Fisk: Aye, sir. Cain: Well, you did yourselves proud. Adama: Thank you, Admiral. Cain: As I told you, we were tracking a cylon fleet when we found Galactica. Well, our recon so far tells us the fleet is composed of two base ships, about a dozen or so support ships and one large vessel that we are still unable to identify. Is it a command and control ship? Adama: A raider factory?
Cain: Possibly. Whatever it is, the cylons are protecting it. Cain: Hmm. And here I was getting read to do a whole song and dance about combining resources for a joint strike mission.
Adama: Any chance of hitting the cylon where it hurts… My pleasure. Cain: Which leads me to the next subject, commander. Adama: I have a team that works very well together. After reviewing your logs, it is my judgment that having your son as Galactica CAG has been a grave mistake. So… there is a complete list of the transfers. Adama: I thought you said you had no desire to interfere with my command.
Cain: Well, that is certainly your right. You have your orders. Starbuck: Why the frak should we do that? Adama: Because those are your orders. Act like it. You will carry it out. Starbuck: Permission to speak freely? Adama: You may not. You wear the uniform; you will accept the rules that go with it. Pack your gear and report to the Pegasus CAG.
Analysis to date suggests they will be in this star system next. We will hide behind this moon which has an abnormally large magnetotail and will mask our dradis signatures. You have something to add? Starbuck: Your plan sucks.
You really want to get close? You got to use the stealth we constructed aboard Galactica. Whiplash: The homemade tin can? Whiplash, Thumper get your optical gear ready. Your jacket says you qualified in one. Remember how to fly it? Apollo: Yes, sir. Taylor: Good. Apollo gives Starbuck a bag with a camera in it. Starbuck: Is that a surveillance package?
Apollo: Go get the blackbird. Take some pretty pictures of our cylon ship. Starbuck: Copy that. Laird: Oh, Lieutenant Thrace took it out. She said Admiral Cain ordered a performance check What? Gage: Hey, chief, deserve a frakking medal. This place is a frakking party. Vireem: Oh I heard you guys even got yourselves a cylon.
Gage: Like to get me some of that cylon stuff, huh? A little of the oh-yeah, oh-yeah. Just shut up. Vireem: Ohh, sensitive. You got a soft spot for the little robot girl, do you? Gage: I got in line twice. Vireem: Oh, I hear that. Remember she was just laying there, like, with that blank look on her face.
Cally: Do you mind? Vireem: Ooh, frisky. Gage: That hurts. Thorne: What is the function of this ship? Thorne: Here, take a closer look. What makes it so important? Why would two basestars be tasked to protect it? He grabs her by the throat and pushes her against a wall.
Helo moves toward Vireem aggressively. Tyrol stops him Tyrol : Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no, not here, not here, not here. Gage: Lieutenant Thorne, sir, cylon interrogator. Vireem: Your little robot girl is in for quite a ride. Helo lunges at Vireem, but Tyrol stops him again. Tyrol: No, no, no, no. Think about it. We need to go. Thorne: Hold her. Thorne pushes her over the bed.
A marine grabs her arms. Thorne grabs her pants. Boomer: No! Helo: Get out of the way! Tyrol: Move; move; move; move. Very nearly about to rape Boomer. Boomer: screaming an crying No! Tyrol and Helo enter the cell to stop Thorne. Tyrol: Get off her! Tyrol throws Throne off of Boomer.
Tyrol and Helo start to beat down the marine gaurds. The gaurds eventually recover long enough to pull their weapons on the two rescuers. Guard: Freeze! Get down. Get down! Hands behind your head. Do it now. Do it! They comply. The gaurd checks the pulse of Thorne. Boomer cries by her bed, pulling the sheets over herself. Eta to Pegasus, three minutes. They should face court-martial on Galactica. Cain: Commander, I am the senior convening authority present and they will be tried on Pegasus.
Cain: One of my men is dead. Adama: Fine. We both have strong feeling about the case that only underlines the need for an impartial trial. Cain: Oh You mean an independent tribunal? Adama: That was a different time. Cain: Yes, indeed it was. Baltar places a dish of fresh food near her. Baltar: to guards Thank you. Now, get out. She was unique— beautiful, clever, intensely sensual. 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. Gina carefully reaches out for an apple slice, and slowly puts it in her mouth. She is crying and so is Baltar. Apollo: Sorry. Jump coordinates verified. Taylor: You seem a little distracted Captain. Something I should know about? Apollo: Two of my friends just got arrested and charged with treason. Commander Adama : I'm getting my men. I've seen it manifest itself in most curious ways, as when the seven-year-old daughter of Sergeant Allison was taking a ballet examination in Edinburgh—and there, just before it began, was the Colonel, in tweeds and walking-stick, just looking in, you understand, to see that all was in order, gallantly chatting up the young instructresses in their leotards, playing the genial old buffer and missing nothing, and then giving the small and tremulous Miss Allison a wink and a growling whisper before stalking off to his car.
The fact was, the man was as nervous as her parents, because she was part of his regimental family. Peter so that he can whisper, 'This is one of my Jocks coming in, by the way Not for nothing was he 'Uncle Bill' British soldiers don't love their commanders, much less worship them; Fourteenth Army trusted Slim and thought of him as one of themselves, and perhaps his real secret was that the feeling was mutual.
Big Boss: You came to save me? You didn't even know I was still alive. Why'd you put yourselves in danger like that? Soldier: Because you're our boss! Xerxes : It isn't wise to stand against me, Leonidas. Imagine what horrible fate awaits my enemies when I would gladly kill any of my own men for victory.
King Leonidas : And I would die for any one of mine. I will always be with you. Plant your roots in me. I won't see you end as ashes. You're all diamonds. Grant , final message to the Union veterans.
Gaz: What are they to you? Why do you even care? Kaladin: They're my men. The cloak is a simple gift, but it is one of the few things I can offer that has any meaning. Accept it with my gratitude, Kaladin Stormblessed.
Kengarff: I'm sorry about Commander Teff, sir. Commodore Shufgar: He was like a son to me. Kengarff: Sir You plucked his eye out with a spoon when the prisoners escaped. Commodore Shufgar: Let that be a warning to the rest of my family.
Captain Flowers: If I wasn't your commanding officer, I would pick you both up, give you a giant bear hug, and make you call me daddy. Church: Uhhh Vice President," if you don't mind. Baltar: I'm not trained for this kind of thing.
I've never fired a gun in my life. 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. Baltar: Is it? Not conscious thought? Not poetry, or art, or music, literature? Murder is my heritage Tyrol: Colonel, I had no idea she was a Cylon! Tigh: [chuckles darkly] I'm sure you would. I guess you haven't heard: Cylons don't have rights. Tyrol: My father was a priest!
My mother was an oracle! I've served on Battlestars since I was eighteen years old! Pegasus, Columbia, Atlantia, Galac-. Tigh: [shouting] Don't talk to me like you're a soldier! You are not a soldier! Let him decide what to do with you. Tyrol: Colonel, you've gotta believe me. I'm not a Cylon. I'd never do anything to hurt Adama. I love the old man! Tigh: That's what your girlfriend said. Baltar: He was involved with Lieutenant Valerii, who most certainly is a toaster. Cally: Sure, he showed some bad judgment getting involved with her, but that doesn't mean he's a toaster!
You've got to help him. Virtual Six: Say something, Gaius. Tell her you won't have racial epithets used in your presence. Baltar: I'm very sorry. I was going to tell the Colonel there's nothing I can do. The Cylon detector I developed doesn't work. Virtual Six: Your child's gonna be half toaster. How does that make you feel? Roslin: Doctor, I need your help, but it's illegal, dangerous, and a violation of your oath as an officer. Starbuck: Didn't see any shiny silver out there.
I think we're dealing with the human variety. Baltar: Love is a strange and wonderful thing chief - you be happy you experienced it all - even if it was with a machine. Adama: She was a Cylon, a machine. Is that what Boomer was, a machine? A thing? 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? They've lab tested positive and subject will be removed to processing facility for final disposition. Adama: Well, when you think you love somebody, you love them. That's what love is. 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: No seriously!
Very sweet. You love me! You can't take it back. There are no take backs. 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. 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. 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.
Adama: Yes. I'm putting the fleet back together. I'm putting our family back together. This ends now. Tyrol: How simple could it be? We're in the north-northwest continent, quadrant C, sector 2, which Lieutenant Margaret "Racetrack" Edmondson: Oh, for frak's sake, let me see if I can make heads or tails of it. Tyrol: Look, I marked the terrain as best as I could but we're not Adama: That's what she said to me once, that you reminded her of President Adar when he ran for his first office.
Helo: So Cally kills Sharon and the old man gives her 30 days in the brig. 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 :.
Virtual Six: I am an angel of God sent here to protect you. To guide you, to love you. 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 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. 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.
Gaeta: Sir, I'm running every diagnostic we've got. Checking each line of code could take days. Tyrol: Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing, couldn't trap a landing worth a damn. 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. 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.
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