(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Cally: Why do the Cylons come every 33 minutes? Why isn’t it 34 or 35 or…?
Tyrol: Cally…
Cally: What?
Tyrol: Shut up.
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: You got 32 minutes, people.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: Hey, can you do me a favor? Tell Captain Apollo he owes me one wing.
Deckhand: You got it, Chief.
Tyrol: No, Cally, there’s three. I know there’s three. Can you check it again for me, please?
Cally: Yeah.
Tyrol: At least get some starting to work? Hey, we’ll sleep when we’re dead, come on.
(4) INT. RAPTOR – HANGAR DECK
Crashdown: Boomer, heard the latest?: these Cylons look like us now. Primary fuel?
Boomer: Primary fuel 2-8-9-3 K.R.G.
Crashdown: A marine told one of the pilots that we marooned some guy back on Ragnar because the X.O. thought that he was a cyclon.
Boomer: You know what?: I don’t give a frak. Red light on the number-four thruster. Go make a visual I.D., see if it’s blocked.
Crashdown: Right.
Tyrol: A little rough on the new E.C.O. Don’t you think?
Boomer: He’s not my E.C.O. He’s some refugee from Triton that I’ve been saddled with, and I didn’t ask you.
Tyrol: Helo’s gone, Sharon.
Boomer: I didn’t ask you that, either! (just before he leaves) Sorry…
(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
Apollo: Hey, you see the note from the X.O.?
Starbuck: Yeah, I saw it. No way.
Apollo: Kara, everyone else-
Starbuck: I don’t fly with stims. They blunt your reflexes, your reaction time…
Apollo: Come on, Kara, gimme a break. Just-
Starbuck: Why are we arguing about this?
Apollo: I have no idea.
Starbuck: Neither do I. You’re the CAG, act like one.
Apollo: What the hell does that mean?
Starbuck: It means that you’re still acting like you’re everyone’s best friend. We’re not friends, you’re the CAG. “Be careful out there”? Our job isn’t to be careful, it’s to shoot Cylons out of the frakkin’ sky. “Good hunting” is what you say. And now one of your idiot pilots is acting like a child and refusing to take her pills. So she either says “Yes, sir” and obeys a direct order, or you smack her in the mouth, and you drag her sorry ass down to sick bay, and you make her take those pills.
[Pause, then she snickers. He follows]
Apollo: Well, I’m glad I’m not working for you.
Starbuck: Damn right you’re glad.
Apollo: So do I have to smack you in the mouth, lieutenant?
Starbuck: No, sir, I’ll take my pills.
[Apollo produces the pill]
Starbuck: Oh, perfect.
[Apollo puts them in her hand and she takes them]
Apollo: Carry on.
Starbuck: Yes, sir.
Intercom: Pilots to Ready Room, pre-flight briefing. Pilots to ready room.
Starbuck: (to a watching Tyrol) What?
[Tyrol shrugs]
Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers