“GUN ON ICE PLANET PART II”
Avalanche!
SCREAMING
I have no control over the use of my creations!
No responsibility!
Then who does?
APOLLO: Hold on! They're using the intakes!
WIND RUSHING
Fire.
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.
Some believe that there may yet be brothers of man
who even now fight to survive
somewhere beyond the heavens.
ADAMA: In Part One of "Gun On Ice Planet Zero"...
I just have the feeling that we're Being carefully maneuvered.
We're being herded into this safe passage ahead.
CENTURION: Pump system to speed.
I'm picking up a flare, a brilliant bead of light, like an eclipse.
I'm going to check it out.
Look on target.
Fire.
STARBUCK: Blue Leader to base, we’re under attack.
Battle stations! Flight officer!
ALARM BLARING
Starbuck, they’re forcing me down.
What's the matter? Something serious?
Oh, no. We’re just handing the safety of the entire Fleet
over to a bunch of murderers and cutthroats.
There's not all that much difference
between you and your fellow convicts and us.
We're all living for the promise of freedom,
and we're all threatened by a similar death.
Cylons!
We're going down!
Search for wreckage. Leave no survivors.
They're clones.
MAN: You came to destroy the Ravashol pulsar.
APOLLO: Ravashol? He is the Father Creator.
Cylon patrol.
Everybody down.
ADAMA: And now, the exciting conclusion of "Gun On Ice Planet Zero. "
The way is clear now.
So you're not turning us in to the Cylons. EXHALES
No, we hate the Cylons.
We are Theta-class life-forms,
considered by the Cylons to be subhuman.
We were created for slave labor.
Most of our brothers and sisters
are still slaves in the village.
But you're revolting.
Evidently we are not perfect.
No. Just human.
As humans, will you help us destroy the pulsar?
First, we must get into the village. Come.
MUFFIT BARKING
This is the entrance to our underground city.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
This passage leads to the base of the research station.
APOLLO: Now, we have to get to the top of that mountain.
There is one who can help.
Who?
Father Creator, Ravashol.
He's here? In the village?
He lives at the base of Mount Hekla.
You'll take me to him?
To free my people? Yes.
But first, I'll take your people to safety.
The probe that landed on the planet's surface, it was destroyed?
Not exactly.
Not exactly?
Control yourself, my friend.
You'll blow a circuit, or I believe you call it a blood vessel.
Really quite flimsy compared to...
I do not need a lesson in human anatomy. Where are our fighters?
Close to the point of no return.
Still hectares from the Galactica.
Have them attack the Galactica.
But then they will not have enough fuel to return.
That's suicide.
They're machines!
We are all machines.
Even you, of a sort.
With a probe on the surface and possible survivors,
I must push the Galactica forward.
Even if they were human pilots in those fighters,
I would give the same order.
Yes, I believe you would. HUFFS
By your command.
WOMEN SCREAMING
PEOPLE SHOUTING
The Cylons are searching the village.
Tenna, take the others and hide them.
But where?
With the children.
Hear that, Muffit? There are children! MUFFIT BARKING
Children? We were thought to be sterile.
It was a Cylon mandate
to maintain the purity of the Theta life-form.
But we have been bearing children.
And hiding them?
Yes.
Father Creator, please do not call for help.
You are not permitted here. Only planners.
Father Creator, we are in need of your help.
You're one of the 5 Series.
Yes. Series 5, Culture 9.
You are not one of mine.
You're a human.
Flight Captain Apollo from the Battlestar Galactica.
The Galactica is a vessel of war. I have no use for war,
violence in any form.
You have a strange way of showing it.
What do you call that monstrosity
on the mountain, a weapon of peace?
It is an energy lens system designed
to transmit intelligence across the galaxy.
Your energy lens system has fried two of my fighters
and is holding the Colonial Fleet at bay
until the Cylon Battlestars can reach and destroy it.
Impossible!
My system is maintained by Series 5 Theta life-forms.
With all reverence, Father Creator,
they are whipped if they come near the pulsar.
You are wrong!
I make adjustments, repairs, I transmit. My helpers are Series 5!
That may be so, but right now your Pulsar is manned by Cylon gunners
as a weapon of war.
A temporary misuse of its true function.
A temporary abuse.
So you do know how it's being used!
I have no control over the use of my creations!
No responsibility! Then who does?
BEEPING
Dr. Ravashol, permission to enter.
Cylons!
Behind the research stacks,
in the equipment cases. Hide him!
Enter.
Why did you keep us waiting?
Would you be happier that I ruin my work? These are delicate compounds.
Search.
What do you think you're doing?
The garrison commander will hear
that you have intruded upon my time.
We have orders to search.
We'll see about that.
This is Dr. Ravashol. I want to speak to the Command Centurion.
Dr. Ravashol.
Why is my work being disrupted?
There is a patrol here in my laboratory.
We are searching for humans.
I know nothing about humans. My work is waiting upon me.
Please order your Centurions
to go so that I may continue.
Only planners are permitted to visit you.
He's here because I need a strong back
to move some equipment at short notice.
Leave Dr. Ravashol to his research.
Punish the worker clone.
He's here at my orders! You can't...
WOMAN WHIMPERING
WOMAN: Cylons! Cylons! Help!
WOMAN WHIMPERING
WOMAN SCREAMING
This is our chance to go.
We'll have a better chance on the mountain.
Why couldn't you have left us alone?
If you and your Battlestar hadn't Intruded upon this quadrant,
all would still be peaceful!
We didn't have a choice. The Cylons forced us here.
Don't you understand? The Cylons are out
to exterminate every human in the universe.
Eventually, even you will go.
They let me live.
They understand my work.
All you want to do is to destroy
everything I've created.
Before you came, everything was in its proper place.
Planners to think, workers to work.
I've got news for you, Doctor.
Your workers are thinking and breeding.
Impossible.
Tell that to the children they have Hidden in the village.
Children?
If you won't help me to save the lives in the Fleet,
do it for the Thetas.
In a sense, they're all your children.
Scanners have picked up a Cylon fighter squadron.
How many? An attack phalanx.
They're beginning to press.
Battle stations.
Order Blue Squadron to patrol the rear. Aye, aye, sir.
ALARM BLARING
RIGEL ON PA: Vector coordinates coded and transferred.
Launch Bay Alpha, stand by to launch fighter patrol.
Launch when ready.
Enemy approaching. One hundred microns and closing.
Protect the freighters.
Galactica to Blue Leader, engage.
Have our fighters engaged the Galactica?
Yes, but they will not have enough fuel to return.
Break off the attack.
Baltar, I believe my sound sensor mishears you.
I said break off the attack!
It will force Adama to believe
that we are even closer than we are in actuality.
Very clever. A little hard on our troops but very clever.
By your command.
ADAMA: Why are they withdrawing?
Secure quarters.
They'll be back in packs like wild animals.
Any estimate on time remaining until
the landing party completes its mission?
Irrelevant. We must move forward in exactly
420 centons, whether they're successful or not.
There are two chambers in the mountain.
One housing the pulsar, the other a small garrison.
The only chance you have for total destruction
is to jam or reverse the main pump.
It's not easy but it can be done.
Here, here and here.
Quick, we must hide these humans.
BARKING
He won't hurt you! He’s just a daggit!
Hey, where's Thane?
Uh, I don't know,
maybe he got separated in the passageway.
He's been looking for a chance to make a break.
We'd better go find him.
Wait. Let us do it.
As you can see, strangers are easy
to single out here. Come.
INDISTINCT MURMURING
What is your purpose here?
Just visiting.
How many of you are there?
I travel alone. I've always been a little antisocial.
You are from the Galactica.
Never heard of it.
The Cylons have captured one of your party.
I'll go for it. You're not going anywhere.
I need you to scale the mountain.
Can you take me to where they have Thane?
The Cylons will recognize you.
Not if I'm dressed like a Theta.
All this risk for one man?
He might betray us.
Are you sure it's Thane
you want to save and not the other one?
Who else are you looking for?
SIGHS It's a pilot I lost.
Just a kid, really. His name's Cree.
If he survived the crash, the Cylons will have him.
For his sake, I hope he didn't.
Take him to a cold cell.
I will examine his cortex later.
No! No!
How many combat ships in the Fleet?
Tough question. There's so many.
How many?
SER 5-9: Starbuck!
Where's Apollo? He is with Ravashol.
Is he safe? He is in hiding.
Can Ravashol be trusted?
He saved Ser 5-9 from the Cylons.
STARBUCK: Looks like they caught you.
Ravashol lied to save my life.
I prefer being whipped to being killed.
In my inner pocket there's a tape coder.
The information you want is recorded in it.
Just press that button.
PEOPLE SCREAMING
We'd better get back.
Is that any way to greet a fellow warrior?
I thought I left you in charge. What happened?
Thane's dead. SIGHS
But he didn't betray us.
APOLLO: We got a problem.
Ravashol says our only chance...
Father Creator helped you?
Yes. He says our only chance
is a simultaneous attack.
One on the garrison stationed
in the chambers outside the pulsar,
the other on the gun itself.
I'm putting you in charge of taking the garrison.
I won't let you down. I'm counting on it.
Let's set our timepieces at 200 centons.
Got it.
We'll reach the top and start our attack in exactly 200 centons.
The Galactica will be moving forward after that.
For all our sakes, Starbuck, don't be late.
I'll be there.
WIND HOWLING
One of the clones told me
the Cylon fighters
are located at the top of the mountain,
just behind the pulsar emplacement.
When we get there, we grab one!
And go where?
How long do you think it'll be before
Galactica hunts us down?
The Galactica is the hunted.
Adama won't waste a squadron
hunting down three ex-convicts.
He knows that!
And since when are your sympathies
with the warriors who chained you?
The Galactica and the entire Fleet are finished.
They will be if we don't knock out that pulsar.
That's right. They'll all be destroyed and we'll be free!
We can find another planet. Starlos isn't far.
We can pick up food and water and fuel.
Now, are you with us,
or are you going to turn your back
on freedom the way you did before?
I could not shoot down a Colonial warrior.
Oh, yes, I know, the code, the bloodline.
And for all your compassion,
they chained you like an animal!
Now is your chance! Our chance.
One last time, my husband.
Are you with us?
I'm with you.
Good news.
Some of our fighters may have enough fuel
to rendezvous with us.
Well, at least 30%.
Good.
Have them go back and re-engage the Galactica.
But Baltar, they just disengaged.
LAUGHING Yes!
It will drive Adama crazy.
He's not the only one.
You said something? By your command.
RIGEL: Enemy closing, 10 microns.
ADAMA: General quarters.
RIG EL: Closing in five microns.
Blue Squadron up. Launch when ready.
LASERS FIRING
Activate the laser turrets.
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
Cylon attacking fighters have retreated
but Cylon Battlestars are entering the quadrant.
Our time is up, Colonel.
Flank speed ahead!
MAN: Flank speed ahead!
We're going right through.
By your command.
Our Baseships have arrived
and are closing on the Galactica.
What is the status of the pulsar?
Fully operating.
Initiate random firing. Sweep the entire corridor. Begin at once.
By your command.
Notify summit station.
Random sweeps covering the corridor.
ALARM BLARING
CENTURION: Lens system aligned.
Pulsar ready to fire.
Commence firing.
ADAMA: My God.
MALE OPERATOR: Yes, I read you.
Fire.
Avalanche!
GROANING
LEDA SHRIEKING
GRUNTING
That's one I owe you.
PULSAR FIRING
LEDA: His leg, he'll never make it
to the top of the mountain with this leg.
APOLLO: Can you get him down?
LEDA: I think so.
Do it!
What about the pulsar?
APOLLO: We'll take it from here. Let's go!
We've only got 80 centons left!
Fire.
MAN: We're getting within range.
The expedition must have failed.
No, they still have 70 centons.
PULSAR FIRING
Fire.
RIGEL: We're closing, Commander, 68 centons.
INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER
BEEPING
If we're gonna go, it's got to be now!
PULSAR FIRING
I'm with you.
There's nowhere you can go, Wolfe!
There's a whole squadron of Cylon fighters
just the other side of the hill.
We're getting off this piece of ice.
There isn't time!
Don't you understand? The Galactica’s
passing through the quadrant right now.
We've got to silence that gun!
You think I care what happens to the Galactica?
The Galactica is the only ship in the galaxy
that can protect you.
Without us, you're finished!
I don't think you realize
who is finished here, Captain.
The Cylons won't rest
until every one of us is put to death.
WOLFE: Don't worry about us, Captain, we're gonna make it.
To where?
Well, now,
that isn't really going to matter to you.
BOTH GRUNTING
Wolfe!
APOLLO: Don't shoot!
He'll never make it.
He's not getting away, he's as good as dead.
Croft, we've got to go with him.
It's our only chance.
We're here on a mission,
a mission to save the last remains of a once civilized race.
And we're going to do it! You understand that?
This mission goes through.
Let's get moving. The Galactica’s time is running out.
I'm putting you in charge, Croft.
Get us into that pulsar station.
We've only got 62 centons.
We're approaching Cylon scanning range.
They'll have a fix on us at any moment.
Commander, I suggest we let all the ships move at maximum speed.
We jeopardize the entire Fleet if we maintain
the speed of the slowest ship in the convoy.
Execute.
Galactica to all ships.
Accelerate to maximum possible speed.
Increase interval spacing. And good luck.
Where is the Galactica?
CENTURION: Sixty centons and closing.
PULSAR FIRING
Fifty centons and closing.
Maintain random firing.
Fire.
Hard to starboard. Helm, hard to starboard.
Forty-two centons. I'll be with you as fast as I can.
Where you going?
Got to settle a debt.
You're going to what?
Don't wait for me past 20 centons.
This is the intake tube,
it opens to the cooling system.
Laser's inside.
We don't have enough solenite
to blow up the whole station.
According to Ravashol's geogram
the key element is the energy exchange pump.
If we can wreck it, the gun will Overload and blow itself up.
Let's take a look.
APOLLO: We've only got 35 centons to go.
I hope Starbuck's on schedule.
The emergency escape hatch.
The cold cells where the Cylons
hold prisoners are directly below.
There are bound to be guards.
It'll take them by surprise.
Nobody breaks into prison.
Starbuck! Can you walk?
I can try. All right. Let's go.
COUGHS
Where is the Galactica?
Thirty centons and closing.
Fire.
Hard to port. Helm, hard to port.
That was close.
ADAMA: Hard to starboard. MAN: Helm, hard to starboard.
Commander, we have to turn back. We'll never make it.
RIGEL: Commander, 27 centons and closing.
APOLLO: Hold on! They're using the intakes!
WIND RUSHING
Let's go!
Hurry up, we've only got 25 centons.
Come on. In here.
Wait. Listen, uh...
You risked your life to save his.
Seemed like a good trade at the time. Now, come on.
You are very courageous.
I don't wish to betray my people, but...
But what?
They will help you to destroy the Cylon garrison.
I know that.
They will not allow you
to destroy the pulsar weapon.
Well, how will they stop us?
Apollo and the others will be setting the charges
when we bust into the garrison.
I do not know how they will do it,
only that they will,
by whatever means.
Let's talk to your people.
MECHANICAL BUZZING
That's the firing station in the middle.
It controls the energy pump.
LEDA: Is that the target?
Blow that and the whole system overloads.
It'll blow off the whole top of the mountain.
CENTURION: Twenty centons.
Fire.
Increase spacing between ships.
MAN: Yes, sir.
Cylon Basestars, Quadrant Epsilon. Closing rapidly.
There's your answer, Colonel.
We can't turn back. We must move forward.
RIGEL: Fifteen centons and closing.
We'll get through. We must get through.
We'll help you destroy the garrison.
The pulsar weapon belongs to us.
Keep that gun
and the Galactica is blown out of the sky.
When news of our revolt reaches
a Cylon outpost or Baseship,
they will come here in their fighters to destroy us.
You will have gone.
We will be here alone and defenseless
unless we have the pulsar to repel them.
Can't you hear it?
PULSAR FIRING
The Galactica is the last
Colonial Battlestar. It has to survive.
The fate of an entire race depends on it!
That is not our concern. But it is mine.
ALL GASPING
I am a member of that race
that is fleeing the Cylon tyranny.
Father Creator,
it is for our protection that I speak.
We will not be subjugated again by machines.
We are not perfect...
But you are human.
More human than I had ever anticipated.
I shall have to review my notes
to see where I went wrong.
Those are your brothers out there in space.
We have to help them. Destroy the pulsar.
I will protect you.
APOLLO: About eight centons to go.
We're out of time. We go now or not at all. All the way or not at all.
We are with you. ALL: Let's go.
PULSAR FIRING CONTINUES
How will you protect them?
I didn't give the Cylons everything I've created.
APOLLO: Five centons.
You take the three at the firing station,
I'll take the two at the door.
BREATHING HEAVILY
For the glory of Caprica.
For once in your life don't be late, Starbuck.
CLICKING
CENTURION: Four centons and closing.
Fire.
RAPID BEEPING
Heads up.
Three centons and closing.
RIGEL: Commander, we'll be in range in one centon.
Ready?
Now!
Let's go! We're almost out of time!
Croft!
LEDA SCREAMING
Fire.
EXPLOSION
That was too close.
RIGEL: Seventy microns.
ADAMA: Why haven't they stopped that thing?
The garrison? Wiped out.
SIGHS
You go ahead. I'll get Croft.
APOLLO: Croft, we've only got a few microns left.
Why would she do a thing like that?
Why would she save my life?
Let's go.
Fire.
RIGEL: Forty-five microns and closing.
Forty microns, 39...
Well, what if the blast cuts the cable?
We'll find out.
RIGEL: Thirty-three, 32, 31, 30 microns.
Time to leave, kids. Let's go!
My father!
I'm taking you to him, kid. I'm taking you to him.
RIGEL: Fourteen, 13...
CENTURION: Ten.
RIGEL: Nine.
Eight, seven,
six, five,
four, three.
RIGEL: Two. CENTURION: One.
Fire.
Commander, we've picked up an explosion on the surface!
A big one!
Can you read position?
The mountain!
They've done it. They've done it! LAUGHING
ALL CHEERING
Secure quarters!
Normal operations.
Send out a rescue unit with full fighter escort.
Aye-aye, sir.
Baltar, I bring grave news.
It cannot be.
I'm afraid it can.
A handful of humans successfully Destroyed the Ravashol pulsar.
Despite all of your garrisons and squadrons
and the biggest weapon in the universe?
But the strategy was yours, Baltar.
I recommend we come up with some sort of solid front
to explain this debacle to the Imperious Leader.
Very well.
But I will yet have the last laugh
on Adama, mark my words.
Don't I always, Baltar?
INDISTINCT CHATTER
I haven't seen emotion in a long time.
It's good to see it again.
The Cylons will be coming back.
We'll take care of them.
You may be having trouble
with your children from now on,
they seem to be getting more and more human. LAUGHING
I'm glad.
Peace be with you. May you get to where you're going.
Peace be with you, Father Creator.
Let's go home!
MAN: Goodbye, Captain! Good luck!
Let's go home! Let's go, Starbuck.
Captain, wait, wait, wait.
This is the chance of a lifetime. SIGHS
Three versions of the same beautiful woman.
I mean, can you imagine the possibilities? APOLLO: I can imagine.
You can? Yeah. Another time.
Um... STAMMERS Captain...
ALL: Bye.
Well, you win one, lose one. SIGHS
Ah, I just lost all three.
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.