(1) KOBOL – CRASH SITE
[The crew is evacuating their burning Raptor]
Crashdown: Everyone! Come on! Come on, move!
Tyrol: Everybody up! Cally, up, up, move!
Crashdown: Come on, go, go, go! Come on, move! Out, come on!
Tyrol: Get them out of the chairs, drag them out!
Crashdown: Come on! I got him, I got him!
Tyrol: Oh, for Gods’ sakes…
Crashdown: I got his legs, I got his legs!
Tyrol: I got him! Try it on your shoulder, on your shoulder.
Crashdown: Aahh! Doc! Doc, come on, Doc!
[Everyone but Baltar has egressed from the Raptor. Baltar is trapped by flames inside]
Baltar: Crash!
Crashdown: Doc!
Baltar: Crash!
Crashdown: Come on, Doc! Doc! Doc!
Number Six: Take my hand. Gaius, take my hand.
[Baltar takes her (really Crashdown’s) hand, and escapes the Raptor]
Crashdown: Hey, hey, come on, wake up! Stay with me, we gotta go! Stay with me, Doc, come on! Get down! Get down!
[The Raptor explodes]
Tyrol: Stay down, you guys, stay down, stay down! L.T. You okay? I think that’s both tanks. Let’s see what we got, get them now!
Selix: Aah…
Cally: You all right?
Tyrol: Get the supplies before they burn up- go, go!
Cally: Right away.
Selix: Both tanks, gas is gone, it’s all gone.
[As the Raptor party stumbles around, Gaius wanders off by himself]
(2) KOBOL – CRASH SITE
Crashdown: How we doin’ on that?
Selix: (working on a radio) It’s not responding, sir.
Crashdown: Are you even trained to use this thing? (re: Socinus) How’s he doin’, Chief?
Tyrol: (sighs) Not doin’ so good. I don’t know if his lungs are burned or what.
Crashdown: Well, he’s a tough kid, he’s gonna- he’s gonna pull through. Get those wounds looked at, Chief.
Tyrol: Yeah. Lieutenant… shouldn’t we be moving out? I mean… do you have a plan for tactical deployment or…?
Crashdown: Plan for tactical deployment, Chief? Get to the high ground, it’ll be our best chance of being seen by a search party.
Tyrol: High ground’s also our best chance of being seen by the Cylons. They’re flying around, sir, they might land troops before we get rescued.
Crashdown: That’s true.
Tyrol: Yeah. Sir, if I may suggest that we take cover, on the ground? Maybe somewhere where we won’t be seen from the air?
Crashdown: Okay, yeah, Chief, that’s… (sighs) Carry on, Chief.
[Crashdown seems to have a bit of a breakdown and walks off]
Tyrol: (mouthing) Frak!
(3) KOBOL – CRASH SITE
Tyrol: Tarn, Selix, can I get a hand up here, please?
Selix: Yes, sir.
Tyrol: (re: their downed crewmate) Cally, how’s he doin’?
Cally: Not good, sir.
Tyrol: Get a blanket on him, keep him warm.
[Elsewhere, Baltar is lying down savouring life. Number Six appears, dressed angelically all in white and stunningly beautiful]
Number Six: How are you?
Baltar: Alive. You saved me. You saved my life.
Number Six: Care to return the favor?
Baltar: You in need of saving?
Number Six: (takes his hand) You wondered why you were chosen? Why God chose you, above all other humans to survive and serve his purpose? Now’s the time to find out why.
[Baltar gets up and follows her, walking hand in hand]
Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers