(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: …Ready, let’s go. Get that bird in the tube. Get that solo bird in the tube. Where the frak are these nuggets? Come on, Mama’s not gonna save you today! Let’s go! You wanna fly or not?
Seelix: (to Anders) Come on, ready or not, let’s go.
Anders: (approaching Chief) Hey. Hey, this is crazy. What if I get up there and another switch flips in my head and turns me against my own?
Tyrol: What the frak is wrong with you? Shut the frak up. It’s like the Colonel said, okay? Just think of that. Be the man you want to be. ‘Til the day you die.
Anders: That’s all easier said than done, because I don’t know what the frak I am right now.
Tyrol: You’re Samuel T. Anders. That’s all you gotta remember. Samuel T. Anders. Now get the frak in your ship.
Athena: (walking up) Who else would he be? Hey, rook, stay cool out there, all right?
Anders: Yeah.
Athena: You’ll lock in and do what you’ve been trained to do.
Anders: Guess it’s just like suiting up for a championship game, right?
Athena: Yeah, that’s right. Good hunting.
Anders: Well, if she didn’t notice anything, maybe the other Cylons won’t either.
Tyrol: Yeah, well, don’t wait to find out. Shoot first. Get the frak in there, go kill something. Let’s go! Let’s load these birds! Anders, get the frak in your Viper!
Anders: Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah!
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Starbuck: (getting out of her Viper) Chief, I’m gonna need you to develop my gun camera footage ASAP. I’ve got a hell of a set of vacation pictures.
[She approaches him; nobody moves or speaks]
Starbuck: I’ll need my post-flight checklist. I want to sign out so I can get in the showers.
Tyrol: I don’t have one for you.
[Helo, Racetrack and Athena stare]
Starbuck: What’s up?
[People whispering. Helo, Racetrack and Athena continue to stare
Starbuck: (chuckles)
[Apollo runs up and grabs her tightly]
Starbuck: Okay. Okay, me too. It’s okay, it’s okay.
[Adama watches with Tigh from Hangar Balcony]
Tigh: Do you believe in miracles?
Adama: No.
[Anders runs up to her and hugs her too; Apollo steps out of his way]
Anders: I told everyone that you were too frakkin’ mean to kill!
Starbuck: Okay, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m okay. (She does a double take) What the hell are you doing in a jock smock?
Anders: I just finished Viper transition a week ago, and I started ACM…
Starbuck: (confused) How the…
[Anders smiles and touches her face]
Adama: (from above) Starbuck!
Starbuck: (grinning up) I did it, Boss. I found Earth!
[She chuckles, and Anders smiles behind her]
Adama: Everybody move back.
Marines: (cocking their guns) Detail post. Move in. Step away!
Adama: I need you in Sickbay. Cottle’s gonna give you a complete physical examination.
Starbuck: Okay, what the hell’s going on? I’m off the ship for a few hours and everybody’s acting…
Anders: — A few hours? Kara, you were gone for over two months.
Starbuck: (getting angry) That’s impossible. My ship’s clock reads six hours and change.
Apollo: (softer) Then your clock’s wrong, Kara. Sam’s telling you the truth. We thought you were dead.
Starbuck: What?
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
[Investigating Starbuck’s Viper, which looks brand new]
Tyrol: (to Adama) I had my crew clean it up. There’s not a ding or a scratch on it. It’s got the same tail number as the one she flew out on. But I’ve been fixing up that old bird since day one, and this thing looks like it’s been rolled off the showroom floor.
Roslin: So it’s not the same ship.
Tyrol: Unless she found a hell of a body shop out there, no, ma’am, it’s not.
[Tory and Tigh stare]
Tyrol: Admiral, it’s just not the outside either. This is the data from the nav computer… There isn’t any. It’s blank. There’s no record of where this ship has been.
Roslin: Okay. Put her in the brig.
Apollo: What? So some things don’t add up, and we’re back to thinking she’s a Cylon? What about Cottle’s test?
Tigh: Cottle’s test doesn’t prove anything.
Tory: Even if her DNA’s the same, she could still be a Cylon.
Roslin: She could’ve been one from the beginning.
Tigh: Baltar’s Cylon detector was a crock. It failed to ID Boomer.
Roslin: I know how you feel about her, Bill, but that is exactly what the Cylons could be counting on here.
Adama: We’re back where we started from. There could be Cylons right here, and we wouldn’t know it till they put a bullet in our heads.
[Tyrol, Tory and Tigh stare guiltily]
Roslin: Or lead us into an ambush. That Cylon Fleet had enough firepower to blow us out of the sky, but instead they ran and jumped. And there’s Kara Thrace, suddenly back from the dead, having found Earth. If Kara Thrace can lead us off our course…
Apollo: Course? What course? The nebula was supposed to be another clue on the way to Earth, but it…
Roslin: The Nebula is only a road sign along the way to Earth. And we need to continue to follow its path.
Apollo: Well, what if Kara is the clue that we were supposed to find?
Roslin: And what if she’s playing you? (She turns to Adama) And what if she’s playing you? And all of us?
[Tigh and Chief lock eyes; act out on poor Adama]
(4) INT. GALACTICA – TIGH’S QUARTERS
Tigh: Anybody still hearing that frakkin’ song?
Tory: Nope.
Tyrol: Maybe it stopped when we figured out who… What we are.
Tory: Could have been some kind of trigger? To switch us on?
Anders: You know, after that Raider scanned me with that red light, damn thing just cut and ran.
Tigh: They all did.
Tyrol: You think it recognized you as a Cylon?
Anders: I don’t know. Maybe that’s why it didn’t shoot me. More important, why didn’t I shoot him?
Tigh: Racetrack was right. You just made a dumb nugget mistake.
Anders: Did I? Maybe I was programmed to leave my gun safeties on.
Tigh: No, those bastards can’t program me to help them. No way.
Tyrol: Boomer thought the same thing. And then she shot the old man.
Tigh: Boomer didn’t know what she was. We do. That is not gonna happen.
[Tigh pulls a gun out of his locker, cocks it, and sets it on the table next to the liquor bottle they’re all drinking from]
Tigh: Agreed?
[They nod, sadly, one by one]
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