"SAGA OF A STAR WORLD PARTS 1-3"
NARRATOR: There are those who believe
that life here began out there,
far across the universe,
with tribes of humans
who may have been the forefathers of the Egyptians
or the Toltecs or the Mayans,
that they may have been the architects of the great pyramids,
or the lost civilizations of Lemuria
or Atlantis.
Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man
who even now fight to survive
somewhere beyond the heavens.
ADAR: Noble delegates, I realize you're all anxious to get back to your ships
before our rendezvous with the Cylons,
but I think it appropriate to toast the most significant event
in the history of mankind.
I would like to raise my chalice to you,
not merely as the Quorum of Twelve,
representing the Twelve Colonies of Man,
but as my friends,
the greatest leaders ever assembled.
As we approach the seventh millennium of time,
the human race at last will find peace, thanks to you.
ALL: To peace.
Starbuck, he's coming. What are you going to say?
Zac, now, just calm down. Why are you so nervous?
He still thinks of me as his little brother.
Well, you're acting like one now.
Listen, Justin a routine patrol.
Why is it so important to you?
Yeah. Because it is.
Look, I'm a warrior. I earned that. Antiwar to prove that to him.
I know, Zac, but this may not be the best time.
It's a peace envoy! What possible trouble could there be?
That's not the point.
Starbuck, you promised.
I know.
Hey, Starbuck, what are you doing? We're going on patrol.
STAMMERING
He can't make it. Starbuck's not feeling well.
Oh?
Yeah, well, it's, um...
SIGHS
Well, that's kind of short notice.
I mean, with everybody not wanting to go on this patrol.
Everybody wants to celebrate the armistice.
I wonder who I might be able to find.
Uh... CLEARS THROAT
Yes, uh, Zac? You have a suggestion?
Oh, come on.
I mean, I've studied the coordinates from here to the Cylon capital.
My ship's ready to go!
Well, that's lucky. Isn't it, Starbuck?
Yeah, that's a real stroke of luck.
Well, I guess you're just gonna have
to pull Starbuck's patrol with me.
Wow!
LAUGHING
Were we ever like that?
I don't know, I can't remember that far back.
Listen, maybe I ought to go along.
No, he's gonna be just fine. I mean, it's not as if we're at war, right?
I'll see you later. All right.
Take care of the stomach.
Yeah, I will.
Section 12, launch bay Alpha,
stand by to launch fighter probe.
Acknowledge input. Recorded and functioning.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Vector coordinates coded and transferred.
Acknowledge.
Acknowledged. Ready to launch.
Core systems transferring control
to probe craft. Launch when ready.
You forget how different it is out here.
APOLLO: This is nothing.
When the war is officially over,
we may be able to get back to deep-star exploration.
That’s the challenge, Zac.
Let’s roll over and take a look at Lianus Vector.
Baltar, my friend,
this armistice conference would not have been possible without your tireless work.
You have secured for yourself a place in the history books.
That the Cylons chose me as their liaison to the Quorum of the Twelve
was an act of providence, not skill
I see the party is not a huge success with all my children.
What awaits us out there is what troubles me.
Surely you don't cling to your suspicions about the Cylons?
They asked for this armistice.
They want peace.
Forgive me, Mr. President,
but they hate us with every fiber of their existence.
We love freedom. We love independence,
to feel, to question, to resist oppression.
To them, it's an alien way of existing they will never accept.
But they have, through Baltar.
They have sued for peace.
Yes. Of course you're right.
BEEPING
Apollo, two targets on my scanner just above the old moon Cimtar.
It could be a storm. I think we ’ll be coming right through it.
Look, you hold positions and cover me while I take a look.
Let me get my turbos.
BEEPING
APOLLO: Well, look at that.
ZAC: What is it?
I’ll tell you in a flash.
Warbook says a Cylon tanker.
Scanner reads it’s empty.
Apollo, l have a funny feeling about this.
Well, we came to look.
There ’s the other ship tucked in nice and neat.
I wonder what she’s doing.
I can’t read anything inside. She’s jamming us.
ZAC: Warbook says she’s a freighter.
My foot. If she’s jamming us, she’s hiding something. I’m going round her.
Nothing but a harmless mist. Not heavy at all.
I don’t see why they’d send up all that electronic jamming.
Let’s get out of here. Why?
APOLLO: I’ll explain later.
Colonial Viper in quadrant. lntercepting.
I see what you mean.
It’s an ambush.
And they’ve got enough firepower to destroy the entire fleet.
They’re jamming our transmission.
We’re not gonna make it giving them our backs.
How many of them can you make out?
ZAC: Four.
When I hit "three, " you hit your reverse thrusters
and maximum braking flaps.
We ’ll give them a little surprise.
One, two, three.
Turbos, full forward thrust. Now.
Right here, you creeps.
Hey, not bad, little brother.
Okay. You go after the guys on the right.
Yahoo!
ZAC: Apollo, I’ll get this one.
APOLLO: Zac, look out! Behind you!
ZAC: I can’t lose him, he’s right on my tail!
APOLLO: Hang on, I’m coming.
Steady...
ZAC: Hurry, Apollo!
Steady...
Nice shooting, but they hit my high engine.
That’s okay, little brother, we got all of ’em.
The day those guys can outfight us without a 10-to-1 margin...
Apollo, better look at your scanner.
But 1,000 to 1, that’s not fair.
ZAC: What’s it mean?
It means there isn’t going to be any peace.
There may not be much of anything if we don’t warn the fleet.
Do it. I’m short an engine, you know. I won’t be able to keep up with you.
Zac, I’m not gonna leave you.
You have to.
I’m putting my foot in that turbo. I’ll make it back ahead of them.
Now, go on, you’ve got to warn the fleet. I’ll be all right.
You can fly with me any time, little brother.
Good luck.
Galactica control, this is Commander Adama returning from Atlantia.
Request permission to land.
WOMAN: Permission granted.
Something's wrong.
What is it?
I don't know. They just put the ship on alert.
WOMAN: Atlantia, this is Galactica Core Control. Request assistance...
Colonel, what's been happening?
Our patrol ran into trouble.
We picked up some signals, but they're being jammed.
It could be smugglers or pirates or...
Get me the President, please.
ADAMA: Mr. President, our patrol is under attack,
we don't know by whom.
As a precautionary measure, I would like to launch intercept fighters.
I should think that's highly inadvisable
in view of the delicacy of our situation.
Quite right, Baltar.
Commander, as a precautionary measure, I insist upon restraint.
If this turns out to be an encounter with some outlaw traffic,
we could jeopardize the whole cause of peace by displaying fighters
when we are so close to our rendezvous.
Mr. President, two of my star-fighters are under armed attack.
By forces unknown.
You are not to launch until the situation is more clear.
Sir, may I at least urge you to bring the fleet to a state of alert?
I will consider that. Thank you, Commander.
He'll consider it? He'll consider it?
It's all right.
I'm sorry, Commander, it's just that...
Well...
Well, what?
The patrol is under the command of Captain Apollo.
Well, if I can't have confidence in my first-born son,
whom can I depend upon?
Commander, Zac is with him.
It's his first patrol.
Thank you.
ENGINE PERFORMING ERRATICALLY
Come on, baby, give me all you got.
TIGH: Still no word from our fighters, sir.
Their transmission is being deliberately jammed.
If we don't launch...
We cannot launch. It's been expressly forbidden.
However,
this might be a very good time for battle stations drill.
Sound the alert, Colonel.
Yes, sir.
You may never see another one, fellas.
A perfect pyramid. MAN WHISTLES
Unless there's a better hand, the pots mine.
MEN LAUGHING
ALARM BLARING PLAYERS CLAMORING
Wait, wait!
Wait! Come back!
MAN 1: Duty calls!
MAN 2: Let's go!
Sir, our long-range scanner shows
a large number of ships headed this way at high speed.
A single patrol craft is approaching, Commander.
Get that pilot up here as soon as he lands.
Get me the President. Yes, sir.
What's going on?
It's nothing to worry about.
Probably some kind of aerial salute for the President
while he signs the armistice.
It sure ruined a good card game.
Commander?
Mr. President, a wall of unidentified craft is closing in on the fleet.
Possibly a Cylon welcoming committee.
Sir, may I suggest we launch a welcoming committee of our own?
Mr. President, there remain many hostile feelings amongst our warriors.
The likelihood of an unfortunate incident
with all those pilots in the sky at once...
Commander?
Sir, did Baltar suggest that our forces sit here totally defenseless?
My friend, we are on a peace mission.
The first peace man has known in 1,000 years.
Stand by to attack.
Oh, come on, baby, not much farther.
Blue Flight 2 in trouble. Request emergency approach.
Mr. President! Commander,
one of our patrol ships is under attack from the main force
approaching the fleet.
Mr. President, your welcoming committee is firing at our patrol!
Baltar?
We made it.
Patrol to fleet. Patrol to fleet, I need help!
What was that?
That was my son, Mr. President.
SOBBING No!
Positive shield, now! Launch fighters!
All batteries commence fire!
MAN: All fire, control stations.
WOMAN: Launch all remaining Vipers.
Sir, they're off.
Fighters launched, sir.
Were the other ships able to launch their fighters?
Negative, sir.
Lord help us.
MAN: Engineering reports laser hits on starboard engine...
Cylons used an ambush. I had to leave Zac, he's disabled.
I'd like to go back and lead him in. It won't be possible.
Father, I didn't know what else to do!
If I don't go back, he doesn't stand a chance!
WOMAN: Atlantia to all Battlestars.
We are under attack. Repeat, under attack.
Zac?
His ship was destroyed just short of the fleet.
WOMAN: Transferring target scanners...
MAN: Must reduce speed 3 points to maintain
position with Atlantia.
Hey, heads up, Boomer, there ’3 a pair on your tail.
Pull up, Boomer! I’ll try to get him off.
Nice shooting!
INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
Captain, we have to know how many base ships we're dealing with.
No base ships.
You must be mistaken, Captain.
Fighters couldn't function this far from Cylon without base ships.
No base ships. They don't carry enough fuel.
Just fighters. Maybe 1,000.
How do you account for that, Apollo?
I don't know.
We picked up an empty tanker on our scanner.
It's my guess the Cylons used it to refuel for the attack
after flying to that point from wherever their base ships are.
Why operate this far from Cylon without base ships when it isn't necessary?
They would've been well out of our range at the old moon.
Unless it was necessary for them to be somewhere else.
Get me the President!
Hey, Starbuck, it’s dangerous around here!
Mr. President, I request permission to leave the fleet.
I have reasons to suspect our home planets may face imminent attack.
WOMAN: Atlantia to all Battlestars.
Maintain contact! We are being hit. Fires out...
Request Viper...
How could I have been so completely wrong?
l have led the entire human race to ruin.
Mr. President?
CYLON LEADER: Group 3, Vectors 1-7 and 2-8.
Arm and attack Atlantia.
SCREAMING
BOOMER: He’s going after the Atlantia!
I got him on the left.
I got him on the right.
The main attack is on the President’s ship.
Atlantia Death Squadron, attack.
ADAMA: Negative shield, now!
ALL GASPING
MAN: Get back to your posts, now!
ADAMA: Oh, my God.
Commander, our long-range scanners have picked up Cylon base ships
at grids 0-3-5, 1-2-6 and 2-5-8.
That puts them well within striking range
of the planets Virgon, Sagitara and...
Yes, and Caprica.
By your command.
Speak, Centurion.
All base ships are now in range to attack the Colonies.
The final annihilation of the life form known as man.
Let the attack begin.
Helm, bring us around.
We're withdrawing. Flank speed for home.
Commander, the long-range scanner picks up wave after wave of small ships
headed towards all inner planets.
STARBUCK: Hey, Boomer. I see it.
Yeah. Where’s she going?
Don’t ask me. The Commander’s calling the shots.
VIPER PILOT: Hey, you guys, What’s going on?
Galactica's pulling out.
There's got to be a good reason.
The electronic jamming has stopped.
They're clearing the air for their electronic guidance systems.
That means the attack is underway.
No, sir, we're picking up long-range video satellite signals.
Everything looks perfectly normal at home.
We have a civil broadcast transmission coming up here shortly.
Perhaps we're in time, Commander.
Preparations continue through the night here at the Caprica Presidium.
We can see at the moment it is somewhat deserted.
But with the new dawn, it will be full of Capricans
coming here, eagerly and joyfully,
to usher in a new era, the era of peace.
So far, details of the armistice meeting,
going on at this very moment on the star Kobol,
are not coming in as we had hoped for.
It seems that this is due to unusual electrical interferences
which are blocking out all interstellar communications.
However, as soon as they are available,
we will be showing you the first pictures
of something that has been described as the most
significant event in history.
RAIDERS APPROACHING
Oh, my God! It's a tremendous explosion!
Are we getting this on the camera?
PEOPLE SCREAMING
People are running everywhere. They're running in all different directions.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, this is terrible. They're bombing the city.
PEOPLE CLAMORING
Boxey!
No! Boxey!
SERINA: Everything's going to be fine.
Please, miss, the building's going to topple!
Everybody, run for cover!
Run! Run!
Hurry, find cover! Get out of here!
Stay down here!
Down! Down!
FIRING
My daggit! My daggit! Where is he?
He's fine. He's fine.
It's gonna be all right.
NEWS ANCHOR ON TV: ...on the southern peninsula.
Thirty-one cities are known to be under heavy attack.
SOBBING
INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV
MAN 1 ON RADIO: Red 1-3-niner, we’re on fire. Emergency!
Fire in Red 1-3...
WOMAN 1 ON RADIO: The water supply is cutoff. There is no water.
MAN 2 ON RADIO: No, sir, I cannot. My orders are to cover the relay.
The central area is under attack.
A second wave is coming in. We have no defenses!
WOMAN 2 ON RADIO: Is this channel operative?
Do any of these channels work?
SOBBING
Oh, Zac! And all the others!
They trusted us to protect them and we...
There really wasn't any choice.
Commander, Cylon base ships on long-range scanner,
launching to all outer planets.
No hope, Commander.
What about Sagitara?
The planet's in flames, Commander.
Have my shuttlecraft prepared, please.
Shuttlecraft?
I'm going down on the surface of Caprica.
Commander, that is out of the question.
If the Cylon scanners should pick you up...
You will continue to rendezvous with the survivors of the fleet.
I'll take you in my fighter.
You're the last surviving member of the Council, Father.
If we should run into a Cylon attack ship, at least you'll have a chance.
I insist on that, Commander.
Very well.
Core systems transferring control to probe craft.
Launch when ready.
Ships are coming in on both decks, sir.
TIGH: What's the count?
Sixty-seven fighters in all, sir. Twenty-five of our own.
How many Battlestars?
None.
What?
We're the only surviving Battlestar.
My God.
This is Red Leader 1 in trouble. Repeat, in trouble.
We read you, Red Leader. How can we assist you?
I’m battle-damaged. Power control circuits shot away on my landing gear.
I'm on the line, Starbuck. What's your condition?
This is no time for trainees, Athena.
I’m in real trouble. I mean, I’m in real trouble.
You will be if you keep talking like that.
Dry. How’s your fuel?
All right. Run the check with me.
Alpha circuit, close and alternate to left servo circuit.
Alpha circuit close and alternating to left servo circuit.
No response. My throttles are still full open.
TYPING
Omega-C circuit. Close and alternate the servo support circuit.
Alternating to servo support circuit. Does not respond.
Bring him in full throttle with shutdown
at the outer marker. There's no choice.
I heard him. Get everyone out of the way, I’m coming in hot.
You're cleared to land.
STARBUCK: Roger.
I hope you guys aren’t counting off for neatness.
He'll be coming in like a missile.
ALARM BEEPING
Stay back! He could lose it.
I told you to stay back!
ATHENA: Starbuck!
Get out fast! The ship might blow any minute!
Are you all right? Fine, fine, no thanks to your father.
Here. Give it a good wash, fellas.
Get under that wing and blow that out! Get that fire there.
What are you saying about my father?
Do you realize what we've just been through?
Oh, yeah? You should've seen how we spent our day.
We managed to single-handedly keep the Cylons off your neck
while you took off on a little cruise!
Starbuck, don't you realize what's happened?
Oh, yeah, sure. I realize what happened.
You should see this baby from the air when it takes off across the sky.
It's a beautiful sight, beautiful, unless it happens to be your base ship!
Starbuck, listen to me!
The Colonies are gone.
All of them.
What are you talking about, gone?
I'm sorry, Ila.
I was never there when it mattered.
Neveh
INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS
MAN 1: Women.
MAN 2: Stay together. MAN 3:This way.
MAN 4: There must be food somewhere.
MAN 5: I'm hungry.
APOLLO: Father?
There are crowds coming.
They probably saw our ship land.
I was just gathering a few things here.
This likeness of you and Zac...
Father, we can't stay.
Maybe Mother wasn't here.
No, she was here.
She was here.
PEOPLE APPROACHING
Where were they?
Where are the rest of you fancy fliers?
Where were you when they killed the rest of us?
What were you doing, boy?
Wait! Wait! Let him talk!
I want to know where you were as well. All of you.
We waited.
We watched and prayed and you never came.
Most of us are dead.
The fleet is all but destroyed.
But you're here.
From the Battlestar Galactica.
It survived?
Yes.
What of the President and the Council of Twelve and all the other Colonies?
ADAMA: All destroyed.
Commander Adama.
Yes, Serina.
It's true then. We're defeated, doomed.
Can I fly in your ship, sir?
Fighter planes are no place for little boys.
They're going to have to be if our people
are going to survive.
We must fight back.
ADAMA: Yes, we are going to fight back.
But not here, not now, not in the Colonies.
Not even in this star system.
Let the word go forth to every man, woman and child who survived this holocaust.
Tell them to set sail at once in every assorted vehicle that will carry them.
ADAMA: And the word went forth to every outpost of human existence,
and they came, the Aries,
the Gemons, the Virgos,
the Scorpios, the Pisceans and the Sagittarians.
In all, 220 ships,
representing every colony, color and creed in the star system.
The human race might have one more chance,
but first it would have to survive the alliance, the elements
and the unknown dark and sinister threats that would lie ahead.
Their destruction is complete.
Our forces have taken prisoners near the spacedrome.
They tell of survivors who escaped in ships.
What ships? CHUCKLES
How far can they go?
If a handful of survivors did indeed escape,
they would have neither fuel nor food for a prolonged voyage.
The information is not complete.
It is offered in exchange for life.
And what is the standing order for humans from your Imperious Leader?
Extermination.
Then carry out your orders.
If they exist, they're doomed.
ADAMA: We gather here as representatives of each ship in our fleet
to answer that single question,
"Where will we go?"
Our recorded history tells us that we descended from a mother civilization,
a race that went out into space to establish colonies.
Those of us here assembled now
represent the only known surviving colonies,
save one, a sister world,
far out in the universe,
remembered to us only through ancient writings.
It is my intention to seek out that remaining colony,
that last outpost of humanity in the whole universe.
SERINA: Commander Adama?
This 13th colony, this other world,
where is it and what is it called?
I wish I could tell you that I know precisely where it is,
but I can't.
However, I do know that it lies beyond our star system,
in a galaxy very much like our own, on a planet called
Earth.
ALL: Earth?
Anybody here?
Oh, Starbuck. Oh.
I've been looking for you.
I came to apologize for how I treated you.
It's just...
I'd seen so many of the guys from my squadron
SIGHS
burned up.
I guess I was looking to take it out on somebody.
I wish it hadn't been you.
It wasn't important, Starbuck.
I don't know what is.
Look, I'm sorry about
Zac and your mother.
Starbuck, you don't have to say anything.
Zac pulled my patrol.
He wanted to go.
Yeah.
Athena, this is a time for sticking together.
Maybe we could, uh, talk about things.
Us, you mean?
Well, I guess it is a little overdue.
Starbuck, I don't know.
I don't think any of us have any kind of future anymore.
Don't say that. Things are going to be all right.
Look, if we can handle what we've just been through,
we can handle anything.
Later, maybe, when things aren't so fresh in my mind.
Athena, I...
I said I was sorry.
Starbuck,
I don't want to care about anybody,
but especially you.
Zac couldn't wait to get out there, get all shot up.
And you, you're worse than Zac.
I think of it as an obligation. CHUCKLES
No, you don't.
SIGHS
You like to pretend that they're out there dragging you by your bootstraps,
but you really can't wait to get up there in that machine of yours.
Well, I...
I guess we see things differently.
I guess we do.
I said what I came to say.
MAN: This is Alpha Shuttle approaching freighter Gemini
for fleet damage and supply survey. Please prepare to receive.
STARBUCK: Look at it this way, Boomer.
It isn't the worst duty in the fleet, asking a lot of questions.
I hear they're sending some poor guys from Beta section
crawling around on the outside of an old skybus looking for a solium leak.
Hmm. Wonder how they missed us for that detail.
STARBUCK: Excuse me, but... Shh!
Would you mind telling us what you're looking for?
Solium leaks.
Halt!
Apollo!
Captain, that stuff is dangerous.
I mean, these old ships shouldn't even be flying.
There really wasn't much choice, was there?
How many people did we leave behind for lack of ships?
Now, unless you're willing to volunteer permanent assignment on this tub,
you'll help survey each and every ship in this fleet for damage
or I just might be tempted to loan you guys out to Beta company.
Just keep it up, old buddy. You're going to get us into real trouble.
STARBUCK: 10,000 light-years from nowhere,
our planet's shot to pieces, people starving,
and I'm gonna get us in trouble?
Look. All I'm saying... What is the matter with you?
Elite you.
Well, we may as well live for today. We might not have many left.
PEOPLE GROANING
Apollo?
Yeah, I see it.
Where's the food?
Everything's gonna be taken care of. Just be patient...
But where's water? We haven't had water in two days.
We'll have food and water...
But what's happening?
But you promised us water! Just give us a little water.
Can't you bring us some water down here? A little bit?
We just need a little bit of water!
You, where's the food?
Why haven't we seen or heard from anyone in two days?
Please. Please, tell us what's going on.
Have we been left behind?
No, you haven't been left behind.
Just be patient. Your needs will be attended to.
Be patient. Just be glad you're alive.
SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE
STARBUCK: It's Gemonese. Boomer can translate.
Boomer's tied up. Anyone who can help?
Does anyone here understand Gemonese?
CASSIOPEIA: The woman said her husband is feverish.
What's wrong with your arm?
There are others are in greater need than I.
Get her out of here.
She should be jettisoned with the dead.
No place for refuse here.
Feed her to the daggits!
Dirty socialator.
It's a sin to starve us while the bureauticians
luxuriate in their private sanctuaries.
No one is in luxury, I promise you that.
No. No, you're lying.
I saw it with my own eyes, aboard the Rising Star,
before I was cast out and put here among the Borays of humanity.
Core Control is aware of the problem.
Then I can tell them food and water is on the way?
They're aware of the problem.
What are you saying? There's something you're not telling us.
Relief is on the way, you have my word as a warrior.
Your word as a warrior? LAUGHING
APOLLO: You know, I can't fault them for resenting us.
They lost everything. They have to blame someone.
Core Command, this is Alpha Shuttle requesting
clarification on food dispersal.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Core Command.
No information available at this time.
What are you talking about, "No information is available"?
I just left a ship filled with starving people. What's going on?
I'm sorry, Shuttle Alpha,
Core Command has no information available at this time.
Commander, this is Colonel Tigh.
It's starting.
Something's wrong.
What'd they tell you when you called in the food shortage?
The same thing they told you, a vague acknowledgment of the problem.
Boomer, I'm getting an awful uneasy feeling.
Why don't you just give me your name, okay?
It's all right.
My name is Cassiopeia.
Cassiopeia. It's beautiful.
It means fairy queen, doesn't it?
I think so.
Your designation?
I'm designated a socialator.
It's an honorable profession practiced
with the blessings of the elders for over 4,000 years.
I didn't say anything.
I was just curious about what all that excitement
was about back on the barge.
That woman...
That woman is a member of the Otori Sect
amongst the Gemonese.
They don't believe in physical contact
between genders
except when sanctified by the priest
during high worship of the sunstorm,
which comes once only every seven years.
No wonder those little buggers are such good card players.
Core Command, this is Alpha Shuttle.
Changing course to rendezvous starliner Rising Star.
Shuttle will proceed on to Galactica with patients for life station.
Hey, what are you up to? If you don't mind my asking, sir.
I wanna see what's at the bottom of this conspiracy of silence.
MAN ON RADIO: Passenger liner Rising Star,
this is Sigma Shuttle on fleet damage and supply survey.
Prepare to receive.
APOLLO: Contaminated?
Weren't the provisions checked before they were boarded?
JOLLY: For radiation, yes. There wasn't time to check for pluton poisoning.
Pluton breaks down the structure of food. All of this is worthless?
We don't know that yet.
Jolly, have your crews go through every container.
Chances are some of it was shielded enough from the bombs to be saved.
JOLLY: We went through three ships since last night. It isn't looking good.
Salvage anything you can. Even small scraps will help.
And what do we do with the rest of it?
Jettison it.
Keep a lid on the problem.
If people find out we haven't any food, we're gonna have a mutiny on our hands.
We're going up to the second level.
Flight Leader Serpentine, by your command.
Report, Centurion, on the final assault.
On each of the 12 planets a similar story is told
of a handful of ships who escaped destruction to rendezvous with a warship.
What kind of warship?
The Battlestar Galactica.
Then go and seek out Baltar. Tell him I'm displeased.
Tell him I've offered a choice.
Deliver the Battlestar Galactica or deliver his head.
BEEPS
Captain!
Yes?
I heard that you'd come aboard.
I wonder if l might borrow you for a moment.
I'm afraid we're on an important survey for the Commander right now.
It won't take very long.
Boomer, why don't go up to elite class
and see if there's anything going on we should be concerned about.
You won't like what you find.
I'll be along presently.
It's my son.
He hasn't moved in two days.
He lost a little daggit which meant everything to him.
I thought you might be able to help.
If he won't eat for you, I don't know what I can do.
Well, he seemed to spark a little when you picked him up on Caprica.
I got the feeling that you were good with children.
I grew up with a kid brother.
Where is he? Hmm?
There.
PEOPLE GROANING
Excuse me.
I'm in charge of finding young men to try out as future fighter pilots.
Your name is?
Boxey.
Okay.
BEEPING
Just what I thought.
You're right at the top of my list.
Do you know why I've been looking all over for you?
You should have contact with the Commander.
We're very short on fighter pilots.
I'm too little to be a pilot.
APOLLO: Oh, sure, right now.
But how long do you think it takes to become a full Colonial warrior, huh?
I don't know.
Well, you have to start when you're very small,
or you won't get these until you have gray hair.
You like them?
I want Muffit.
Well, I don't know. There's not much room
for a daggit in a fighter plane.
He's gone. He ran away.
Well, um...
Well, maybe we can find one of Muffit's friends.
I asked. There are no daggits.
SIGHS
Well, I'll tell you what,
as a Colonial warrior first level,
you are entitled to the first daggit that comes along, okay?
But only on the condition that you get your rest.
Close your eyes,
eat all your primaries.
SHUSHING
And stop chasing girls.
Thank you.
I was right, you are good with kids.
You and your brother must be very close.
We were.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Look, if you'd rather not be involved...
Hey, don't be silly.
What's a warrior to do after he's lost the big one?
Win a few of the little ones.
That's not a little one in there, Captain.
This is private accommodation... ...just wants to step aside...
...secured by Sire Uri and his party.
I'm being paid by Trans Stellar's...
Now.
Hey, what's going on, Boomer?
Oh, nothing, nothing.
Just the fella here didn't seem to want to let us into the club area.
BEEPS
Thank you.
WOMEN LAUGHING
Thank you.
I trust you have an explanation for this intrusion?
Would you like to make a statement before I arrest you, Sire Uri?
CHUCKLES I'm glad you know my name.
At least you'll know from where the blade fell.
I'm gonna give you about a micron to join me on my shuttle.
After that I'll just turn the six levels of starving passengers beneath you loose
and let you take your chances with them.
Captain, why don't you join us in our prayer of gratitude for deliverance?
In case it eluded you, Councilor,
some 100 people have died since our deliverance from the Cylons.
While hunger hasn't yet taken a life, it's only a matter of time now.
Boomer, notify Core Command that we have located some stores
which we will distribute as far as they go.
SIRE URI: No, it's mine!
It belongs to me and my guests.
APOLLO: Does your wife share your feelings about denying your food to others?
My wife?
Siress Uri. I don't see her.
Unfortunately she was not in time to make the voyage.
My sympathies.
I share your bereavement.
Siress Uri was an outstanding woman.
Yes.
I'm sure she'd be moved by your period of mourning.
Boomer, have Jolly come up here with a crew and distribute
this food throughout the ship.
Without being critical, Captain, wouldn't you say
you overplayed our hand just a tad?
Considering Sire Uri is a member of the newly elected Council of the Twelve.
How do you overplay starvation?
How does it feel?
CASSIOPEIA: Feels like it's never even been broken.
MAN: The bone's been fused whole. It's stronger than before.
It's wonderful.
EXCLAIMS IN DELIGHT
Look, look!
GROANING
Look at my arm!
You're waiting to take me back, aren't you?
Well, it isn't easy to find a ride around here.
I dread returning to that ship.
Look, maybe I can check around
and see if there's any place else you can go.
But there are better ships.
Would you be doing this if I weren't a socialator?
Hey, listen, can we forget my little jokes
back on the shuttle?
Look,Lu
I just want to help you.
Really, it's nothing personal.
Nothing personal?
No. Absolutely nothing.
Really?
I swear.
LAUGHING
Okay. Okay!
But I think you're making a terrible deal.
Long-range patrol is reporting in.
Alpha tech scanner shows no sign of Cylon pursuit.
All vectors looking good.
Commander. Yes, I heard.
That's good news.
Apparently we've made good our escape.
Finding us now would be almost impossible,
assuming we don't make any mistakes.
Carillon is too far away.
We will never make it because of the food disaster.
There is no other destination.
SIRE URI: Ah, but there is.
We can stop here, on Borallus.
We know that everything we need is there.
Food, fuel and water.
And, undoubtedly, a Cylon task force.
It is the most logical place for us to stop.
Precisely why I believe it'll be fatal.
Hey, where are you going?
SIRE URI: Possibly fatal.
Is it not surely fatal to continue towards Carillon?
There is another way, if I may have a few moments of the Council's time.
I support Commander Adama's rejection of Borallus.
Surprising.
It is a deathtrap as lethal as the one we left behind
and we haven't the armament to fight our way in and out.
However, there is another approach to Carillon.
Instead of using the intended route,
which takes us centons out of our way,
I suggest we take the direct path, here,
through the Nova of Madagon.
Not patrolled and a savings of centons in reaching Carillon.
Captain, I may not be a military expert,
but I do know that the Cylons don't have to patrol that particular area
because they mine it.
They lay mines to make passage impossible.
It would be impossible for a fleet of cumbersome ships like ours
to even attempt to go through that narrow passage.
I agree. The fleet could not traverse the channel
unless it had been cleared first.
And how would you propose doing that?
Well, I suggest I find one or two volunteers
to join me in flying ahead of the fleet in fighter craft
to blow the minefield apart with laser torpedoes.
MAN: Good idea.
Two volunteers?
Out of the question! Out of the question!
Brilliant, brilliant.
If you must go straight ahead as you insist, Adama, then this is the way.
I say we support the captain.
MAN: Good for you, good for you, my boy.
As grave a plan as it is, it appears to be our only hope.
You have the support and the blessing of the Council of the Twelve.
Thank you.
Guess who he's got in mind to volunteer for that. Hey, hey, wait, wait.
I'm getting out of here.
Well, just the two fellas I wanted to see.
Follow me, gentlemen.
See? I told you.
And just what do you think you were doing volunteering for a mission like that?
Sire Uri must be laughing up his sleeve.
What's worrying you more, the mission
or your being made to look foolish by Uri?
I'm sorry, I know better than that, but there was no choice.
You didn't seem to have a viable plan. It was his way or mine.
Now, you see? He's got us doing it, turning one against the other.
If Uri weren't such a prima donna, I'd say let him lead!
But we must not allow ourselves to be fractioned off.
There are too few of us left.
A single voice is imperative.
But not his!
He's only interested in himself.
I don't understand how he ever got elected to the Council of the Twelve,
and you voted for him!
You should have known him back in the renaissance days of Caprica.
He was one of the best. A builder, an architect of dreams...
Now, he just sits and decays himself with drink and remembrance.
No wonder our world fell apart.
Looking back is contagious.
Decay and corruption go hand in hand
with defeatism and lack of action.
Uri moved in because you failed to act,
to have alternatives to his plans.
I believe it is sometimes prudent
to steer away from the flames once you've been badly burnt.
And I'd say you'd better look around more carefully.
You're nursing wounds while we're still in the fire.
SERINA: He still won't eat.
APOLLO: I think we may have found something that's going to interest him.
Tonight? Shouldn't you be getting some rest?
I'II sleep better after we solve Boxey's problem.
That's a tall order.
I'm a big boy.
Okay, Boxey.
You're going to love this, Boxey.
As you know, we will soon be landing on various alien planets.
It's important that we be safe.
Ordinarily, we'd use trained daggits to stand watch at night
while our warriors slept in their encampments.
But we didn't have any daggits.
So we just had to see what we could come up with.
We'll call the first one Muffit II.
Naturally, the first one will have to be very carefully looked after.
That's not Muffit. It's not even a real daggit.
No, but he can learn to be like a real one. He's very smart.
And if you would help us, it'll be even smarter.
Stop that.
WHINING
We used the image of Boxey you gave us
to train the drone to respond to him.
I owe you one, Doc.
Any time.
LAUGHING
That's one I owe you.
Call it even.
MUFFIT II BARKING
Father?
Father, are you all right?
SIGHS
If anyone amongst us can say that he's all right after what has happened,
I'd recommend them for catharsis treatment.
That's not the warrior I'm used to.
Whatever happened to the joy of living to fight another day?
CHUCKLES
Ah, yes, the joy of living.
You were aboard the Galactica.
You didn't see them down there.
Their faces. The old, the young...
Desperate. Begging, screaming for a chance to come aboard,
a chance to live.
And there I was, like God,
passing out priorities
as if they were tickets to a lottery.
There was one... One woman
with a child in her arms.
She tore at my arm as I was boarding the launch to come back.
Father, don't. Father. The guard came up.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye and tried to stop him.
He shoved her away, pushed her.
He didn't see the child.
I don't know what happened to that woman.
But, God, I don't want it anymore.
Let someone else do it.
Father?
Take this burden from me.
It's somehow beautiful.
It's a perfect machine.
LAUGHING
Born to dance amongst the stars.
STARBUCK: It's bumping into them that has me worried.
Why did you volunteer, Starbuck?
Well, somebody had to do it.
Did Apollo make you?
Yes, you certainly have a way of cutting through the felgercarb.
Do you ever take that smoldering weed out of your mouth?
I had this wonderful speech all prepared.
About this being your last night here,
about possibly not seeing another night as beautiful as this one
or another girl as beautiful
as I am ever again?
Yeah. Well, that speech is a little better
than the one I had.
Would you mind if I borrowed it
on some future occasion?
Uh, listen.
Do you mind if we don't spend too much more time
in the launching bay?
Well, can you think of any place more private?
Come to think of it, I can't think
of any place private in the whole damn fleet.
What's in there?
That's the launch tube.
You don't want to go in there. It's dark and cold and...
SIGHS
Oh, Lord, I'll do anything you ask tomorrow,
just don't call an alert tonight.
Colonel, have you seen Lieutenant Starbuck, by any chance?
No, I don't think I...
Wait, I did see him on one of the monitors earlier.
Before we shut down the flight deck,
I think he was checking out his ship.
That would seem to make sense.
I'm sure he's long gone by now.
Getting a good night's sleep for the mission. Why don't you do the same?
You are going to be working.
That little snake.
HISSING
SCREAMING
The Nova of Madagon is not a nova at all,
but a star field so bright,
our cockpits will be sealed to prevent blindness.
We'll navigate by scanner and sweep
everything out of our path with turbo lasers.
CLEARS THROAT
You feeling all right, Starbuck?
You're fidgeting around like a daggit on a sunspot.
Well, it's my bio-pulse line, sir.
You see, it's a bad time for me to be cooped up in a cockpit.
BOOMER: Starbuck's being polite, since he got a steam burn.
APOLLO: I don't think I wanna ask you how you got it
because I need you on this mission.
I didn't choose you to help lead us through
without a great deal of anguish.
If it'll do any good, let me assure you
that should we fail, no one will survive.
The rest of our friends must sit in anticipation of our skill.
STARBUCK: Or lack thereof.
Ready?
Ready.
APOLLO: Starbuck?
I'm not ready, but let's get it over with.
Nova star field ahead.
MAN: On three, two, one...
Radiation shield positive.
Launch fighters now.
FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE: Skin temperature readout 100 and rising.
I may not be able to see anything,
but it’s sure getting hot.
Anybody picking up the field in the scanner?
Negative. My scanner’s burning up.
BOOMER: Mine’s gone.
APOLLO: l was afraid of that. It’s too bright
for the scanner.
Core systems, transferring control
from probe craft to Galactica.
We will guide you through using scanners.
What if we miss a mine?
One of us will be the first to know.
Let’s go.
WOMAN: We ’ll talk you through.
FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE: Countdown to fire.
Five, four, three...
Three degrees right.
Target destroyed. One target coming up.
STARBUCK: It’s burning through my canopy.
APOLLO: Just keep firing!
FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE: ...one. Fire.
And fire.
Heartbeat, Lieutenant Boomer, readout 100. Other functions normal.
It's working, Commander.
They're clearing a path 100 maxims wide.
Now, that is precision flying.
I can’t see a blasted thing. Are we hitting anything?
Hanged if l know.
FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE: ...two, one, fire.
Heartbeat, Captain Apollo, readout 99.
Skin temperature 120 and still rising.
Skin temperature 130 and rising.
Five, four...
STARBUCK: It’s getting hot.
FEMALE ELECTRONIC VOICE: ...two, one, fire.
Fire.
Heartbeat, Captain Apollo, readout 99.
Skin temperature 135 and slowly levelling off.
APOLLO: It’s cooling off.
Let's take a look at where we are.
Negative shield, now.
There it is. Carillon.
I think we ’re going to make it.
Yee-haw!
CHEERING
Reach the flight crews.
ADAMA: The planet Carillon.
Landing operations will begin at once.
Prepare to land the mineral ships and the Iandram parties.
Our mineral scanners have located what we believe is
the approximate site of the old mining expedition.
Blue Squadron will vector in the ground search teams.
Welcome, Baltar. I have grave news.
A handful of Colonials prevail,
but we will soon find them.
What of our bargain? My colony was to be spared!
I now alter the bargain.
How can you change one side of a bargain?
When there is no other side.
You have missed the entire point of the war.
But I have no ambitions against you.
Could you think me so foolish as to trust a man
who would see his own race destroyed?
Not destroyed, subjugated. Under me.
There can be no survivors.
So long as one human remains alive,
the alliance is threatened.
CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY
Surely you...
You don't mean me?
We thank you for your help, Baltar.
Your time is at an end.
No, you can't...
No, not now, Centurion.
Remove him for public execution.
Vector 63038 to Ground Expedition 2.
My scanners read life forms beyond these coordinates.
Either it’s some high-energy—yielding substance
or they left some kind of caretaker operation
behind when they abandoned this place.
BOOMER: We’ve got it, 038. Thanks a lot.
STARBUCK: I wonder What this looks like in the daytime.
Hey, this is the daytime.
Oh, lovely.
APOLLO: Landram 1 to Skywalk 038,
can you assist in locating tylium mine?
You got it, Captain. My scanner indicates
that you are vectored to intersect
the mine area in 24 millicentons.
APOLLO: Affirmative, 038. We have it.
JOLLY: Everyone, sync chronometers.
Captain would like a check-in every four millicentons
on the emergency frequency. Understood?
Affirmative, Jolly.
You are in time-sync now.
038 returning to base.
See you guys in a while. Good luck.
Boomer...
Yeah, yeah, what is it now?
You're not gonna believe this.
I don't believe it.
What is it?
I don't know.
Yeah. Boy, it sure is pretty.
Sounds friendly.
Yeah.
YELPS Don't shoot me! What do you want?
Wait, wait, wait. Wait. Don't be afraid.
Listen... Hey, you're from Taura.
I'm a Taurus. How do you know that?
The dialect.
Listen, what is this place?
What are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
What are you doing here?
Colonial warriors sneaking around
a resort like this with your weapons drawn!
Oh, sorry. This is legal, isn't it?
Well, how did you get here?
I came in a skybus.
She's must have been smoking plant vapor.
Hey, hey, hey. Wait, wait, listen!
Could you... Could you tell us something about this bus?
Oh, my travelator, he took care of all of it.
Isn't it fabulous here?
All this for so little money.
And I just won over 1,000 cubits.
Isn't that amazing?
You won those cubits here?
In here. Everybody's doing it. It's incredible.
You know, if it's illegal, you're going to have
to fight the whole star system.
I have to go. I have a moonlight cruise.
Two moons. Oh, how can you go wrong?
PEOPLE CHATTERING EXCITEDLY
BOOMER: I don't get it. How cut off can these people be?
She didn't act like she'd even heard
about the destruction of the Colonies.
There's something even more peculiar.
Why haven't we heard about this place?
Look, I suppose you know every gambling Chancery in this star system, huh?
That's right. That's right. If there's a game going on, you'd know about it.
UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
PEOPLE CHEERING
The odds must be incredible here, Boomer.
People are winning a fortune.
Yes, and they're obviously well fed.
Look, why don't we find out about who's in charge of this place
and see about getting some food back up to the fleet?
Hold it, Boomer. The last thing these people may wanna find
is a Battlestar sitting on their front door.
I haven't found a gambling den yet
that didn't depend on military pay vouchers to keep its doors open.
Now, Boomer, until we find out who these people are,
just remember, it'll only take one informant
and we'll have the whole Cylon war machine on its way.
I want to look around, sit in on a game or two,
see if I can find out what's behind this place.
Your mission, Boxey, is to keep your eye on that readout.
When the counter gets up to 10,
it means we're right on top of a rich tylium deposit.
Yes, sir.
We can't afford to stay in any one place for too long.
Why? Why'd those people want to hurt us?
What did we do to them?
It's not what we did to them,
it's what they fear we could do.
You see, they're not like us.
They're machines, created by living creatures a long, longtime ago.
If they're machines, why don't we just turn them off?
CHUCKLES
Boy, I wish we could.
These machines aren't all that simple.
You see, some machines are so advanced
that they can function better
than a lot of living creatures.
They're not smarter.
In some ways, they are.
They're programed to think a lot faster than we do.
On the other hand, they're not as individual.
We can do a little more of the unexpected.
It's about the only advantage we have.
Why did we make them?
We didn't.
Another race did.
A race of reptiles called Cylons.
After a while, the Cylons discovered humans
were the most practical form of creature in this system,
so they copied our bodies,
but they built them bigger and stronger than we are.
And they can exchange parts so they can live forever.
Maybe the Cylons who created
these machines could turn them off.
There are no more real Cylons.
They died off thousands of yahrens ago,
leaving behind a race of super machines.
And we still call them Cylons.
Will that happen to us, too?
Will our drones and machines take over?
We are very careful not to make our drones
quite that intelligent or independent.
BARKS
Present company excepted, Muffit.
As a matter of fact, I think we'd better have this drone checked.
He's been listening awfully closely.
We'd better talk.
Right.
WOMEN: SINGING Something’s always after you
It’s love, love, love
They can't try to read our lips in here.
Who?
Whoever might be up to something in this place.
Well, Boomer, one thing this place isn't is crooked.
Where'd you get all those cubits?
Gambling. I'm telling you, Boomer. You can't lose.
That's what I'm talking about.
You ever been in a gambling Chancery
where you couldn't lose your money?
No, but then I've never been here before either.
ALL: SINGING No matter where you go
It won’t matter what you do
’Cause something’s always after you
Boomen I got an idea.
We can make a fortune if we put those girls on the star circuit.
You know, I mean big money. Big money.
Big money, huh? Mmm!
Every creature in the universe is out to exterminate us
and you want to hire a vocal group?
Mmm-hmm.
Starbuck, I'm telling you, there's something
just not right about this place.
ALL: SINGING It’s love, love, love
Love! Love!
IN DEEP VOICE Love
Yeah, I've got to talk to those girls.
BARKING
Quiet, Muffit. I see it. Tylium.
APOLLO: Nice going, Boxey.
JOLLY: That's a pretty hot reading, skipper.
We may be right on top of that old mine. I better check it out.
Okay, Jolly, keep your eyes open.
BARKING
I'll bring him back.
Hey, Boxey.
Boxey, hold it right here. I'm gonna get him back.
Muffy! Muffy!
Thank you.
For what?
For saving my son's life.
You're getting things a little out of proportion.
Anyway, maybe I should be thanking you.
You don't know anything about me
or what happened Boxey's father.
When you're ready, you'll tell me.
In the meantime, nothing that's gone on
before really counts for much.
As far as the human race is concerned, we're all starting over.
Muffy! Muffy!
Muffy!
MUFFIT BARKS
Muffy? Muffy!
Darn you, daggit! Where are you?
Muffy! Muffy?
Muffy!
Muffy?
GASPS
MUFFLED SCREAM
FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING
Any sign of Boxey? Afraid not.
What is it?
What's happening on this planet?
I don't know.
APOLLO: This may be the largest tylium mine in the star system.
SERINA: I don't care about that.
I just want to know what's happened to Boxey.
CHIRPING
ELECTRONIC VOICE: Welcome to Carillon.
You are impressed?
APOLLO: Confused would be more like it.
Listen, we've lost a little boy.
CHIRPING
He is safe. We found him and brought him here.
Would you care to join him?
Yes, we would.
Mommy!
Captain. Good fortune smiles on us.
Yeah, it's like nothing we ever dreamed of, Captain.
They've got everything we need here. Plenty of it.
They're happy to share.
Sounds like paradise.
Yeah, it does.
Colonel? A message from Sire Uri.
TIGH: "The Ovion people have extended
"to the survivors of the Colonies
"every measure of goodness and support we might have hoped for."
ADAMA: "It is now possible to foresee the entire fleet
"able to resume our voyage
"within a centon."
Well, Colonel.
A most optimistic note.
Too optimistic.
Uri has everyone in the fleet breaking in the bulkheads
to get down to the surface.
Well, perhaps in small numbers in orderly rotation.
It isn't going to be that way.
Already he's authorized visitors' permits to half our population.
Half the population?
We ’ve come so far, so quickly,
there has been little time for reason.
What is the curious secret behind the existence of this outpost
on the outer rim of our star system?
There are many such oases for intergalactic travelers,
but none so far off the known arteries of trade,
and none so curiously close to a tylium mine.
Fuel has begun to arrive from the Ovion mines,
but in curiously small quantities.
Now, I feel the growing need for extraordinary measures of precaution.
The ships continue to hover over the planet,
supported by small maintenance crews
whose spirits are as depleted as their numbers.
Everyone seems to have forgotten our flight from the Cylons.
The beauty and wiles of Carillon
hold our people spellbound.
DISCO MUSIC PLAYING PEOPLE CHATTERING EXCITEDLY
STARBUCK: Let 'em ride.
Hello, Starbuck.
This is my lucky night.
Just might be.
Yeah. Well, money isn't everything.
Mmm-mmm. No?
Listen, have you checked out the accommodations yet?
Most of my unit is staying down on Carillon tonight.
I'll see what I can arrange.
Okay.
Yeah.
Are you going to play, sir?
Oh, I hope so.
Oh! Uh, yeah, sure.
Let 'em ride again. It's my lucky night.
CHEERING
Can't lose.
Is this seat taken?
Oh! Uh, well, it's... STAMMERING
Starbuck. Yeah.
I came because I think I owe you an apology.
You do?
Come on, this paradise is the perfect opportunity for us to be open
and honest with one another.
Yeah. I hurt you. Admit it.
Well...
Didn't you once tell me that I was the only woman
you'd ever had any real feelings toward?
Yeah, I may have said that.
You may have said that?
No,seeu. You.
No, Athena, wait!
What... What I meant to say is that
I've had to shut all of those feelings out of my mind
to avoid any more pain than I've already suffered.
LAUGHS Starbuck...
STARBUCK: Oh, no.
Hello.
Excuse me, I believe you're occupying my space.
Your space?
Yes, I have good news. Hmm?
I got us the key to the royal suite.
LAUGHS
Why, thank you, we do appreciate it.
See, listen, girls, I've got this hot streak going here...
Oh! I see.
Yes, I do, too.
Well, have a good time, you two.
And next time it's office rates, Lieutenant.
Never eaten so much in my entire life.
I'm gonna be as fat as a pig.
Push level three for us, please.
I fell like a total glut, Nanswah. Nothing fits me anymore.
And we've only been down on the surface for three...
I asked you to push the third level.
There, you've missed our lodging.
I did press it. Something seems to be wrong.
Well, there are no lodgings this far down.
Look there. It seems to be taking us all the way to the bottom.
Something seems to be happening.
Let me at that control.
There, we've stopped. Thank goodness.
I wonder what's down here.
SCREAMING
You wanted to see me?
I've been sitting here for yahrens, it seems,
examining our military intelligence on this Carillon outpost.
I didn't think we had any beyond the exploration for fighter fuel.
That's the disquieting part.
It was Baltar's people who engineered that expedition,
declared the tylium too minimal for mining.
And our military intelligence is based on that report.
And now we find one of the largest
tylium mining operations in the star system.
Exactly.
So the mystery is,
who's behind such a huge remote mining operation?
There's no local food source to feed their laborers.
They must be bringing it in from who knows how far.
They have plenty of food to share.
Some of our people are getting down right obese.
Yes.
And there's another mystery.
There seems to be no connection
between the Ovion workers underground
and the resort on the surface.
And yet there must be some connection.
Do you suspect a tie-in with the Cylon Empire?
SIGHS
Where Baltar's involved, I suppose I suspect everything.
You've had no reports of anything odd, out of the ordinary?
No, sir.
The people are having the time of their lives.
It's a circus. A wonderland.
APOLLO: Why don't we go win a fortune?
Why don't we, my beautiful captain?
We have here the food and necessities to feed our people.
We have the support of a culture
quite content to be subservient to our needs.
We are far away from the Cylons
so as not to pose a threat to them.
At least we ought not to pose a threat.
And would not if we destroyed our war machines.
What's this? Ah! Our young warrior.
Or should I say savior?
I was just pointing out that the Cylons destroyed our cities
because we were a threat to their order.
Here, isolated from them, we pose no threat.
Or would not, if we disposed of our ships and weapons.
Now, what do you think of my proposal?
Hope it's the grog.
Well, tonight it might very well be the grog,
but there's always tomorrow.
And why should they believe we are now willing to accept
that which we have always found to be unacceptable,
to live under Cylon rule?
Because we would destroy our arms
to prove we are willing to live in peace.
Destroy our only means of defense?
Or attack.
May I remind my brothers
that we did not have conflict with the Cylons
until we intervened in their relations with other nations?
Yes. Yes, you are right.
We did not come into conflict with the Cylons
until we helped our neighbors,
whom the Cylons wished to enslave.
And until we helped the Hasaris get back their nation,
taken by force by the Cylons.
Correct, but if we mind our own business,
there's every reason to believe
that the Cylons will leave us alone.
If you've all come to this Council
to turn your backs on the principles of our fathers
and the Lords of Kobol, from whom all Colonies evolved,
you do so with my utter contempt.
COUNCILORS MURMURING
Warriors are always the last to recognize the inevitability of change.
We have a choice.
Life or death.
I submit that an issue this grave
should be decided by our people.
Maybe you're right but I'll tell you something,
the military won't be easy to convince.
How, may I ask, do you propose to present such a delicate matter?
At a celebration to decorate those three brave young men
who led us to safety through the perilous straits of Madagon.
One of them Adama's son, I do believe.
Just the tonic our people need at this moment,
some old-fashioned down-to-goodness heroes.
PEOPLE CLAMORING EXCITEDLY
After you. Thank you.
Party's just getting started.
You want a little company?
I'm kind of companied out, thank you.
You're gonna miss the tribute for the three warriors.
I've given them all the tribute they're going to get.
It missed my level.
Mine, too. Something seems to be wrong.
We're going all the way down.
I didn't think that was allowed. I wonder what's down there.
BOTH SCREAMING
Help me! What are they doing with us?
Okay, 30—70.
You guys split 70% and I'll even pick up the transportation.
I just don't think
it will work out.
Why not?
Look, I can't talk now.
What do you mean?
We'll just have to talk about it later,
if you're still around.
Hey, hey! Wait, where you going?
You're my meal ticket out of the military.
Starbuck! SIGHS
What are you doing? The captain's been looking all over for you.
You know, Boomer, I'm beginning to agree with you.
Something's going on around here.
Well, whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait.
We've gotta get back to the Galactica.
What for?
Dress uniforms.
Dress uniforms? Wait. I'm not getting into any fancy...
One does not accept our people's highest military honor,
the Gold Cluster, in a battle suit.
The Gold Cluster?
You're kidding.
We got it.
Commander?
Commander.
Just like old times, isn't it, Tigh?
Well, our ships weren't quite so fancy but we gave them a good run.
Yes.
You didn't tell anyone we were meeting?
Good.
Is there some reason why you and I aren't supposed to be talking?
Pick up that ground-crew communicator
and climb into the next ship, please.
Climb into the next ship?
Quickly.
You’re patched into my internal comms system.
We are completely isolated. No one can hear us.
Yes, I understand but why would anyone want to?
It grieves me to think that we have to
take such precautions on our own Battlestar.
Sire Uri’s men are expecting me to make some kind of a move
over his disarmament plan.
I find that even my private quarters are being monitored.
Now, what I’m about to propose
is somewhat risky.
You don’t have to go along if you don’t want to.
Commander, if you say we should do it,
naturally I say we should do it.
What is it we’re about to do?
Tigh, when would be the most
devastating time for a Cylon strike?
SCOFFS
Almost any time, with half of our warriors down on...
During the celebration, when all of our warriors are down on Carillon.
If we were attacked
without being able to recall our warriors,
we wouldn’t have a chance.
A few well-placed Cylon bombs in the heart of this launching bay
and we couldn’t be able to get a single fighter into the air.
Then you do think there ’3 more to Carillon than generosity?
It smells like a trap.
It feels like a trap.
I believe it is a trap.
It is imperative that we get our pilots closer to our ships.
Or perhaps the other way around,
get our ships closer to our pilots.
How do we get our fighter ships down
to Carillon without getting Council clearance?
We launch a couple at a time as if they were part of our regular patrol.
The Council has ordered all of our warriors to be at the party.
They will be there, in a manner of speaking.
Now, Uri doesn’t know all of our warriors on sight.
He’ll be counting uniforms, not men.
He’ll be counting uniforms?
Yes.
And I want you to collect all the warrior uniforms
you can possibly lay your hands on
and fill them with whomever you can find.
Mechanics, kitchen personnel, anyone.
And get them down to that party.
What do I tell them?
Tell them anything.
Tell them they’re on a secret mission,
which is the truth.
I’ll do my best.
I’m depending upon you, Tigh.
If I’m right,
Uri won’t be the only one who’ll be
counting uniforms at that party tonight.
I understand.
And I hope you are wrong.
Well, we ’ll see.
CLATTERING
What are you doing, Colonel?
Felger.
I didn't mean to startle you.
Can we give you a hand with...
If you ever do that again, you're on report, Starbuck!
And you can tell rest of your playboy pilots
this is not the last flash inspection that I'm going to make.
And if I ever find uniforms in this condition, you're in trouble!
When Commander Adama sees these, he's gonna go crazy!
It's gotta be the pressure. You know, it's unfair.
A lot of those bridge officers never get a chance to go down to the surface,
while everybody else gets to go and have a good time.
Bridge officers don't get their tail shot off
flying around in skinny little fighters.
But still, I wouldn't mind trading with them.
I believe you, Boomer.
I'II mention it to the Colonel.
Wait a minute. I can't take over for him. I'm not a colonel.
Neither am I.
So much for guilt. Let's go to the party.
Right.
Hello, Father.
Apollo.
Well.
Colonel Tigh wants to be at the celebration,
so I offered to relieve him for the night.
It was simply a favor.
I might have thought you'd like to see
your son getting a Star Cluster.
It's well deserved, Apollo. Well deserved.
Precisely why I cannot accept it as anything
but another one of Councilor Uri's ploys.
How can saluting his greatest rival's son be a ploy?
I just have the feeling that he'll propose
destroying our arms at the celebration,
hoping that the cascade of emotion will do all the damage
before anyone realizes what they've done.
But you can stop him.
CHUCKLES
Not anymore. Haven't you heard the talk?
I got us into this predicament.
No one believes that.
And even if some do, you have to speak out.
Well, how can I say to you that you've been more than a father to me?
You've been someone I could look up to with trust and respect.
My ideals rise and fall on your standards, and this isn't you.
What's happening to you? Help me to understand.
You'll understand, my son.
In time, you'll understand.
I know that wasn't easy for you, not telling him.
Perhaps you should have.
No, if I told him,
I wouldn't have been able to keep him from my side.
This is my gamble. If I win, we all win.
But if you're wrong, Uri will destroy you.
I'm not wrong.
The Cylons lured me into their deception once.
Never again.
WOMAN: Guaranteed?
MAN: Easy. You can't lose.
APOLLO: That's very strange.
What is?
That man's insignia is Blue Squadron.
I thought I knew everybody in it.
And look at the fit of that uniform.
Apollo, tonight is a night of thanksgiving.
And everyone's dressing up and making do with whatever they have.
He probably hasn't worn that in years.
Besides,
the guest of honor looks absolutely delicious.
How lovely you look in your uniform.
How?
Hey, isn't this something, Boxey?
Our hosts have been very generous.
I don't like them. What?
I told him the Ovions wouldn't approve
of him bringing Muffit to the celebrations.
Well, we put one over on 'em, didn't we?
Except for your captain, I deduce from the uniforms
that most of your warriors are here.
Yes. Well, I'm always a big draw.
LAUGHS
WHINES
Muffit, Muffit, come back here! You daggit, come back here!
Starbuck. Yes.
What is it? I'm talking to the great and near-great.
Well, when you come down, tell me who that is.
Those three guys right behind the dancer.
STARBUCK: Darned if l know. They sure have lousy tailors.
Starbuck, you should know them.
Why should I know them?
Because they're wearing the insignia from our squadron.
Yeah. Don't start without me.
Where is the lieutenant going?
To find the captain, sir.
Excellence
APOLLO: What's going on?
Stop those guys! Stop them!
What are you...
What are you doing, Starbuck?
Listen, something's going on around here.
Those three impostors, I just... Listen, can we talk?
Yeah. Will you excuse us? The lieutenant needs attention.
I'll take Boxey and get something to eat. Where is Boxey?
He's probably in watching the acrobats. They're pretty good.
Well, don't be long. You two don't want to miss your own coronation.
Boxey!
What's this about impostors?
I don't know. I don't know.
I've been running into guys all night who aren't from our unit
but they're wearing our unit's clothes.
That officer in the shuttle.
You spotted one of them?
Yeah, maybe.
I think we'd better check this out.
I suggest that you find your two friends
and tell them that we're going to begin with or without them.
Yes, sir.
Looks deserted.
Everyone's at the party.
Not everyone. There are three impostors down here someplace.
CHIRPING
How many warriors?
CHIRPING
Nearly their full complement of warriors.
See that the humans remain entertained until the end.
Then they will be yours in the lower chambers.
This night, we celebrate a most special event
in the annals of human experience.
Starbuck, what'd you find?
Well, they're not here. They must be at another level.
The other levels aren't accessible to humans.
Yeah, I've been wondering about that.
Yes, so have I.
I know how to fix that. Stand back.
You're the gambler, pick a level.
Let's say we have a look at what's furthest from the guestrooms.
Mmm, nice.
SHUSHING
Mmm-mmm, you're the leader.
...against any living brother, whether a former friend or foe...
Muffit!
SIRE URI: ...remembered in the annals as the...
Me and my big mouth.
Well, at least we know the secret of Carillon. Let's get out of here.
Wait. You go.
What are you talking about?
We still don't know the connection between
the casino and this mining operation.
For all we know, they could be supplying
half the fuel for the Cylon Empire.
We just can't leave it fully operational.
We've got our entire population up on top.
That includes women and children.
You get up there and warn them.
I won't do anything until you've had
a chance to get away.
What can you do by yourself?
This whole planet is loaded with tylium.
If I can ignite it with my laser,
it'll blow the entire planet apart.
Starbuck, I can't leave you down here.
You'll never get out alive.
You don't have a choice.
Starbuck, I had to leave Zac behind.
I can't leave you, too.
You go up. I'll set fire to the tylium.
Apollo, by the time we get through arguing
about this...
Shh! Somebody's coming.
Muffit!
Run, Boxey, run!
I guess its a little late to try and talk to these fellas?
I think so.
Oh, my God!
Some of them are probably from our ships.
STARBUCK: No wonder no one's ever left here to tell about this resort.
The Ovions are living off of them
and probably selling the tylium they mine to the Cylons.
MUFFIT BARKS
There's Muffit!
APOLLO: Hey, Boxey, come back here!
SOBBING No!
BOXEY: Muffit! Muffit!
Starbuck!
SOBBING
Let's go! Follow me!
Report, Centurion.
It is done, lmperious Leader.
Let the attack begin.
By your command, lmperious Leader.
We're doing fine! Oops!
STARBUCK: There's just too many of them!
APOLLO: Go for the ceiling. Set fire to the tylium.
That must be why you're a captain!
Call out the entire garrison.
SCANNER BEEPING
Scanner's picking up a large body of
objects closing rapidly.
Scan for alien forms.
This way, this way!
Run, Boxey!
Captain, where you guys been? We've been looking all over for you.
GRUNTS
Come on!
Move!
When these fires reach hyper-combustion, the whole planet's gonna blow!
Let's get out of here!
Frack!
ATHENA: Form scan positive.
Multiple three-passenger vehicles.
Cylon attack craft.
So they spring their trap.
Enemy approaching, 90 microns.
Arm weapons.
...an opportunity to throw down our arms and prove once and for all
that peace begets peace and love begets love.
And so I...
Attention! Everybody listen to me!
I want everybody to move quickly and orderly towards the exits.
That is an order!
Stay where you are! I'm in charge here!
PANICKED SHOUTING
Do what the man says! He's in charge.
Here, Muffit! I'm going to save you.
Enemy closing, 70 microns.
Enemy approaching, 55 microns.
Serina, take Boxey.
I'll be back.
Let's go! Move it out! Take it easy.
Muffit! Wait! We can't leave without Muffit.
We can't leave without Muffit!
Let's go!
APOLLO: Do you have any idea where these Iandrams are coming from?
I don't know.
Landrams courtesy of Commander Adama.
35 microns and closing.
Jolly, what are you doing in combat dress?
The rest of Blue Squadron didn't get to go to the party, sir.
I guess they had to let you go, though,
or they'd have been wise they didn't have
all the military personnel there.
Well, if you didn't go to the party, who were those guys?
Anybody the Commander could find in fleet to fill the uniforms.
You should have seen the one that got mine.
Enemy closing, 30 microns.
Recall all warriors from surface.
Stand by to attack.
25 microns and closing.
I want you ladies in that shuttle craft.
APOLLO: Jolly, what's going on?
The whole squadron's waiting for orders from the Galactica.
BOTH: Yahoo!
15 microns.
Cylon attack force now closing to killer range.
They'll take you in the shuttle.
Let's go!
Take care of your mom.
I wish he could be my daddy.
Enemy closing in. Ten microns.
They are not sending out interceptors.
We have taken them completely by surprise.
Closing in. Five microns.
Four, three, two, one.
Positive shield, now.
APOLLO: Starbuck?
Revved and ready for takeoff.
He's coming right at us.
Fire in the bay!
Damage control.
Your wing ready, Jolly? Ready, sir.
Boomer? Ready, Captain.
Let’s go.
TURBOS FIRE
There's nothing to stop them.
Sir, incoming surface squadron doesn't seem to match
any known Cylon war machines.
Aren ’t they gonna be surprised!
If we don’t stop them, we ’re gonna
have to go back and live on that rock.
That one’s for the Atlantia.
Here ’3 one for Zac.
Father, they're ours, all of them. But how?
It looks to me like a lot of our boys
violated orders and skipped the party.
Yes. Make a note, Colonel,
to discuss discipline in the ranks.
Yes, sir.
APOLLO: Starbuck? Yo.
On your tail! Nothing to worry about it.
Felgercarb!
Boomer, you give him a hand.
I’m on my way.
JOLLY: Don’t take too long, Boomer.
Thanks for the assist.
APOLLO: Squadron Vector Alpha/. I’m onto three.
Make that two.
BOOMER: Let’s go! Press it home. Press it home.
STARBUCK: l think we got them on the run.
Now let’s see if we can find that Cylon base ship.
STARBUCK: Nothing on my scanner.
APOLLO: It’s hidden some place behind Carillon.
That’s the only way it could have
approached us without being picked up.
We’re not going to let that base ship go.
They can follow us at a safe distance and plot our every move
until the reinforcements arrive.
Let’s go down on the deck beneath their scanners.
Warriors requesting permission to locate and pursue Cylon base ship.
No. Colonel, we must conserve our resources
if we're to find a home for our people.
Bring the fleet home.
APOLLO: Get on a Cylon frequency.
STARBUCK: What for?
They can’t see us, but they’ll hear us.
Doing what, praying?
No, you’re gonna be Red and Blue Squadrons,
and I’m gonna be Green and Yellow.
I’ll be Red and Blue... Oh, l get it.
Sir, two of our warriors are overdue and unaccounted for.
Who?
It's Captain Apollo, sir.
SIGHS
Who else?
And Starbuck.
I see.
Switching frequencies now.
APOLLO: This is Green Leader to Red.
All ships in formation and ready for attack. Come in.
Um... Yeah. Yeah, we’re all ready.
Every one of us.
Speak, Centurion.
By your command.
Colonial Viper squadrons approaching in large numbers.
Surely our Raiders are close enough to defend us.
Our Raiders are still engaged against the Galactica.
Retreat base ship behind the protection of Carillon.
Their scanners will not be able to find us.
APOLLO: This is Yellow Leader. We have your squadron visual contact.
STARBUCK: Right. Green Leader, I’ve got two more squadrons
requesting permission to join us. Purple and Orange Squadrons.
They’re just dying for a good fight.
Been on reconnaissance for centons.
Purple and Orange?
Negative, Blue Leader. Let’s not get carried away.
We’ve got all the manpower we need to knock out one base ship.
Commander, we're picking up some attack signals
between Purple and Orange Squadrons.
We don't have Purple and Orange squadrons.
Purple and Orange?
Starbuck and Apollo?
Lord help them both.
The warriors continue to advance, at least six squadrons.
Recall all Raiders to defend base ship.
Our Raiders are all destroyed.
All destroyed? How? We took them by surprise.
Apparently, it was not as big a surprise as we had hoped for.
Retreat closer to Carillon, below their scanners.
There are reports of fires.
I said lower. Or they will destroy us.
By your command.
Just ahead. There she is.
STARBUCK: Lovely. What do we do, ram her?
We are now picking up attacking warriors on the scanner.
We are too close to the surface.
Sir, telemetry reports surface of Carillon reaching vapor point.
There are only two ships. It is a deception.
Open fire and retreat from the planet.
Uh, Apollo...
Okay, Starbuck, let’s get out of here
before that tylium we set on fire blows the planet apart!
ADAMA: Negative shield, now.
She's going to explode.
Let’s go home.
Some home. A piece of metal in the middle of nowhere.
It beats just plain nowhere, at least until we find Earth.
Think we ’ll ever really find it?
We ’ll find it. Someday.
Let’s go in.
ADAMA: Fleeing from the Cylon tyranny,
the last Battlestar, Galactica,
leads a ragtag fugitive fleet on a lonely quest,
a shining planet
known as Earth.
You are Baltar?
LAUGHS
As if you don't remember, hmm?
My predecessor has left me with a difficult choice.
Your
predecessor?
Was destroyed by your peers.
A foolish miscalculation of the will of your people.
STAMMERS I tried to warn him.
I could've helped... I could've prevented his...
Yes. I have examined your epistle
suggesting you would be able to locate the humans.
I can.
Oh, yes.
PANTING I think as they do.
STAMMERING I know where they will go, what they must do.
I find your reasoning logical.
Then.
lam to be... Spared.
To serve the empire!
To serve your people.
To help us extend the hand of truce.
Truce?
My predecessor was programmed
at a time when our empire was less capable of tolerance.
Now that we are omnipotent, we can afford to be more charitable.
You will explain my policy of goodwill.
I have spared you, I will spare them.
They are
not likely to be receptive.
I will send with you a base star
entirely under your command.
Lucifer?