(1) INT. GALACTICA – TIGH’S QUARTERS
[Chief comes in]
Tigh: You’re late.
Tyrol: I had to wait for Cally to nod off, okay? She’s having trouble sleeping.
Anders: Did you see Kara?
Tigh: I saw her. She’s crazy as a latrine rat. If anything, she’s more like Starbuck than ever.
Anders: She’s my wife.
Tigh: And the President nearly put a bullet in her skull because she suspected her of being a Cylon. You are one! We bring attention to ourselves, we’re frakked! If Starbuck is one of us, she’s playing it big the other way.
Tory: (sadly) The four of us heard the music and sought each other out. She hasn’t. We’re still missing one.
Tyrol: Baltar. Not Baltar, but when I found him in the temple on the algae planet, he was with one of those skin jobs, the one they call D’Anna. She saw something in there. I don’t know what it is. But they talked. He might know something. He’s got those one-God nut cases believing he’s some kind of healer, he brought some boy out from a coma.
Tigh: Maybe he knows who the fifth is.
Tory: Yeah, maybe he knows who we are.
Tigh: Then we gotta get in close and find out.
Tyrol: (chuckling) How do you propose we do that? Take him out for drinks?
Tigh: Well, he is accomplished at two things. Lying in his cell, and lying in a woman. He’d poke a skin job. He racked up a Six, that’s a given…
Tory: — There is no way.
Tigh: You don’t have to get on your back for him, but…
Tory: Oh gee. Thanks.
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Send off for Apollo. Chief in the background on right. Wearing Green BDU]
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