltar: The food is yours. It's not a trick. I'm not gonna take it away the last second. You know I.. I'm just gonna talk right now. I don't expect you to say anything. Back on Caprica, before the attack.. And sometimes I forget there was a world before the attack. I knew someone, a woman unlike any other woman I'd ever known. She was unique. Beautiful. Clever. Intensely sensual. When she wasn't in my bed she was in my thoughts. She was a Cylon. And she changed my life in a very real, very fundamental way. In that I have quite literally never stopped thinking about her. Because I love her. To this very day, I love her. And she looks exactly like you.
[Commander Adama hails Admiral Cain over the death sentences meted on Lt. Agathon and Chief Tyrol]
Adama: You told me they'd get a fair trial. What kind of a trial could they have possibly had?
Admiral Helena Cain: I assure you I heard them out. I weighed their statements against those of the guards and I took into consideration their service records and commendations. It was a difficult decision, Commander, but I daresay it was a fair one.
Adama: They have the right to have their case heard by a jury.
Cain: I am a flag officer on detached service during a time of war. Regulations give me broad authority in this matter.
Adama: [to Tigh] Launch the fighters. [to Cain] You can quote me whatever regulation you'd like. I'm not going to let you execute my men.
Cain: I highly suggest you reconsider that statement, Commander.
Adama: Please arrange for Chief Tyrol and Lieutenant Agathon to be handed over to my Marines as soon as they arrive.
Cain: I don't take orders from you!
Adama: Call it whatever you like, I'm getting my men.
Cain: You are making such a mistake.
Adama: I'm getting my men.
Cain: Action stations.
Fisk: Admiral, this will spiral out of control fast.
Cain: Launch the alert Vipers. Adama has taken us over the line. He's left me with no choice but to launch the alert Vipers. [Red text only appears in the extended cut]Target the main battery for Galactica. And may the Gods have mercy on their souls.
[The Galactica and Pegasus Vipers are released from their ships and face off]
Starbuck: Starbuck to all vipers-- do not fire...repeat, do not fire! I'm a friendly, okay? We're all friendlies! So, let's just...be friendly!
Roslin: The spirit of the law requires something here more than summary executions.
Cain: [to Roslin and Adama] Is this what the two of you have been doing for the past six months? Debating the finer points of Colonial law? Well, guess what, we're at war! And we don't have the luxury of academic debate over these issues!
[Admiral Cain visits Baltar in Gina Inviere's cell.]
Cain: Well, I see you got it to eat. That's progress I suppose. Can you get it to roll over, beg?
[In different locations, Commander Adama and Admiral Cain each plot the assassination of the other]
Admiral Helena Cain: (to her Executive Officer, Colonel Fisk) Jack, I want to transfer a detachment of marines to Galactica and I want you to hand-pick them. Completely reliable. Completely loyal. Razors.
Commander William Adama: I have a mission for you, Kara.
Captain Kara "Starbuck" Thrace: Anything for you. You know that.
Adama: Don't accept too quickly. You won't like this one. I don't like it, but I've decided that it has to be done.
Cain: I'm transferring you to Galactica as well. I'll tell Adama that you're there to be my eyes and ears. He'll hate it. He'll think you're my spy and try to freeze you out of decision-making, but he'll accept it. Now I want you to stay in CIC throughout the attack. Stay with Adama.
Adama: After the attack is completed and you've accounted for your pilots, I want you to land your bird on the Pegasus and report directly to CIC. You'll take Lee with you. He'll watch your back.
Cain: Position Marines in key areas throughout the ship and keep a squad posted just outside CIC.
Adama: There'll be the normal chaos and emotional high after the attack.
Cain: They'll be slapping each other on the back, celebrating the victory.
Adama: That'll keep their guard down.
Cain: Security will be lax.
Adama: I will ask for you on the wireless.
Cain: I will call you directly and when I have you on the line, and you hear me give the command "Execute Case Orange"...
Adama: When you hear me say "Downfall"...
Cain: ...you are to signal the Marines to terminate Adama's command. Starting with Adama.
Adama: ...I want you to pull out your weapon and shoot Admiral Cain in the head.
Fisk: I don't want your thanks. I owe Lieutenant Thorne my life, as do many people on this ship.
Helo: He was trying to rape a prisoner!
Fisk: You can't "rape" a machine, Lieutenant.
Caprica Sharon: [to Commander Adama] It's what you said at the ceremony before the attack, when Galactica was being decommissioned. You gave a speech, it sounded like it wasn't the one you prepared. You said that humanity was a flawed creation, and that people still kill one another for petty jealousy and greed. You said that humanity never asked itself why it deserved to survive. Maybe you don't.
[Apollo floats in space after his ship is destroyed.]
Apollo: I'm sorry, Kara.
[Gina Inviere confronts Admiral Cain in her quarters with her gun.]
Gina Inviere: Tell me, Admiral. Can you roll over? Beg?
Cain: Frak you.
Gina Inviere: You're not my type. [shoots Cain]
Adama: It's not enough to survive. One must be worthy of survival.
President Richard Adar: One of the most interesting things about being President is that you don't have to explain yourself. To anyone.
Virtual Six: [reading Roslin's letter out loud] "President Baltar, I offer my sincere congratulations. I say that knowing we've had our differences, and that you take office despite my many reservations. You may be the most brilliant person I've ever met... but your intelligence is unleavened by compassion. You must be reminded of your ethical responsibilities and challenged to rise above your own selfish needs. I don't write this to hurt you, but to beg you to open your heart. Understand that the people in the fleet look to you not just for leadership, but for solace, justice. Find a way to give them that, and you will be a great leader. Laura Roslin."
[Apollo confronts Colonel Tigh after finding that he dealt in the Fleet's black market.]
Tigh: Don't you play "holier than thou" with me. I haven't done anything that most people on this ship haven't done. Including you.
Apollo: Doesn't make us right, Colonel, just a whole lot of people wrong.
[Roslin tries to convince Baltar to resign the Vice Presidency.]
Roslin: You saved my life. And I'm grateful. But I sense that there is some unease in you about assuming the presidency, and I'd like to offer you an out.
Baltar: You what?
Roslin: Resign. Return to your scientific work on Galactica. No one will question your motives. You can consider it a second chance, like the one you gave me.
Roslin: Doctor. This is a one-time offer. I suggest you reconsider.
Baltar: You know, Madame President, I've never been particularly interested in politics. I never wanted any lofty position of power. I never wanted to be the Vice President. That is, until this very moment. Because right now, I can't think of anything I want more.
Starbuck: It is funny. You know the President says that we're saving humanity for a bright, shiny future on Earth. That you and I are never gonna see. We're not. Because we go out over and over again until someday, some metal motherfrakker is gonna catch us on a bad day and just blow us away.
Apollo: Bright, shiny futures are overrated anyway.
Starbuck: Cylon raiders tend to isolate the wingman and gang up on individual Vipers before his wingman can protect him. [a crewman walks in and hands Starbuck a notice]... which is exactly what happened to JoJo twenty minutes ago.
Starbuck: [engaging the Cylon Raider Scar with a near-suicidal charge] How does it feel, you bastard? One of us has to pull up, and it sure isn't going to be me!
[After a bout of negotiations with Sesha Abinell, leader of the Cloud 9 terrorists, Adama briefly confers with Tigh.]
Adama: Saul, we can't give her Sharon. I hope you know that, right?
Tigh: I know that. Against our dealing with the terrorists... if we start now, it'll open the floodgates; and it will never stop. And by the way, it's not Sharon. It's a frakking Cylon.
Adama: You don't think I know that?
Tigh: I think there's part of you that looks into that thing's eyes and still sees that young girl that reported aboard two years ago as a rook pilot. Well, it's not. It never was. Bill, it's a machine.
[Sharon Agethon has gone into premature labor with her Hybrid baby.]
Doc Cottle: I find it absolutely amazing you people went to all the trouble to appear human, and didn't upgrade the plumbing.
[Six and Three are talking about Boomer-Eight's resistance to her Cylon psychology]
Number Three: Caprica, you don't understand. She really needs your help. If we don't turn her around soon, there's talk of boxing her.
Caprica Six: Putting her memories in cold storage? You can't be serious.
Head Baltar: [sardonically] Well, that's a charming way to deal with emotional problems! One might almost call it inhuman. Oh, that's right, you are!
[Six is talking to the original Galactica-Sharon about Baltar's house.]
Caprica Six: I always loved the view. Sunlight on the water. It's my favorite spot in the universe.
Head Baltar: Yeah, it's magical. Too bad you nuked it.
[Roslin, Baltar, Admiral Adama and Colonel Tigh discuss what to do with the hybrid baby.]
Roslin: If the baby does survive, the question is — what do we do with it?
Baltar: Do? What are you suggesting? That we throw it out of an airlock?
Roslin: I don't make suggestions, Mr. Baltar. If I want to toss a baby out of an airlock, I'd say so.
Caprica Six: Look, God loves you.
Sharon "Boomer" Valerii: [showing photo of her Galactica crewmates] This is love. These people loved me. I loved them. I didn't pretend to feel something so I could screw people over. I loved them. And then I betrayed them. I shot a man I loved. Frakked over another man, ruined his life. And why? Because I'm a lying machine. I'm a frakking Cylon!
Tigh: I know you're wonderin', so I'll save you the trouble; the eye is gone. They ripped it out onto the floor and showed it to me. Looked like a hard-boiled egg.
Number One: Let's review, why we're here shall we? Uh, we're supposed to bring the word of "God" to save the people, right? To save humanity from damnation, by bringing the love of "God" these poor, benighted people.
Caprica-Six: We're here because the majority of the Cylons felt that the slaughter of mankind had been a mistake.
Boomer: We're here to find a new way to live in peace. As God wants us to live.
Number One: And it's been a fun ride so far. But I want to clarify our objectives. If we're bringing the word of "God", it follows that we should employ any means necessary to do so. Any means. Yes, fear is a key article of faith as I understand it, so perhaps it's time to instill a little more fear into the people's hearts and minds. Let's uh, let's execute Baltar.
Baltar: What? What?!
Caprica-Six: That's not gonna happen.
Number One: Just because he's your favorite toy shouldn't interfere with the larger issues here.
Baltar: I think that I have co-operated-
Caprica-Six: Gaius is with me. Anyone that wants to challenge that will have to deal with me.
Number Five: Well it doesn't matter. If we killed him at the beginning, it might've worked. But now most humans think of him as a traitor, and might actually cheer his death.
Number One: Fine, fine. We don't kill Baltar. We round up the leaders of the insurgency and we execute them, publicly. We round up at random, groups off the street and we execute them, publicly. Send a message that the gloves are coming off, the insurgency stops now or else we start reducing the human population to a more mangeable size. I don't know, say less than a thousand.
Boomer: We need to stop being butchers.
Caprica-Six: The entire point of coming here was to start a new way of life. To push past the conflict that seperated us from humans for so long.
Number One: And what has it gotten us? It's not like they welcomed us with, with, frak it, never mind. You're all living in a fantasy world, consider the irony in that! Ha ha! Delusional machines! What's the universe gonna come up with next?
Number Three: Is it really worth it Caprica? Is the love of that man really worth possibly losing all of this?
Caprica-Six: If you had ever experienced love, you wouldn't have to ask.
[As a Three moves along the lines, congratulating graduates into the New Caprica Police]
Lieutenant Tucker "Duck" Clellan: [referring to his dead wife] I'll see you soon, Nora. [detonates his explosive vest]
Tyrol: ...You know, we need to figure out who's side we're on.
Tigh: Which side are we on? We're on the side of the demons, Chief. We're evil men in the gardens of paradise, sent by the forces of death to spread devastation and destruction wherever we go.
Tigh: [to Laura] You know, sometimes I think that you've got ice water in those veins, and other times I think you're just a naive little school teacher. I've sent men on suicide missions in two wars now, and let me tell you something; it don't make a Gods' damned bit of difference whether they're riding in a Viper or walking out onto a parade ground. In the end, they're just as dead. (puffs on cigarette) So take your piety and your moralizing and your high-minded principles and stick 'em some place safe till you're off this rock and you're sitting in your nice, cushy chair on Colonial One again. I've got a war to fight.
Helo: Symbols matter. Uniforms, flags, banners - even mascots. They're like pieces of your heart that you can see.
Sharon: [before going to the rescue mission on New Caprica, to Adama] Can I ask you a question? How do you know? I mean, how do you really know that you can trust me?
Adama: I'm getting old; I'm a little slow, but I'll be there.
Apollo: Gods, I wish I could talk you out of this...
Adama: You can't. You tried.
Apollo: You know, Dad, um...
Adama: Don't. Don't make me cry on my own hangar deck.
[The Galactica is preparing to jump to New Caprica and begin the rescue]
Adama: This is the Admiral. You've heard the news, you know the mission. You should also know there is only one way that this mission ends: and that's with the successful rescue of our people, off of New Caprica. Look around you. Take a good look at the men and women that stand next to you. Remember their faces, for one day you will tell your children and your grandchildren that you served with such men and women as the universe has never seen. And together, you'll accomplish the feat that will be told and retold down through the ages, and find immortality as only the gods once knew. I'm proud to serve with you. Good hunting.
Gaius Baltar: Leave. Pack up your centurions, and go. Please. Go.
Number Three: And then what? What would you do if we really just left you here? You'd live out your lives in peace and never trouble yourselves with thoughts of us again? Or would you raise your children with stories of the Cylon, the mechanical slaves who once did your bidding, only to turn against you? Killers who committed genocide against your race, the occupiers of this city until we just ran away? Would you tell them to tell the story to their children, and to their children's children, and nurse a dream of vengeance down through the years so that one day they could just go out into the stars and hunt the Cylon once more?
Gaius Baltar: Blood for blood ...has to stop one day.
[Hot Dog preparing to launch his Viper while the Galactica freefalls through New Caprica's atmosphere]
Brendan "Hot Dog" Costanza: Well... this oughta be different.
[in the CIC of the heavily damaged Battlestar Pegasus]
Apollo: Set main batteries to auto-fire cycle B! Lock engines ahead flank! [into announcement system] This is the Commander: abandon ship, abandon ship! All hands, abandon ship. Report to evac Raptors and jump to rendezvous point! Good work, and I'll see you on the other side.
Dualla: All right, people, let's move! Out! Let's go! [turns to see Apollo lingering at his station] You too, Commander.
Apollo: Yes, sir. [starts to leave, but pauses to take one last look at the CIC; addressing the ship herself] Thank you.
Admiral Adama: I guess you didn't understand my orders.
Apollo: I never could read your handwriting.
Admiral Adama: You did it. You brought them home Saul.
Colonel Tigh: [holding back his tears] Not all of them.
[In the mess room, Gaeta just tried to explain to Starbuck his role as a Resistance source while working for Baltar. All the while, crew members walk out of the hall, not interested in his monologue]
Starbuck: You're right Felix, you're a frakking hero.
Tigh: [shouting at Gaeta] Hey! Look at me! As long as you're here, maybe you can help me out. I'm missing something. I lost it in detention. Since you're so buddy-buddy with the Cylons, maybe you know where it is. How about it? Do you know where my eye is?
Tigh: Everyone likes Gaeta so let's let him off the hook. Let's just look the other way on this one. Well, a lot of good people had to pay the price for what they did. Choices they made on New Caprica. Like my wife. [jury members are surprised] That's right. Ellen collaborated, gave the Cylons information on the Resistance and she died for it. Because that's the price of collaborating with the enemy. And I liked her a lot more than I like Gaeta.
Baltar: [to Caprica Six, as she's leaving to decide Baltar's fate on the basestar] You need me! I need you, too! [Another pause, then talking to himself] I should have said that first.
[Gaius Baltar sees and hears the Hybrid for the first time.]
Hybrid: Two protons expelled at each coupling site creates the mode of force, the embryo becomes a fish though we don't enter until a plate, we're here to experience, evolve the little toe, atrophy, don't ask me how, I'll be dead in a thousand light years, thank you, thank you, genesis turns to its source, reduction occurs step wise though the essence is all one, end of line. FTL system check. Diagnostic functions within parameters repeats the harlequin, the agony exquisite, the colors run the path of ashes...
Racetrack: Well, too many Pilots, not enough birds. Anything to keep me flying, at this point. You want me I'm yours, Boomer.
Sharon Agathon: Uh, no, Boomer was… She was someone else.
Helo: Listen up. We need a new call sign for Lieutenant Agathon.
(various stupid names like Chrome Dome, Lightbulb, Toaster Babe and Wind-Up Toy are shouted out)
Hotdog: How about "Athena"?
Helo: Wait, wait, wait, wait. What was that?
Hotdog: You know, the Goddess of Wisdom and War. Usually accompanied by the Goddess of Victory?
[Baltar talks religion with D'Anna while she takes a short break from torturing him.]
Baltar: I'm a scientist. And as a scientist, I believe if God exists, our knowledge of him is imperfect. Why? Because the stories and myths we have are the products of men, the passage of time. The religion you practice is based on a theory, impossible to prove. Yet you bestow it with absolutes like, "There is no such thing as coincidence."
D'Anna/Number Three: It's called faith.
Baltar: Absolute belief in God's will means there's a reason for everything. Everything! And yet you can't help ask yourself how God can allow death and destruction. And then despise yourself for asking. But the truth is, if we knew God's will, we'd all be gods, wouldn't we??
[Virtual Six has mind-sex with Baltar, while in reality he is being tortured and yells back to her.]
Virtual Six: Look at me. Look at me, Gaius. Do you want me to believe you're worth saving? Do you? Do you? Say it.
Baltar: I want you to believe in me! Don't stop! Don't stop! Please, please don't stop! You have to believe in me! You're all I have left!
Virtual Six: Now tell me you believe in me. Tell me you believe in my strength.
Baltar: I believe in you! I believe in you! [D'Anna stops hurting him, totally confused, and he smiles at her/Six dreamily.] I love you with all my heart.
Sharon: I made a choice to wear a uniform, to be a person.
Helo: You were a person before you put on that uniform, okay? You were a person before I fell in love with you. You don't have to prove that.
Sharon: I have to prove it every day.
Helo: I'm not a traitor. I love my people. I love this ship. Besides you, the first thing I want to see on any morning is the lights of that CIC. But I did what I thought was right. If it was a mistake, fine, I can live with that. It's you I can't live without.
Tigh: I’ll tell you a dirty little secret. The toughest part of getting played is losing your dignity. Feeling like you are not worth the oxygen you are sucking down. You get used to it. You start to believe it. You start to love it. It’s like a bottle that never runs dry, you can keep reaching for it over and over and over again...
Adama: So how do you put that bottle away, Saul?
Tigh: I don’t know. One day, you just decide to... get up and walk out of your room.
Laura Roslin:[walks over to Adama] Didn't expect you to find you playing in the sand.
Adama: It's not sand it's alluvial deposits, this used to be the river mouth.
Laura Rosiln: And you just had to take off your shoes and play in the alluvial deposits. How romantic.
Adama: When you stand on this deck, you be ready to fight, or you dishonor the reason why we're here. Now remember this: When you fight a man, he's not your friend. Same goes when you lead men. I forgot that once. I let you get too close. All of you. I dropped my guard. I gave some of you breaks, let some of you go, before the fight was really over. I let this crew and this family disband. And we paid the price in lives. That can't happen again.
Tigh: All right, this dance is over. Get your booze and your dog tags and let's get out of here.
Starbuck: So what, you're just gonna call it?
Tigh: Not enough excitement for one night for you, Captain?
Starbuck: [to Apollo, as he leaves] Hey. Hey! Where the frak do you think you're going?
Apollo: It's over, Kara.
Starbuck: So what? You have the guts to try and frak another man's woman but not to fight one? I wonder if Dee knew what she was getting. Think she would have settled for sloppy seconds? [Apollo punches her in the face.]Truth stings, don't it?
Apollo: You want a fight, Captain. You got it.
[Flash to New Caprica]
Starbuck: Check it out. It's a great place for a house.
Apollo: So you're really gonna give up flying.
Starbuck: Ah, flying's gonna suck now anyway. Lots of training, endless CAPs. The war's over. So's all the good stuff.
Apollo: Gimme a tour of the future life of Kara Anders.
Starbuck: I'm not getting married.
Apollo: Well, then - then what's the point, Kara? I mean, you love him, right?
Starbuck: Where are we going with this, Lee?
Apollo: Well, now, that's the question, isn't it- where are we going? I mean, what if this- this is it? The rest of your life, Kara. Is this how you want to spend it? Is this who you want to spend it with?
[Flash to the match]
Anders: What's going on?
Dualla: What's it look like?
Anders: Looks like they're trying to kill each other.
Dualla: That's one perspective.
[Flash to Starbuck and Apollo alone together on New Caprica. They kiss, then make love.]
Starbuck: [laughs] Well, that makes things more complicated.
Starbuck: What are we gonna do?
Apollo: What are we gonna do? We accept it. Tomorrow, I tell Dee, you tell Sam.
Starbuck: Just like that?
Apollo: Just like that.
Starbuck: I don't know.
Apollo: Yeah, we tell them how we feel. We shout it to the skies.
Starbuck: Yeah, right. Mm-hmm.
Apollo: Well, you… You don't think I will?
Starbuck: Mm-mm. [giggles]
Apollo: [Stands up] MY NAME IS LEE ADAMA, AND I LOVE KARA THRACE!!
Starbuck: [laughing] Calm down!
Apollo: Well, it's not like anybody'll hear. We're in your cabin in the forest, right?
Starbuck: Ah. [giggles]
Apollo: I LOVE KARA THRACE! AND I DON'T CARE WHO FRAKKING KNOWS!
Starbuck: Oh, you're crazy. Get down.
Apollo: Well, come on. I'm not gonna stop until you get up and do it too.
Starbuck: I can't.
Apollo: I'm gonna- Okay, here we go again. Lee Adama…
Starbuck: Okay, shh! [She stands] Okay. Ka - [gasps] KARA THRACE LOVES LEE ADAMA! [They kiss. Starbuck stops smiling and looks serious.]
[Lee Adama just found out from Admiral Adama that Starbuck and Anders got married earlier in the morning. Lee sees the newlyweds coming to him.]
Anders: Hey, man. Did you hear the news? We're hitched. We got married. Can you believe it?
Apollo: No. No, I can't believe it.
Anders: Yeah. No, it was crazy. She comes down, and she wakes me up. She pops the question, she drags me down to the priest, and, bang, like that, we're married.
Apollo: So it was your idea.
Starbuck: Yeah. It was my idea.
Anders: Do you guys…Do you guys want a minute to, uh, you know, talk?
Apollo: Congratulations, Sam.
Apollo: And good luck. You're gonna need it.
[Apollo immediately walks over to Dualla and begins kissing her. Flashing back to the fight, both Starbuck and Apollo are bloody and exhausted, but still throwing punches at each other between flashes of memories. Finally, they embrace, both in flashes of memories and in the ring, in front of Dualla, Sam, and everyone watching the fight.]
Baltar: [During interrogation about Virtual Six] She chose me. Chose me over all men. Chosen to be seduced. Taken by the hand. Guided between the Light and the Dark. But is she an angel or is she a demon? Is she imaginary or is she real? Is she my own voice or the voice of..
Adama: You took the Cylons to the Temple. To the Eye of Jupiter. What did it tell them? What did it tell them about Earth?
Baltar: I wasn't looking for..
Adama: What were you looking for, doctor? What were you looking for?
Baltar: Their faces but they wouldn't show them to me.
Roslin: Their faces? Whose faces?
Baltar: Five. Final Five.
Roslin: The Final Five.. Cylons?
Baltar: I thought I might be one of them. I told them I wanted to be one of them.
[Helo and Hot Dog are at a briefing in the ready room. Sitting next to each other, Helo notices Hot Dog scratching near his groin area]
Helo: What's the matter with you?
Hot Dog: Sorry, I've got the weirdest rash.
Helo: Really? [Helo looks askance at Hot Dog] I hope she was worth it buddy!
[Helo gets up and moves one seat over to the aisle seat. Athena, overhearing the exchange, moves with her husband simultaneously over to her aisle seat directly behind Helo while also giving Hot Dog a humorously wary look and a smile.]
Chief Tyrol: I've known people from Aerelon. You don't sound anything like them.
Gaius Baltar: I don't sound like I'm from Aerelon?
Baltar: Well, you know, I take that as a particular compliment. I don't know about you, but I've always founds the Aerelon dialect to be particularly hard on the ears. [affects a Yorkshire accent] Something about the consonants that scrape the back of the throat. [murmurs] Of course, I should know an awful lot about my native tongue; I spent hours on end trying to overcome it. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a ten-year-old boy to change the way he speaks? To unlearn everything he ever learned so that one day, one day there might be the small hope that he might be considered as not comin' from Aerelon? Maybe... I don't know... [switches back to Received Pronunciation.] Caprica. Caprican. Oh, to be Caprican. The seat of politics, culture, art, science, learning. And what was Aerelon, just a drab, ugly rock condemned to be the food basket for the Twelve Worlds. And that's how we were treated: like servants, like laborers, like working class. You know, you'd have fitted right in there, Chief. Lots of men who [switches back to Yorkshire accent] liked to work with their hands and, grab a pint down t'pub, and finish off the evening with a good old-fashioned fight.[switches back to Received Pronunciation] Oh yes, I left Aerelon after my eighteenth birthday. I turned my back on my family, on my heritage. All of them. 'Course it doesn't matter, that. They're all dead now.
[Baltar and Lampkin are discussing the upcoming trial]
Baltar: Caprica Six. I'm worried about her. She's the key. They can use her to completely destroy me. We need to get to her. We need to know what she's thinking. We need to.. talk to her. Tell her.. Tell her that I love her very much. I am thinking about her a lot.
Lampkin: I can sense that, yes.
[Adama and Apollo argue after the assassination attempt]
Adama: What the hell were you doing out there? I gave you an order. To do a job.
Apollo: Excuse me, I was doing my job.
Adama: Yeah, being led around by the nose! That bastard yanked your chain and you jumped.
Apollo: He wanted files from the Colonial One.
Adama: It was the middle of the night.
Apollo: You assigned me to security.
Adama: Yeah. And there was a bomb on that ship and you missed it.
[Apollo details the security policy]
Apollo: You take a good look at this room. Every time you leave, memorize it. If anything changes, don't touch it. A book moves, shoes in a wrong place, something smells different, you get the frak out. Someone knocks, don't answer the door, don't open the door. Look, you have to do what I say.
Lampkin : If they wanna kill me, they'll find a way. Now, who do I have to bribe to see the Cylon woman?
[Lampkin visits Caprica Six]
Caprica Six: Did he ask about me? Gaius?
Lampkin: [removes his sunglasses] He wanted to know if you're well. He wanted you to know that he misses you.. Loves you. Because he can't be here to tell you, he gave me this, a gift to you. [takes out Baltar's pen and gives it to Six] He uses that at the risk of grave reprisal to express his feelings, to put his world into some kind of recognizable order. To be heard. He's kept it hidden because he knows he will not get another. [Caprica Six takes the pen and caresses it] He wants you to have it. Because without you it has no meaning. He wants you to have it because he would do anything, ANYTHING to be with you again.
Caprica Six: Well, that's a shame isn't it? [gives back the pen] Since they'll never let me keep it.
Lampkin: You understand that your days are owned and tallied by those people, the ones out there watching us. [points to the glass] I think you realize what's likely to become of you. I couldn't help you if they paid me ten times what they offered me for Baltar. You won't get a trial. Not even a bad one. So I have to ask you, does your love hurt as much as mine?
[Defense attorney Romo Lampkin's letter to Gaius Baltar]
There is no greater ally, no force more powerful, no enemy more resolved, than a son who chooses to step from his father's shadow.
Lampkin: It's obvious my client is guilty. He's a traitor. And a killer. He's no better than a Cylon and what do we do with them?
Audience: Throw them out the airlock!
Lampkin: That's right! Throw them out the airlock. This man sold us to our enemy. This man is our enemy and if there's one thing that is good in a war, that is right and just and proper: it's slaughtering our enemy! Getting some righteous payback!
[Baltar and Lampkin are discussing options after Roslin's testimony with Lee idly listening to them]
Baltar: We need to find something, anything that can discredit her testimony. She's a fanatic, right. I don't know if that's gonna..
Lampkin: [glances at Lee] You're awfully quiet.
Lee: Just listening.
Lampkin: You see, your problem is that I'm a really good liar and you're not. So let's have it.
Lee: Have what?
Baltar: My gods he's right, you do know something. You know something and you're not saying.
Lee: It's probably not even true.
Lampkin: I like it already.
[Lee asks Adama about Roslin]
Adama: After what you did to Tigh, you're the last person I'd confide in.
Lee: Me? I didn't do anything to Tigh. He was drunk. It's really not my fault.
Adama: You told Lampkin about Ellen.
Lee: I didn't even know about Ellen.
Adama: Yeah, right.
Lee: You're calling me a liar?
Adama: I'm calling you a liar and a coward. One who doesn't have the guts to go after the man himself. Instead you hand the shiv to a stranger. Let him stab Tigh in the back. And for what? Traitor, piece of garbage, Gaius Baltar. Doesn't even deserve a trial.
[Lee is resigning]
Lee: I refuse to serve under a man who questions my integrity.
Lampkin: Why do you believe that the defendant, Gaius Baltar, deserves to be acquitted?
Lee: Well, because the evidence does not support the charges.
Lampkin: Come on...
Lee: Did the defendant make mistakes? Sure he did, serious mistakes, but did he actually commit any crimes? Did he commit treason? No. It was an impossible situation. When the Cylons arrived what could he possibly do? What could anyone have done? I mean, ask yourself, what would you have done? What would you have done? If he had refused to surrender, the Cylons would've probably nuked the planet, right then and there. So did he appear to co-operate with the Cylons? Sure, so did hundreds of others. What's the difference between him and them? The President issued a blanket pardon. They were all forgiven, no questions asked. Colonel Tigh? Colonel Tigh used suicide bombers, killed dozens of people, forgiven. Lieutenant Agathon and chief Tyrol murdered an officer on the Pegasus, forgiven. The admiral? The admiral instituted a military coup d'etat against the President, forgiven. And me? Well, where do I begin? I shot down a civilian passenger ship, the Olympic Carrier, over a thousand people on board, forgiven. I raised my weapon to a superior officer, committed an act of mutiny, forgiven. And then on the very day when Baltar surrendered to those Cylons, I, as commander of Pegasus, jumped away! I left everybody on that planet, alone, undefended for months. I even tried to persuade the admiral never to return, to abandon you all there for good. If I'd had my way nobody would have made it off that planet. I'm the coward, I'm the traitor, I'm forgiven. I'd say we're very forgiving of mistakes. We make our own laws now, our own justice, and we've been pretty creative with ways to let people off the hook. For everything from theft to murder. And we've had to be, because we're not a civilization anymore, we are a gang, and we're on the run, and we have to fight to survive. We have to break rules, we have to bend laws, we have to improvise! But not this time, no, not this time, not for Gaius Baltar. No, you, you have to die! You have to die, because, well, because we don't like you very much. Because you're arrogant, because you're weak, because you're a coward, and we, the mob, want to throw you out the airlock because you didn't stand up to the Cylons and get yourself killed in the process! That's justice now! You should've been killed back on New Caprica, but since you had the temerity to live, we're going to execute you now. That's justice!
[crowd murmurs angrily]
Judge: Order, order!
Lee: This case, this case is built on emotion, on anger, bitterness, vengeance, but most of all it's built on shame. It's about the shame of what we did to ourselves back on that planet. It's about the guilt of those of us who ran away, who ran away. And we are trying to dump all of that guilt and all that shame onto one man, and then flush him out the airlock, and just hope that that gets rid of it all. So that we can live with ourselves. But that won't work. That won't work. That's not justice, not to me. Not to me.
Lampkin: No further questions.
[Lampkin is limping along the corridor after the trial]
Lee: Romo, one thing. When you put me on the stand, did you know what was gonna happen?
Lampkin: [Stops walking] I knew you were an honest man, Mister Adama. Much unlike your grandfather. [Leaves his cane, puts on his sunglasses, smiles and walks away without any limp]
[Tyrol, Tigh, Anders, and Tory are all hearing a strange music and begin putting lyrics to it]
Galen Tyrol: There must be some kind of way out of here.
Saul Tigh: Said the Joker to the thief.
Samuel Anders: There's too much confusion here.
Tory Forster: I can't get no relief.
[As the four newly-revealed Cylons aboard Galactica struggle to deal with the information, the call to action stations sounds]
Lieutenant Felix Gaeta:[over the loudspeaker] Inbound Cylon fleet! I repeat: action stations, action stations. Set Condition One throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
Tory Foster: Oh gods... what're we going to do?
Saul Tigh: The ship is under attack. We do our jobs. Report to your stations!
Galen Tyrol: Report to stations?
Tigh: My name is Saul Tigh. I am an officer in the Colonial Fleet. Whatever else I am, whatever else it means, that's the man I want to be. And if I die today, that's the man I'll be.
[Lee sees an unknown ship close by. It turns out to be a Viper MKII, with someone familiar in the cockpit]
Starbuck: Hi Lee.
Starbuck: [laughs] Don't freak out, it really is me. It's gonna be okay, I've been to Earth. I know where it is, and I'm gonna take us there.
Kendra Shaw: You're born, you live and you die. There are no do-overs, no second chances to make things right if you frak 'em up the first time. Not in this life anyway. [...] Like I said, you make your choices and you live with them. And in end you are those choices.
Cain: Sometimes, we have to leave people behind, so that we can go on. So that we can continue to fight. Sometimes, we have to do things that we never thought we were capable of, if only to show the enemy our will. Yesterday, you showed me that you were capable of setting aside your fear, setting aside your hesitation, and even your revulsion -- every natural inhibition that during battle can mean the difference between life and death. When you can be this for as long as you have to be, then you're a razor. This war is forcing us all to become razors because if we don't, we don't survive. And then we don't have the luxury of becoming simply human again.
The First Hybrid: At last, they’ve come for me. I feel their lives, their destinies spilling out before me. The denial of the one true path, played out on a world not their own, will end soon enough. Soon there will be four, glorious in awakening, struggling with the knowledge of their true selves, the pain of revelation bringing new clarity, and in the midst of confusion, he will find her. Enemies brought together by impossible longing, enemies now joined as one. The way forward at once unthinkable, yet inevitable. And the fifth, still in shadow, will claw toward the light, hungering for redemption that will only come in the howl of terrible suffering. I can see them all. The seven, now six, self-described machines who believe themselves without sin, but in time, it is sin that will consume them. They will know enmity, bitterness, the wrenching agony of the one splintering into the many, and then they will join the promised land, gathered on the wings of an angel. Not an end, but a beginning.
The first Hybrid: Come in, Major. I've been waiting for you for a long time.
Shaw: You're what all this is about, aren't you? What are you?
The first Hybrid: What am I? A man? Or am I a machine? My children believe I am a god.
Shaw: Are you ... a god?
The first Hybrid: I have seen things. Your life, Kendra Shaw. The things you have done. Things you felt you had to do. All leading to this moment. You wish to be forgiven, my child. ... Do you wish to be forgiven?
The first Hybrid: Then come up closer. There's something I have to tell you. Come. [Grabs her arm] Kara Thrace will lead the human race to its end.
The first Hybrid: She is the herald of the apocalypse. The harbinger of death. They must not follow her.
[The first Hybrid and Shaw, just before Shaw detonates the nuclear warhead]
The first Hybrid: As my own existence comes to a close, only to begin anew, in ways uncertain.
Shaw: You're scared, aren't you, mother-frakker? You should be.
The first Hybrid: All this has happened before, and it will happen again...again...again...again...again...again...again...again...again
William Adama: I've been going through Cain's log and from a tactical perspective it's hard to find fault in anything she did. Or that Kendra Shaw did.
Lee Adama: They butchered innocent civilians, Dad. Come on. How can you ignore that?
William Adama: I know that I didn't have to face any of the situations that she did. I had the President in my face, arguing for the survival of the civilian fleet. I've Colonel Tigh keeping me honest, balancing my morality and my tactics. And I had you. Now...you don't have any children, so you might not understand this, but you see yourself reflected in their eyes. And there are some things that I've thought of doing with this fleet, but I've stopped myself, because I knew I'd have to face you the following day.
William Adama: Saul. Saul! What the hell is wrong with you?
Saul Tigh: Nothing, Bill. [Tigh pulls out a gun and aims it at Adama.] I've never felt better in my entire life. [Tigh shoots Adama through his right eye.]
Gaeta: Sir, the Cylon strike force has just turned back to their ships. Baseships are spinning up.
Tigh: They're pulling out.
Adama: I'd do the same damn thing before they change their mind. Helo, have our fighters cover our withdrawal.
Helo: Yes, sir.
Tigh: They had us. Game over. Why the hell did they let us go?
Tory: Maybe something's changed.
Thrace: When I woke up orbiting Earth I just figured it's some crazy dream. I went in following the heavy raider. I mean maybe the Cylons pulled me out of the suit.. Captured me, brainwashed me. On Caprica they experimented on me. I mean did they take pieces of me.. Is it possible that they grew me, another me in a petri dish.. Implanted me with the memories or it with the memories, or.. I don't know.
Anders: No, no no no. Hey, no. Kara, no. Listen to me. If you're a Cylon, then you've been one from the beginning.
Thrace: Like Boomer. Spend my entire life thinking I'm one thing..
Anders: ..And then you wake up one day and discover you're another. Still doesn't change who you really are. Still doesn't change the fact that I love you, no matter what.
Thrace: You are a better person than I am because if I found out that you're a Cylon I'd put a bullet between your eyes.
Virtual Six: Yesterday you were facing execution. Today, you're free. Why the long face?
Baltar: Oh, gee, I don't know. From President of the Colonies to this... King of fools. Probably best to be hated by everyone than loved by this lot, doomed to live out the rest of my life in this looney bin. I don't know, that might have something to do with my rather savage mood swings.
Virtual Six: Relax Gaius. Do you think I've brought you this far to let it end here?
Baltar: I need encouragement. A ray of hope about the future. An inkling.
Virtual Six: You've got me. I'm here for you.
Baltar: Please God. I'm not asking You this one last time. Don't let this child die. Has he sinned against You? He can't have sinned against You. He's not even had a life yet. How can You take him and let me live. After all I've done. Really, if You want someone to suffer, take me. We both know I deserve it. I've been selfish and weak. I have failed so many people. And I have killed. I'm not asking for Your forgiveness. I'm just asking that You spare the life of this innocent child. Don't take him. Take me. Take me, take me, please.
Adama: [on Kara Thrace's words] What if she's telling the truth? She was supposed to die out there. She didn't. I can't explain it. What if she was meant to help us? And this was a--
Roslin: A what? A miracle? Is that what you want to call this? Go ahead,say it. Grab your piece of the golden arrow. I want to hear admiral atheist say that a miracle happened.
Adama: You shot at her and missed at close range.
Roslin: Doloxan fraks with your aim.
Adama: So does doubt.
Number One: Look at yourselves: millions of Twos have that nose, millions of Sixes posses that mouth, Eights share those breasts and Ones have this brain. We're mechanized copies. There's a reason the original programmers clearly felt that it is a mistake for us to contact the Final Five!
Adama: [reading the opening of Love and Bullets]"It started like it always did. With a body. This one was in the river, and I could tell she had once been beautiful, but this bullet and fast current had taken away from her. All we are, or that we think we are, all that we are certain about, is taken away from us. When you've worked the streets and seen what I've seen, you become more and more convinced of it every day. Caprica City has been my teacher, my mistress. From the moment I opened my eyes, she is in my blood, like cheap wine. Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret. I'll never be free of her, nor do I wanna be, for she is what I am. All that is, should always be."
Lee: Well, sometimes a benevolent tyrant is exactly what you need.
Zarek: No. A tyrant craves power for its own sake. And all Laura wants is to save us all.
Number One: Just remember, they started it.
Boomer: But we're killing them, I mean truly killing them. My own sisters.
Number One: They can trust their God to watch over their immortal souls.
Boomer: But what about ours?
Number One: We're machines, dear, remember. We don't have souls.
Anders: You know, some of us actually volunteered for this mission.
Thrace: "Some" meaning you. Because that's what this is about, Sam. You know what the deal is, with us, with our marriage? It didn't make much sense to begin with. Makes even less now.
Anders: I don't buy that. I don't think you believe a single, frakking word you're saying. You're just scared. (indicates his and Kara's matching arm tattoos) You see that, mhh? You see this? Remember those? You remember when we got 'em? That's what's real, ok. That's part of who we are. That is a part of what you are, whether you will admit it or not.
Thrace: Dumb motherfrakker. I only married you because it was safe and it was easy, Sam. And you were just pathetic enough to go along with it. So get the frak out! [She shoves him out] Sam, get out! Get out! Leave, come on! Get out! [Anders takes her by the arms and holds her. They are almost kissing] I don't want to fight, Sam. I wanna frak. You don't get it, do you? I'm not the same girl you married. All I wanna do right now is frak. Really frak, like it's the end of the world and nothing else matters. So come on, Sam, make me feel something. I dare you. [Anders shoves her away, then gives her a second shove onto the bunk bed]
Caprica-Six: I want the pain. It's how I learn. I was instrumental in the destruction of humanity, but at the same time I learned, because...because I fell in love...with a human man, and he was mortal and fallible. And he had this incredible pride in himself. He thought he knew everything there was to know. And I loved him, with my whole heart. And then one day, I realized I wouldn't have him forever. I understood what I'd done. How I betrayed him and humanity. And that pain taught me to understand death. Baltar could die. And I loved him. Baltar's heart was ephemeral. Baltar's body was fragile in my hands.
Roslin: Lee has no idea. He really has no idea. There are pragmatic realities he refuses to face.
Adama: Well, that's a problem of course. He'd say what he thinks is right.
Roslin: Well yeah. He is Lee. Thing is, it probably is the right thing, but...sometimes the right thing is a luxury. And it can have profoundly dangerous consequences. And it's almost as if he doesn't want that to be true.
Baltar: I am not a priest. I've never even been a particularly good man. I am in fact a profoundly selfish man. But that doesn't matter, you see. Something in the universe loves me. Something in the universe loves the entity that is me. I would choose to call this something "God", a singular spark that dwells in the soul of every living being. If you look inside yourself you will find that spark too. You will. But you have to look deep. Love your faults. Embrace them. If God embraces them, then how can they be faults? Love yourself. You have to love yourself. If we don't love ourselves, how can we love others? And when we know what we are, then we can find the truth out about others, seek what they are; the truth about them. And you know what the truth is? The truth about them? About you? About me? Do you? The truth is, we're all perfect. Just as we are. God only loves that which is perfect and he loves you. He loves you because you are perfect. You are perfect. Just as you are.
Leoben: The same thing I've always wanted. For her to understand her destiny.
Anders: That's not good enough.
Leoben: It's good enough for her. What is the most basic article of faith? That this is not all that we are. [Starts laughing] C-Bucs rule.
Anders: What did you just say?
Leoben: Forward guard, right? I saw a couple of games. You were good. Yet after all the celebrity and acclaim, what were you? Just another face selling magazines, another piece of scoreboard trivia. You always knew you were destined for more. You were just waiting for your singular moment of clarity.
Galen Tyrol:All I know is if there is a God, he's laughin' his ass off.
Hybrid: Thus will it come to pass. The Dying Leader will know the truth of the Opera House. The missing Three will give you the Five, who've come from the Home of the Thirteenth. You are the Harbinger of Death, Kara Thrace. You will lead them all to their End. End of line.
[Roslin, Adama, Tigh and Helo are discussing destroying the hub]
Roslin: Imagine, once they're gone they can't come back. Mortal enemies.
Helo: Before we blow the Hub we need to get a team in, to unbox D'Anna.
Tigh: Well no, maybe we just don't. Maybe we just forget the godsdamn Boxing Facility.
Adama: Lie to the rebels?
Tigh: Well, they're lying to us!
Natalie: The humans are never going to allow us to have the Final Five and go our own way.
Number Eight: Are you sure of this?
Natalie: Not entirely. I'd rather be wrong but we need insurance.
Number Two/Leoben: Trust has to begin somewhere.
Natalie: Not with us. It's our ship. When we jump, we take control of it with the Centurions. We carry out the mission as promised. But when we return, we take hostages. The humans on this ship will stay on this ship until we have the Five. We've changed but the humans haven't. We've come too far to risk everything on their trust.
Roslin: I don't really care if you have to spend the night on your knees praying, or just on your knees. I want a name. I want to know who's responsible for these lies.
Tory: You've been lying. About the President sharing visions with Cylons.
Baltar: That happens to be the God's honest truth.
Tory: Sorry. I can't accept what you've done.
Baltar: What I've done? Wha.. Where's this coming from?
Tory: These rumors you've started. You've seen what they've done to her.
Baltar: You seriously believe that I'm making all this up? I'm not saying that I'm not capable but why would I?
Natalie: When I spoke to the Quorum, I could feel it. The contempt.
Number Two/Leoben: Then you were right. They're not ready to trust us.
Natalie: No, I was wrong. We're not ready. We're deceiving them.
Number Eight: For protection. For necessity.
Natalie: Out of suspicion and fear. Why haven't the Final Five come forward? What if they're watching, judging us by our actions? We're about to resort to violence and coercion. What if they refuse to come with us? We can't do this.
Number Two/Leoben: It's too late.
Natalie: We have to order the Centurions to stand down.
Number Two/Leoben: It's too late. They're committed.
Natalie: Then we have to tell the humans the truth.
Number Eight: No! You can't do that! They'll never trust us again. They already know the coordinates. They'll just go and destroy everything.
Leoben: Go. Stall for time. Talk to Adama. Tell him anything. Anything but the truth. I'll deal with the Centurions.
Lampkin: Lee said you once gave him something before a mission, a lighter.
Adama: Belonged to my father. Foolish to think a hunk of metal could keep him safe.
Lampkin: And yet that's what we do isn't it. Hang onto hope in every hopelessly irrational way that we can, but not like those poor bastards, giving away their luck just when they need it most. Its like they've given up.
Adama: If you've never been in combat you have no idea what they are thinking.
Lampkin: I always imagined you a realist, Admiral. Not one to indulge a vain hope at the cost of lives, but then everyone has his limits. Sine qua non as they say.
Adama: Without which not.
Lampkin: Yes, those things we deem essential, without which we cannot bear living. Without which life in general loses its specific value. Becomes, abstract.
Adama: You may have a point counselor.
Lampkin: Well, while I'm on a roll, Tom Zarek may not be an ideal president, but we could do worse.
Adama: You're right, there are limits to my realism. Goodbye counselor.
Boomer: It's the Rebel Baseship. I think they're gonna attack! They're gonna blow the hub!
Number One: That would be mass murder. Death would be permanent for all of us! They've gone insane.
D'Anna: Permanent death? Well that makes this a lot more meaningful. [Snaps Number One's neck]
Laura Roslin: What is your guilt about?
Dr. Gaius Baltar: I have no guilt.
Roslin: What was your guilt about?
Baltar: I gave the access codes to the Cylons. They wiped out most of humanity. Of course I didn't know that's what I was doing at the time. And when I realized what I had done, the magnitude, in that moment I was saved. I was loved, by God. Looking back, I think I was rewarded.
Baltar: Pythia talks about a flood. Wiped out most of humanity. Nobody blames the flood. Flood is a force of Nature. Through Flood mankind is rejuvenated, born again. I was another Flood. You see, I blamed myself. I blamed myself. But God made the man that made that choice. God made us all perfect. And in that thought, all my guilt flies away. Flies away like a bird.
D'Anna Biers: Suppose you've got some questions for me.
Roslin: Yes I do. I'd like to talk about the five Cylons in my fleet.
D'Anna: So you know about the Final Five?
Roslin: I know they're supposed to know the way to Earth.
D'Anna: But you don't know that you're one of them. [Roslin freezes shocked; Biers bursts out laughing] Please...your face! [Roslin looks relieved and smirks] Oh, it's ridiculous. No. Look, I'm not giving you any names. Not until I feel like I'm safe. 'Cause information is all I got, sweetie.
Gaius Baltar: Laura. There's been something I've been meaning to say to you. I wanted to thank you.
Laura Roslin: For what?
Baltar: Essentially, for not murdering me. That can't have been an easy decision to make. But I love living. I love living, and I wanted to thank you for saving my life.
Roslin: I wouldn't be so grateful if I were you. You should know that I told the Admiral that if D'Anna doesn't back down, he should blow the ship to pieces.
Baltar: You what?
[Tigh comes to Adama's quarters just before the extremely risky attempt to rescue the Baseship hostages begins]
Colonel Saul Tigh: Bill, you gotta scrub this mission.
Admiral William Adama: What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be in the CIC.
Tigh: The Cylons will kill every godsdamn hostage before we put one pair of boots aboard their ship. Laura Roslin will be the next to die, Bill.
Adama: I'm looking for options. You got one?
Tigh: Yeah. I should've told you when I first found out, but I didn't have the guts.
Adama: What's wrong with you, Saul?
Tigh: You remember back at the nebula when I told you about that frakking music? I thought it was in the ship. I was wrong. It was a signal. Some kind of crazy, frakked-up Cylon signal switched me on. I can't turn it off.
Adama:[not wanting to understand] Switched you on.
Tigh: Like Boomer. I'm one of the Five.
Adama: The Five.
Tigh: One of the Cylons D'Anna's after.
Adama: [rising from his desk] Quit frakking with me. Colonel, I've known you for 30 years. When I met you, you had hair. I've never heard of a Cylon aging.
Tigh: Doesn't mean they don't. Before the attack on the Colonies, we didn't know the skinjobs existed. Turns out there's another kind of Cylon we didn't know about, and I'm one of them.
Adama:[desperate] On New Caprica, you were in captivity. They did something to you, they... An implant, a post-hypnotic suggestion that makes you feel this way. Let's go talk to Doc Cottle...
Tigh:[grabs Adama by the shoulders] Listen to me! It is not a delusion. It is not a chip in my head. I am a Cylon. I've fooled you for months now. I didn't want to, but I did.
Adama: Get your hands off of me.
Tigh:[releasing him] If I'd had the guts to airlock myself when I first found out, we wouldn't be in this mess. But that's the way out. Not this suicidal attack. I am one of the Final Five. D'Anna will back down if you threaten to flush me out an airlock.
[After learning that the truth about Tigh being a Cylon, Adama is reduced to a sobbing wreck in his son's arms]
Lee Adama: Okay. Dad, Dad, Dad, listen. No one suspected. No one. Not with his record, what he did on New Caprica. His eye, what happened to his wife... [tries to haul his father back to his feet] Come on, let's get up.
William Adama: What have I done? All the people I've sent to die, for what? For what?
Lee: For Earth.
Adama: There is no Earth. It's a frakking joke. There is no Earth.
Lee: Okay, Dad, listen to me. Listen to me! Pull it together.
Adama: I can't.
Lee: Yes you can!
Adama: I can't... I can't kill him. I can't kill the bastard. I can't. I can't.
Lee: Okay, Dad. It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay. I'll take care of it.
Adama: This is the end of the line. We’ve got no where else to go. And if we give the alliance too much time it’ll fall apart again. We gotta roll the hard six. We all go together and as fast as we can.
[The humans and Cylons stand on the irradiated soil of a desolate, deserted beach, right next to a ruined city]
[President Laura Roslin just saw the irradiated landscape]
Roslin: It's perfect. We traded one nuked civilization for another.
[Starbuck and Leoben just found a crashed Viper, where she sees a corpse looking like her]
Starbuck: If you've got an explanation for this, now's the time.
Leoben: I don't have one. I was wrong...about Earth.
Kara: Your Hybrid told me something. Said that I was the harbinger of death, that I would lead us all to our end.
Leoben: She told you that? [Leoben runs away]
Starbuck: Is it true? Is it true? If that's me lying there, then what am I?? What am I?! What am I?
[Roslin sits alone on the floor; she calmly lights one page of a book on fire and begins turning the rest of the pages into the flame one by one. Admiral Adama enters]
Adama: We've gotta do something. Morale's going down the toilet. [sees the book] What are you doing? [realizes what the book is] Pythian prophecy. [sits down beside Roslin] Cottle told me that you didn't show up for your Doloxan treatment.
Roslin:[flatly] That's right.
Adama: Do you wanna tell me why?
Roslin: I didn't feel like it.
Adama: You're gonna reschedule.
Roslin: I don't think so.
Adama: Laura, you need your treatments.
Roslin: No, I don't.
Adama: What are you doing? Are you just gonna lie down and quit? You're the one who made me believe in this-
Roslin: You shouldn't have listened to me. When the Cylons first attacked, you should've held your ground and kept fighting. Because I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. And all those people who listened, and they trusted me, and they followed me, all those people... they're dead. [Adama reaches out to stop her burning the book, but she brushes his hand away] Don't. Stop. Stop. [breaking down] Don't touch me. Just go. [Adama walks out of the room] Burn. Just burn.
[After a pleasant evening with Lee Adama, Dualla happily looks at herself in a mirror with Gaeta nearby]
Anastasia "Dee" Dualla: What?
Felix Gaeta: You're glowing.
Dee: Am I?
Gaeta: All I can think of is that waste of a planet.
Dee: Felix, please... I just want to hang on to this feeling for as long as I can.
Gaeta: Okay. [hobbles over to stand next to her and indicates a photo of Dee as a little girl] Look at that. Little Ana's got her smile back.
Dee: Sometimes I don't even remember that's me. So long ago... she has no frakking idea what's ahead of her.
Gaeta: Yeah. None of us do.
[He limps out the door. Dee, still smiling and humming to herself, watches him go before pulling out a gun and shooting herself in the head.]
Tigh: You'd better get back to your ship, the fleet is about to jump.
D'Anna: [Sighs] No, I'm not going. All of this is just going to happen again, and again, and again... So I'm getting off this merry-go-round. I'm gonna die here with the bones of my ancestors and it beats the hell out of being out there with Cavil. I'm gonna die in the cold and the dark before Cavil catches up with us.
Tigh: I wouldn't count the old man out. He'll find us all.
D'Anna: [Sighs] Don't you ever want to stop fighting it, Colonel? Huh? Don't you just want to stop all this?
Helo: Athena tells me the upgrades should...triple the Fleet's jump capacity.
Tyrol: Absolutely. And that's conservative. Their technology-our technology, is way ahead of ours. Yours.
Tigh: Maybe you'd like a chart to keep it all straight?
Baltar: What have you done to deserve this punishment? What sins have you committed? What dark thoughts have you harbored, that condemn you, condemn you, to wander through the universe without hope, without light.So you have to ask yourself - What kind of a father abandons his own children to despair and loneliness? Perhaps we are not the ones in need of forgiveness. Perhaps we're not. Perhaps we have been wrong. Perhaps it is God who should come down here and beg for OUR forgiveness! Am I right? Am I right?
Adama: You know, there are days that I really hate this job.
Hot Dog: I don't know anything about being a father.
[Gaeta's marines take control of CIC, killing Private Jaffe in the process]
Lt. Felix Gaeta: Admiral Adama, I am removing you from command of this ship and I am taking you into custody on the charge of treason.
Admiral William Adama: You swore an oath when you put that uniform on. You pledged to defend this ship and her crew.
Gaeta: [furiously] You swore the same allegiance! What happened to your oath? For seven years, I have done my frakking job and for what? [indicates Colonel Saul Tigh] To take orders from a Cylon? To let machines network our ship? No, you... you are not the leader you were when we started. You're just a sad old man who has let his heart and his affection for a Cylon cloud his judgment.
Adama: I want you all to understand this! If you do this, there will be no forgiveness. No amnesty. This boy [referring to Jaffe] died honoring his uniform. You, you'll die with nothing.
[Starbuck shoots a Marine just before he can execute Lee Adama]
Kara "Starbuck" Thrace: Take it from someone who died once: it's no fun. Let him go.
Hamish "Skulls" McCall: Frak you.
Starbuck: [shoots McCall and draws a second gun]I can do this all day. Who's next? Racetrack? Conner?
[Adama and Tigh are escorted to the brig by two Marines]
Admiral William Adama: [to the Marine walking behind him] It's Neward, isn't it?
Private Neward: That's right, sir.
Adama: I thought I remembered you. Marine. You put it on the line when we took New Caprica.
Neward: It got pretty hairy down there-
Private Maldonaldo: Hey! Screw the war stories!
Adama: I remember you too, Maldonaldo. Big mouth. Not much of a soldier. That doesn't matter, because when this is over, there's gonna be a reckoning. And live or die, it's how you act today that's gonna matter. [abruptly stops walking and turns to face Neward] So what's it gonna be, Neward?
Neward: [hesitantly] Admiral, don't do this.
Adama: I'll be damned if I'm gonna let a guy like you run me off my own ship. You want to shoot? Go on. Let's see if you've got a pair.
Neward: I don't want to- [Adama punches him in the face]
[Roslin addresses the fleet]
Roslin: Women and men of the fleet. This is your president. We have come to a crossroads in our long and painful journey. Of all the decisions that I have had to make since assuming the presidency, none was more frightening or more difficult than agreeing to this alliance with the Cylons. But we have come to a crossroads in our long and painful journey. Cylons and humans have been at war for generations; we know nothing else. And we have been locked in a struggle that has seen both sides suffer unspeakable loss. But with our supplies running low and our options limited, our former enemies may represent our last, perhaps our only hope. To those in the fleet and in Galactica who would reject this alliance, I am asking you. No, I am begging you to reconsider and place your trust back in those who have brought you this far, and to reject those traitors who would use your fear of the Cylons to destroy Colonial civilization a...
[a recaptured Adama is escorted by Marines to the CIC]
Lt. Felix Gaeta: Welcome back. I had a feeling you wouldn't be on that Raptor.
Admiral William Adama: I care too much for this ship to let it be overrun by rats.
Gaeta: (sarcastically) Right. If only you cared as much about the people on it...
Adama: You have no frakkin' idea-
Gaeta: Well then show me! You want to save some lives? Get on the radio and call Roslin. Tell her to come back and surrender.
Gaeta: I'll ask you one more time, Admiral.
Adama: "Admiral?" "Admiral?" [reaches up to undo his rank insignia] You're the admiral now. So you call up Roslin. Make her laugh. [tosses his insignia onto the command panel]
[Romo Lampkin is brought in for Adama's "trial"]
Tom Zarek: The Admiral is charged with treason, desertion, giving aid and comfort to the enemy, and gross dereliction of duty. The punishment for these crimes is death by firing squad. [looks at Lampkin]
Romo Lampkin: Well, I'm not a very good shot.
Tom Zarek: [over wireless] This is Tom Zarek, President of the Twelve Colonies. It's over Laura. Saul Tigh was killed attempting to escape. Bill Adama was tried and found guilty of his crimes. A firing squad executed him this morning. It's done, Laura. You want to think about the people of this fleet now, and surrender.
Roslin: [with building fury] No. Not now. Not ever! Do you hear me!? I will use every cannon, every bomb, every bullet, every weapon I have down to my own eye teeth to end you! I swear it. I'm coming for all of you!
[Gaeta shares a last cigar and conversation with Baltar]
Felix Gaeta: I suppose a long time ago, it was... architecture. There was a year there where I scribbled floor plans on everything. Dining room table, patio tiles, rare books... drove my parents crazy.
Gaius Baltar: How old were you?
Gaeta: I dunno. Uh, eight, maybe? Nine? [chuckles] I tell you one thing, though. I had some pretty frakking amazing ideas. Restaurants shaped like food. Hm? [chuckles again] Oh, gods, there'd be buildings and stairways... everything, everything had to have a stairway. [refills Baltar's cup of coffee] Spoils of war. [sighs] When I was older, then it became medicine, engineering, photography. Think I would've made a better architect than any of those, though. And then I discovered science and I... thought I was really, really good at it. Until I met you.
Baltar: [fighting back tears] Felix...
Gaeta: [shakes his head] No. And please, no religion. [pauses] I'm fine with how things have worked out. Really, Gaius, I am. I... I just hope... I hope that... people realize, eventually, who I am.
Baltar: I know who you are, Felix. I know who you are.
[Felix Gaeta and Tom Zarek are about to be executed by a firing squad]
Admiral William Adama: Ready! Aim!
Felix Gaeta: [looks down at the stump of his leg, which has to this point caused him constant pain, until it ends] It stopped...
Number One: In all your travels, have you ever seen a star go supernova?
Ellen Tigh: No.
Number One: No? Well, I have. I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
Ellen Tigh: The five of us designed you to be as human as possible.
Number One: I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I - I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws; and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me. I'm a machine, and I can know much more. I can experience so much more. But I'm trapped in this absurd body. And why?! Because my five creators thought that "God" wanted it that way.
Anders: Among bright stars, I'm lost. There's a new tide. And all the forgotten faces, all the forgotten children, we seek the great forgotten language...
Saul Tigh: Yeah, you point finger back far enough and some germ gets blamed for splitting in two.
Number Eight: For the privilege of finally being able to meet my father before I die.
Tigh: You shouldn't be thanking me. I spent most of my life trying to kill your kind.
Number Eight: Too much confusion. [death rattle, the Eight flatlines]
[Bill Adama's speaking to Starbuck]
Adama: In other words, it's our destiny to go after her, right? [Starbuck nods] Wrong. I've had it up to here with destiny, prophecy, with God or the Gods. Look where it's left us. The ass end of nowhere; nearly half of our people are gone; Earth, a worthless cinder; and I can't even walk down the halls of my ship without wondering if I'm gonna catch a bullet for getting us into this mess.
Ellen Tigh: Whether you remember that life or not, at least you must understand what we were trying to do. We wanted to end the cycle of war between man and machine.
Saul Tigh: That was a bust.
Ellen: Yes, we failed, but we have a second chance now: Hera. Without her our children are going to die off one by one, just like they're dying right now in Cottle's sickbay.
Virtual Six: She’s right, Gaius. The end times are approaching. Humanity’s final chapters are about to be written. And you - you will be its author.
Anders: Spins and turns, angles and curves. The shape of dreams, half remembered. Slip the surly bonds of earth and touch the face of perfection - a perfect face, perfect lace. Find the perfect world for the end of Kara Thrace. End of line.
[Admiral Adama address everybody on the hangar deck and calls for volunteers to attack the Cylon Colony]
Adama: No one should feel obligated to join this mission in any way. This is a decision I have made for myself. If it turns out that there are not enough personnel to crew Galactica, I will lead a Raptor assault with anyone who is willing to join me. Let there be no illusions; this is likely to be a one-way trip! So don't volunteer out of sentiment or emotion. There is a line running down this deck. Volunteers, move to the starboard side; Everyone else, to the port. Make your choice!
Roslin: You didn't think you were gonna to take off without me Admiral, did you?
Adama: Just so there'll be no misunderstandings later... Galactica has seen a lot of history, gone through a lot of battles. This will be her last. She will not fail us if we do not fail her. If we succeed in our mission, Galactica will bring us home. If we don't... it doesn’t matter anyway. Action stations!
Adama: All ahead, flank speed! In three, two, one... hit it! [Galactica drives forward and rams the Colony]
Virtual Six: All the pieces are falling into place.
Virtual Baltar: You will hold the future of Cylons and Humans in your hands.
Gaius Baltar & Caprica Six: I will? [to each other] You see them?
[Cavil has just taken Hera hostage]
Cavil: This thing is the key to my people's survival and I am not leaving without it.
Baltar: Hera is not a thing. She's a child and she holds the key to humanity's survival as well.
Cavil: And how do you know that?
Baltar: I see angels. Angels in this very room. Now I may be mad, but that doesn't mean that I am not right. Because there is another force at work here. There's always has been. It's undeniable. We've all experienced it. Everyone in this room has witnessed events that they can't fathom, let alone explain away by rational means. Puzzles, deciphered in prophecy. Dreams given to a chosen few. Our loved ones dead ... risen. Whether we want to call that God, or Gods, or some sublime inspiration, or a divine force that we can't know or understand, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's here, it exists, and our two destinies are entwined in its force.
Cavil: If that were true, and that is a big if, how do I know that this force has our best interests in mind? How do you know that God is on your side, Doctor?
Baltar: I don't. God is not on any one's side. God is a force of nature. Beyond good and evil. Good and evil, we created those. Want to break the cycle? Break the cycle of birth, death, re-birth, destruction, escape, death. That's in our hands. In our hands only. Requires a leap of faith. Requires that we live in hope, not fear.
Cavil: If I give you this girl, that means the destruction of my people. How does our extinction fit into this picture that you want to believe in?
[As Cavil's fellow Cylons are gunned down during the CIC firefight]
[Cavil sticks his gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger]
[After Galactica jumps away from the doomed Colony]
Saul Tigh: We're mostly here. Engines, life support... There's red lines through her lateral structural members. She's broke her back, she'll never jump again.
Adama: Wherever we are is where we're gonna stay.
Roslin:Where have you taken us, Kara?
[Galactica is shown flying over a gray moon toward Earth—our Earth.]
[While sitting under some trees on the savanna in Africa, Bill Adama explains to Laura Roslin why they chose to name their new planet Earth.]
Adama: Earth is a dream...one we've been chasing for a long time. We've earned it. This is Earth.
[Bill Adama and Laura Roslin take their first flight on New Earth in a Raptor. They begin to admire the scenery]
Roslin: So much...life...
Adama: It's a rich continent. More wildlife than all the 12 Colonies put together. Just looking for a quiet place for that cabin. Maybe a garden...I don't have much of a green thumb so I hope that you do- [sees Roslin dead; she passed away while Adama was speaking]
[Baltar to Caprica-Six on New Earth in unspoken reference about his father]
Baltar: You know, I know about farming. [Sobs, Caprica-Six comforts him]
[William Adama is sitting on a high ridge, looking out on a spectacular view of the savannah. Nearby is Laura Roslin's grave, and his last spoken words in the series are to her]
Adama: I laid out the cabin today. It's gonna have an easterly view. You should see the light that we get here. When the sun comes from behind the mountains, it's almost heavenly. It reminds me of you.
Virtual Six: [reading] "At a scientific conference this week at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, the startling announcement was made that archeologists believe they found fossilized remains of a young woman who may actually be Mitochondrial Eve. Mitochondrial Eve is the name scientists have given to the most recent common ancestor for all humans now living on Earth. She lived in what is now Tanzania, over 150,000 years ago."
Virtual Baltar: [Smiles] Along with her Cylon mother, and Human father. [The two walk amongst the crowd, seemingly unnoticed]
Virtual Six: Commercialism, decadence, technology run amok. Remind you of anything?
Virtual Baltar: Take your pick. Kobol. Earth...the real Earth, before this one. Caprica before the fall.
Virtual Six: All of this has happened before.
Virtual Baltar: But the question remains, does all of this have to happen again?
Virtual Six: This time I bet no.
Virtual Baltar: [Stops] You know, I've never known you to play the optimist. Why the change of heart?
Virtual Six: Mathematics. Law of averages. Let a complex system repeat itself long enough and eventually something surprising might occur. That, too, is in God's plan.
Virtual Baltar: [Serious] You know it doesn't like that name.[Six gives Baltar a defiant look] Silly me. Silly, silly me. [The two walk arm-in-arm off into the streets.]
[A Hybrid reports about the destruction of the Colonies]
Hybrid: Progress reports arriving. The farms of Aerolon are burning. The beaches of Canceron are burning. The plains of Leonis are burning. The jungles of Scorpia are burning. The pastures of Tauron are burning. The harbors of Picon are burning. The cities of Caprica are burning. The oceans of Aquaria are burning. The courthouses of Libran are burning. The forests of Virgon are burning. The Colonies of Man lie trampled at our feet.
Number Two/Leoben: I'm telling you. She flew a Raider. Learned how to control it from the inside. Nobody taught her how. Kara Thrace plucked that knowledge from the stream...
Galactica-Cavil: I don't care if she plucked puppies from God's ass!
Galactica-Cavil: The plan is everything blows up a week ago. All humans are dead, we Cylons all download and the universe basks in justice. However...
Number Six: It didn't frakkin' happen.
Galactica-Cavil: One of your counterparts managed to get himself outed back on Ragnar Station.
Number Five: I can't understand how he was discovered. I heard it was Dr. Baltar.
Galactica-Cavil: Well, no. I'm not talking about that, exactly. I'm talking about the fact that you're walking around this fleet wearing that jacket and, more importantly, that face. You're recognizable.
Number Five: His jacket was burgundy. This is teal.
Galactica-Cavil: No one was supposed to be alive! Our people were supposed to be positioned to cause destruction, not to mop up afterwards! My Two was the Defense Minister's yoga instructor! If you can believe that. And one of the Sixes was a prostitute! But the only one in a position to do any frakking damage was a Five on this ship and he frakked it up! Now the universe still has these cockroaches in it. And we can't have any peace until we step on them all.
[Tough-Six and Galactica-Cavil drunkenly lament on the failure of the Cylons to destroy the Fleet]
Number Six: You want a progress report? I'll give you a frakkin' progress report.
Number Six: 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. [Laughs] 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 airlocked. And my sister Six utterly failed to discredit Baltar and his dreamy hair and destroyed our frakkin' 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...
Galactica-Cavil: Stop, stop, stop.
Number Six: Guess I'd better.
Galactica-Cavil: Yes. They're all letting me down.
Number Six: Why are they letting you down, One? What's the x-factor? [She takes the bottle] You can't declare war on love. [She leaves]
Galactica-Cavil: I think I already did. Hey, where'd the bottle go?
[Caprica-Cavil and Simon hear Starbuck and Anders having sex]
Caprica-Cavil: What are they doing?
Number Four/Simon: You need a doctor to tell you that?
Caprica-Cavil: Oh, for God's sake, why?
Number Four/Simon: Why? He loves her.
Caprica-Cavil: He loves her?
Number Four/Simon: Vigorously.
Caprica-Cavil: But she's beneath him.
Number Four/Simon: [listening to Starbuck's moans] Not necessarily.
Shelly Godfrey: Baltar, he...he helped us so much on Caprica.
Galactica-Cavil: Are you attracted to this human?
Shelly Godfrey: No!
Galactica-Cavil: Because the other Six was addicted to him.
Shelly Godfrey: I am not addicted to him! Baltar is a brilliant man, yes, but you should have seen me. I was brutal with him, I pushed him!
Galactica-Cavil: You pushed him? My dear, if you pushed him you would have sent him through a wall! Oh look, an airlock. How handy.
[Caprica-Cavil and Galactica-Cavil are in an airlock, about to be executed]
Caprica-Cavil: Is there a Resurrection Ship within range?
Galactica-Cavil: Yes, brother. But first we're gonna die in a vacuum.
Caprica-Cavil: There's a 170 foot long launch tube in front of us. We might die of our injuries before we get to the vacuum.
Galactica-Cavil: I don't like you.
Caprica-Cavil: I understand that.
Galactica-Cavil: Do you really believe it was a mistake to attack the humans?
Caprica-Cavil: Rather intensly, yes.
Galactica-Cavil: You know that when we download amongst the others your strange ideas will be shouted down.
Caprica-Cavil: Ideas always seem strange until you try them on, brother. We had a temper-tantrum in the form of a cataclysm because we wanted them to treasure us, the Ones, more than humanity. More than their own history and blood.
Galactica-Cavil: We didn't want to be loved. We wanted to be treated fairly.
Caprica-Cavil: We wanted to be held to a bosom. To be petted and perfumed and told we were the princes of the universe.
Galactica-Cavil: Yes, well if the humans were gone-
Caprica-Cavil: Our parents would mourn them. They'd love them more anyway.
Galactica-Cavil: I'm going to see to it that you get boxed. And then I'm going to prepare to wipe out humanity once and for all.
Caprica-Cavil: The anticipation is very unpleasant.
[Caprica-Cavil offers his hand, Galactica-Cavil looks at it and accepts it. Galactica-Cavil closes his eyes while Caprica-Cavil keeps looking. They are then airlocked.]
Our show is built on the idea that a science fiction series can employ ground-breaking special effects, dynamic cinematography, realistic situations, believable characters and explore contemporary social and political issues without sacrificing dramatic tension or excitement The pilot delivered an intense visceral experience to our audience, ratcheting up the tension steadily and efficiently over the course of two nights, and it is the task of the series to maintain that tense environment and bring viewers back week after week to experience the thrills and cliff-hangers inherent in the story of a fugitive fleet on the run and one step away from destruction. To that end, our series employs a three-tiered structure to maintain tension and suspense every week. Similar to the one employed in the classic Hill Street Blues, but never attempted In science fiction, this structure lets us keep the pressure on our characters every week through the use of a long-term continuing story line while at the same time allowing for weekly, stand-alone stories designed to hook In viewers who may not have watched last week's episode. The three-tiered structure (explained in greater detail on pages 30-31 of this bible) breaks down as follows:
1. Series Arcs-
2. Multi-episode Arcs
3. Episodic Arcs
The Series Arcs run through the life of the show, dealing with long-term stories such as the Cylon pursuit of our fleet, while the Multi-Episode Arcs allow us to spend 2-4 episodes dealing with a specific crisis, say on one planet discovered by the Galactlca, and the Episodic Arcs provide closed-end narratives for each show and giving any viewer a chance to watch this week's episode. By employing this structure, we gain the benefits of long-term story-telling, embroidering on the existing tensions and situations in the premise which have already hooked our audience and thereby delivering a richer and more compelling experience to the dedicated viewer, while at the same time making allowance for hooking the more casual viewer who may not be familiar with the long term tales but is drawn into this week's episodic story line.
The key to the success of this series is to never, ever let the air out of the balloon - the battlestar Galactica lives in a perpetual state of crisis, one in which the Cylons can appear at any moment, and where terrorist bombs, murders, rebellions, accidents, and plagues are the unfortunate routines of day to day life. There are no days for our characters, no safe havens, nothing approaching the quiet normal existence they once knew. They are on the run for their very lives.
This series is about a chase.
Let the chase begin.
A useful way to think about this is to take any piece of equipment and strip out its ability to talk to another piece of equipment. If your cell phone did not have access to a computer network, how efficiently could it operate? Could it operate at all? How do you design a navigational system for a spacecraft if the various components cannot be networked together? How do you design a fighter that relies more on human brainpower to identify threats and make decisions than anything built into the cockpit?
One of the most important concepts is that there is no "master computer" aboard Galactica or any other Colonial ship.
In fact, our computers are very dumb in comparison to even the PC sitting on the average writer's desk. We should always endeavor to find ways of forcing human beings to do the hard work involved with operating and maintaining a spacecraft. Human brains need to crunch numbers, organize data, and come up with solutions to complex problems.
As a general rule of thumb, we should encounter an actual Cylon raid every third episode and in between encounters our people should constantly be studying and testing new ways of fighting their implacable enemy. It's important to note that while the Cylons were virtually invincible in the pilot, that there will be a more level playing field as the series goes on. This will be a result of the natural tendency in warfare for both sides to learn from their enemy, and develop new counter-measures for their opponents' strengths. As a general rule, Galactica's fighters are generally outmatched in combat with the Cylons, but the more we fight them, the more we learn, so that this week we have a temporary advantage and next week it's gone again. The on-going struggle will force both sides to constantly improve their technology and tactics to keep pace with their enemy.
Our heroes will be thrust into the roles of both millitary protectors and law enforcement officers, which allows us to literally play any story which could be found in an urban environment in our fleet. Serial killers, plagues, terrorist attacks, fires, mysteries -- all can come into play and all can provide us with jeopardy within the fleet itself.
Brian Rollins says: You're one of the few sci-fi writers in Hollywood to use religion in your shows. What kind of resistance/acceptance do you see from industry insiders and fans?
Moore: I was amazed that I didn’t get a lot of resistance from the industry. For whatever reason, SCI FI Channel and Universal just let me run with it on Battlestar. They didn’t have problems with it. They had other problems, but they didn’t have any problems with the religious stuff in the show. And the fans, it was an interesting reaction. There’s a surprising core of fandom that just hates any kind of religion in their science fiction. They really don’t want to mix these things together. I’m not quite clear what that’s about and why they’re so opposed to mixing these things. It becomes a very purist argument. People will say, “If there’s any kind of religion in it, it’s not science fiction anymore.” Well, I don’t really buy that. People believe in religions and there are weird, mysterious things that happen in the universe. Why not play with that, too? Why isn’t that just as valid as everything else that’s part of the human condition, which is theoretically what sci-fi is supposed to be exploring.