INT. GALACTICA – TYROL QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief hums the mysterious song, and wakes up to the radio buzz in his ear; hears the song playing distantly. He leaves Cally in their bed and takes off into the ship]
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INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief walks through the ship]
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INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY (more like the guts of the Galactica)
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief puts his head against the metal at the end of a passageway, listening to the song]
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INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
TV: “Yesterday marked a surprising turn of events in the trial of Dr. Gaius Baltar, when Colonel Tigh admitted…”
Racetrack: Before any of you nuggets can even think about flying one of my Raptors, you have to know systems. Electronics, avionics, navigation, engine controls [Anders hears the buzzing] dradis configuration and calibration, basic FTL functions, [Anders hears the Chief humming the song] autopilot gearing and propulsion systems… The best way to learn that is on a Raptor. And that means getting your hands dirty. [Anders approaches Chief] Move it. Come on. Come on, come on.
Anders: Chief.
Tyrol: (continues to hum) Hey, Sam.
Anders: That song you’re humming. What is that?
Tyrol: Oh… You know what, I don’t even know. It’s just something I can’t get out of my head. Some… Some way out of here…
Anders: I’ve been hearing that. Everywhere. on a boom box, you know, in the bar?
Tyrol: (ushering him away) Come here. You hear that song?
Anders: Yeah. It’s freaking me out. I hear it everywhere, I mean, but I can’t… but I can’t really hear it, you know what I mean?
Tyrol: Yeah, it’s like you can grab just a part of the melody and then it goes away. Like it’s something from…
Both: Childhood.
Anders: Exactly.
Racetrack: Yo, Anders! Do you need a frakking invitation? Move it!
Anders: All right. No reason to get excited.
[Chief half-recognizes this line from the song]
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(Trial)
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****
Franks: Is the defense prepared to present their case?
Romo: Your Honors at this time, if it please the court… I would like to offer a motion. The defense would like to move for a mistrial.
Baltar: No, we do not want a mistrial! I do not want a mistrial!
Franks: Gaius Baltar!
*** MUCH LONGER SCENE ***
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[Galactica Deck]
Tyrol: Come on. Let’s get the power back up. Move it around, you know what to do.
[Chief hears the song, watches Cally and Racetrack working]
Tyrol: “Must be some kinda way out of here…”
[Corridor; Tigh’s head against the wall]
Tigh: “…Said the joker to the thief…”
[Anders, with a headache in the pilots’ racks]
Anders: “…There’s too much confusion here…”
[Tory, sick in a toilet]
Tory: “…I can’t get no relief.”
[All four of them walk toward an equipment room as the song gets louder and louder. Chief enters to find Anders already there, then Tory enters after him]
Tory: This isn’t happening. Please tell me this isn’t happening.
Tyrol: So that’s it. After all this time. A switch goes off, just like that.
Tigh: (entering) Whoa. No way.
Anders: I don’t believe this. I’m not buying this. This is a… This is a trick. Come on! We’re not…
Tory: (humming) What is that… song that I…
[They all start humming the song]
Tigh: (interrupting) — All right, that’s enough, Godsdammit! Deadbolt that frakkin’ door! [He locks it himself] Forty years in the service. Forty years. Two wars. Combat. Locked in that dungeon on New Caprica. Ellen. My Gods. What about Ellen?
Anders: No, no, no. Not after all this. Not after the Resistance, and the Occupation… After watching my friends die one after another? For frakking this?
Tory: Sam…
Anders: — You stay the hell away from me. You all just stay the frak away from me.
Tyrol: Sam, it’s true. We’re Cylons. And we have been from the start.
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(Equipment Room)
Gaeta: (on radio) “…I repeat, action stations, action stations. Set Condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill…”
Tory: Gods. What are we gonna do?
Tigh: The ship is under attack. We do our jobs. Report to your stations!
Tyrol: Report to stations?
Tigh: My name is Saul Tigh. I am an officer in the Colonial Fleet. Whatever else I am, whatever else it means, that’s the man I want to be. And if I die today, that’s the man I’ll be.
[He leaves; they follow. Anders and Chief go to the Deck, Tory and Tigh head for CIC]
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(Galactica Deck)
Racetrack: I can’t do my job until I have my Raptor.
Cally: Well, get in!
[Chief walks into Hangar Deck]
Cally: Where the hell have you been?!
Tyrol: I’ll tell you later. Get that bird in the tube! Get those steps off, get those steps off, come on!
Cally: Come on, everybody, we’re under attack! Let’s go, let’s go! Get her in the Viper, hurry!
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