(1) INT. GALACTICA – SICK BAY
Cottle: Jaw set nicely. You’re done here. I’m kicking you out of here and sending you back to work.
Cally: Work like this?
Cottle: You gotta love a woman who can complain even with her jaw wired shut. You got a visitor.
Tyrol: I’m sorry. What I did was… unforgivable, inexcusable. I didn’t come here to–
Cally: I forgive you.
Tyrol: No. Cally. No.
Cally: It wasn’t you. I know that. It wasn’t you.
Tyrol: It was me. I… may have been out of my mind and not know where I was doing or anything, but it was me.
Cally: You’re in pain. You have been in pain for a really long time.
Tyrol: Don’t feel sorry for me.
Cally: I care about you. I always have. And I always will.
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Refugee: Ah! Medic: You’re going to be okay. We’re almost there.
Tyrol: Hey, hey, guys, take it easy with it. Come on.
Starbuck: Am I good or what? Tigh: There’s gonna be no living with her now.
Adama: It’s good to see you. Welcome back.
Starbuck: Thank you, sir. I brought some friends with me.
Adama: I see.
Starbuck: Right. Right. Um… this is, um… wow, um, this is Samuel T. Anders.
Adama: I know who he is.
Anders: Damn good to meet you, sir.
Adama: Caprica Buccaneers.
Anders: That’s right.
Adama: Hell of a player. I’m a Picon Panther fan myself.
Anders: We enjoyed beating them too.
Adama: It’s good to have you aboard.
Anders: Thank you.
Starbuck: I have news. Good news, actually. The cylon occupation is over. They left. They’re gone.
Adama: What are you talking about?
Cavil: It’s true. The cylons have left the colonies. They’re headed for greener pastures.
Tyrol: Security!
Starbuck: What the hell?
Tyrol: Don’t move! He’s a Cylon.
Adama: Back off, Chief. We got it.
Cavil: Well, this is an awkward moment. Yes, uh, he’s right. I’m a Cylon. And I have a message. So take me to your leader.
Adama: Take him to the brig. Take that to the brig too.
Helo: What? Admiral, she didn’t know.
Adama: Don’t even start, Helo! Of course she knew.
Starbuck: (to Anders) Welcome to Galactica.
(3) INT. UNION TENT
Tyrol: Everybody, please. Just calm down.
[Crowd shouting]
Tyrol: Please just calm down. Everybody listen just for a second.
[Crowd shouting]
Tyrol: Please. Please. Be quiet!
[Crowd shouting]
Cally: Hey, shut the frak up!
Tyrol: When you elected me union President, I promised I would keep us working, keep benefits flowing. But most of all, keep this city alive.
Starbuck: Colonel.
Tyrol: I promised we would stay on the job. And well hey. And building a better tomorrow.
[Tyrol continues in background]
Tigh: Wow, look at you.
Ellen: Hi.
Starbuck: Oh, I’m so glad you guys are here.
Ellen: Me too. It’s pretty– pretty exciting.
Starbuck: Yeah, that wears off.
Tigh: So what’s going on here?
Starbuck: President Baltar. Sir, Anders is really sick. But Doc Cottle’s giving me the runaround and says there’s no antibiotics. And that’s a load of crap. Anything you can do to help me cut through the red tape.
Tigh: You should give Apollo a call. Pegasus is sitting on the backup meds. He’d spring some for you.
Starbuck: Yeah. I doubt that.
Tigh: That was a long time ago. People change.
Starbuck: Okay.
Tyrol: But there comes a time when you realize that the engine you’ve built with your blood and your sweat and your tears is being used for something so foul, so perverted that it makes you sick in your heart. And it’s then that you must throw your body on the gears and on the levers and on the machine itself and make it stop. And you have to show the people who run it, the people who control it, that unless we’re free, that machine will be prevented from working at all.
All: Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!
(4) EXT. NEW CAPRICA CITY
[Centurions are marching down the streets, occupying the human settlement]
Tyrol: What do you want to do now Captian.
Starbuck: The same thing we always do, fight them until we can’t.
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