(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Boomer: Uh, excuse me, Chief, a word with you, please.
Tyrol: Yes, sir, just one second. (to an assistant) You know what?, just do it. (back to Boomer) What’s up?
Boomer: Got a problem.
Tyrol: (covering, as someone’s around) Well, yes, sir, lieutenant. I believe the navcon modules are ready for inspection. (takes her away into the Tool Room)
(2) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM
Tyrol: Whatever it is, whatever it is, we’re gonna take care of it, okay? All right? Now, tell me what happened. What’s going on?
Boomer: There are, at this moment, six G-4 detonators missing from the small arms locker on deck 15.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM
Tyrol: What are you telling me for? Munitions go missing, you gotta go tell the master-at-arms, right now.
Boomer: I know that!
Tyrol: Sharon! Sharon, you can’t screw around with stuff like this-
Boomer: I’m not screwing around, okay? The only reason I didn’t tell anybody is because they’re gonna think I’m the one who took them!
(4) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM
Boomer: I took the one detonator from the duffel, replaced it, and then went back to my quarters.
Tyrol: Well, ah… you know what?, you know what? It’s not your fault. Someone’s obviously setting you up to take the fall for something, that’s what it is. I mean, you wake up somewhere, you don’t know how you got there or anything. You’re drugged or manipulated. Or who knows what, something.
Boomer: What do we do? ‘Cause if I report what’s happened, they’re gonna think I’m a Cylon agent.
Tyrol: No, they’re not; no, they’re not. No, no, no, why would they think that? That’s crazy.
Boomer: People are getting crazy, okay? You’ve heard the rumors: Cylons who look like humans, sleeper agents hiding in the fleet.
(5) GALACTICA – EMPTY WATER TANK
Tyrol: C.I.C., this is D.C. one. We’re entering the tank.
Dualla: Roger that, D.C. one.
Tyrol: Raptor 478, it’s D.C. one. I have you in my sights.
Boomer: (shining a floodlight in from her Raptor hovering outside) Copy that, D.C. one, I have you in sight.
Tyrol: Understood.
Boomer: How’s it look in there? Can you tell what happened?
Tyrol: Lieutenant, don’t worry. About my team… I got things under control.
Boomer: Copy that, D.C. one. I feel better knowing you’re on it. (to Crashdown) Watch the light, you’re off target.
(6) GALACTICA – EMPTY WATER TANK
Cally: Chief, take a look at this. (shows him a piece of metal)
Tyrol: What do you got?
Cally: Not sure. It looks like burn marks from an explosive. What do you think?
Tyrol: (covering) It’s, um… tough- tough to tell, it’s pretty rusted out.
(7) INT. GALACTICA – CONFERENCE ROOM
Tyrol: (on the podium) Um, so far we’ve found five discrete detonation points in the tank and we believe that there may be a sixth. I’ve suspected, due to the size of the residual scoring and the burn points, that we’re dealing with a G-4 type explosive. So I requested a spot-check of all inventory from the master-at-arms, and she indicated to me that there are six detonators missing from a small arms locker in the port flight pod. So, one detonator may still be unaccounted for.
Adama: Have the master-at-arms post guards at all small arms lockers, immediately.
Tyrol: It’s already done, sir. She also has opened an investigation into who may have had access to that locker. However, due to, um, ahem, spotty record-keeping and lax internal security procedures since the attack, she believes that we may never know who took the detonators.
Adama: Chief, thank you very much. Everyone except for Colonel Tigh, Captain Adama and Dr. Baltar are now released. Please remember, this briefing is strictly confidential. [Everyone but the aforementioned leaves.]
(8) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Apollo: It’s a critical mission, Boomer. We already have fights breaking out on some ships over water rations. There’s panic in the air. You don’t find water out there and find it soon-
Boomer: I understand, captain, we’ll find it.
Apollo: Good hunting. (starts leaving) Hey, Chief.
Tyrol: Captain. Lieutenant.
Boomer: Chief. (lower voice) I feel like my head’s about to explode.
Tyrol: Just relax, calm down. Focus on the mission, we’ll take care of everything when you get back.
Boomer: What about the investigation?
Tyrol: Master-at-arms is running it but don’t worry, there’s no connection to you. In fact, there’s no reason to believe you had anything to do with it at all.
Boomer: I didn’t.
Tyrol: I know.
Boomer: I would never do something like that. Never.
Tyrol: Sharon, I know.
Boomer: It’s really important you believe me on this. You do believe me, right?
Tyrol: Absolutely. (covering as someone passes) Yes, sir!
Boomer: Thank you, Chief, carry on.
(9) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Apollo: Way to go, Boomer!
Cally: Nice work, sir.
Apollo: Nice job, let’s get you debriefed.
Boomer: Yes, sir. Chief.. do you think you could take a look at my ejection pyros? I think there’s a short or something.
Tyrol: Yeah… Cally-
Boomer: (cutting him off) No, Chief, if you could take a look at it yourself.
[Tyrol nods and goes to her raptor. Inside her raptor he sees the G-4 detonator next to her pilot’s seat]
(10) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM
[Boomer & Tyrol kiss]
Boomer: Hey… that is just what I needed.
Tyrol: Oh, yeah.
Boomer: Did you find the detonator?
Tyrol: Yes, I did, I gave it to the master-at-arms.
Boomer: (freaking) What?!
Tyrol: Hey- no, no, I told her I found it during maintenance. Listen, calm down. This is the best way to go about this, okay? Look, that puts them on the same trail that we’re on, doesn’t raise any suspicion to you. (she’s still very nervous) Listen- Hey, hey, hey… trust me on this, Sharon. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?
Boomer: Okay, yeah.
Tyrol: Don’t worry, sweetie.
Boomer: I better go.
Tyrol: Okay.
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