PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR GALACTICA…
Tyrol: Let’s say Cally does find out. What do we do then?
Tigh: The last thing we need is for your Cylon-hating wife to find out there’s a bunch of skinjobs running around this ship. And that her husband is one of them.
(1) INT. GALACTICA – TEMPLE
Tyrol: I couldn’t keep you safe from harm, my love, but I kept you in my heart. You were the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins, the light in my eye, and now that breath is gone. That blood and the light are gone. Now I am left, a voice. And the Lords of Kobol, as many and as varied as mortal men, must bend down and lean low to hear that voice and hear my lament.
Priestess: With all our thoughts and love, Callandra Henderson Tyrol, we send your spirit into the universe. So say we all.
All: So say we all.
Roslin: (leaning on Adama’s shoulder) I liked that service.
Adama: It’s not for me, I’ll tell you that.
Roslin: I know, but I want you to know what I like.
[Later]
Adama: Chief. It was lovely.
Tyrol: Thank you.
Tory: (to Laura) Why do they have to do these things at dawn?
Roslin: It’s all right. They do because they have to. (To Tyrol) I’m sorry. Let me know if you need anything.
Tyrol: Thank you.
[Tyrol suddenly grabs Tory’s hands and won’t let go; with his other he grabs Tigh’s arm. They stare at him]
Tigh: Oh. Sorry about your loss.
Tory: Sorry, Chief.
Tigh: (leaving) What the frak was that?
Tory: Get us all killed…
Apollo: Chief? I’m… I’m so sorry.
[Tyrol doesn’t seem to notice him]
(2) INT. GALACTICA – TIGH’S QUARTERS
[Nicky cries, Tyrol is out of it, Tigh and Tory enter]
Tory: What was that at the service this morning?
Tigh: Why don’t you get on the wireless and tell the Fleet about us?
[Nicky continues crying]
Tigh: Are you gonna deal with that kid?
Tyrol: Probably needs to be changed.
Tigh: (heading off to change him) All right.
Tory: You think Cally killed herself because of you, don’t you?
Tyrol: She thought we were having an affair.
Tory: But we weren’t.
Tyrol: I don’t even know what I am anymore. I don’t know which of my memories are real. I don’t know that I’ve had one action in my life that isn’t programmed.
Tory: (kneeling) Galen, you’re perfect. You don’t need guilt. We were made to be perfect.
Tigh: What is that? More of Baltar’s crap?
[Tory stands up again]
Tyrol: So… You just live without guilt?
Tory: Just … shut it down.
Tyrol: No, that wasn’t the deal. Colonel, you said it yourself. “Be the man you want to be till the day you die.” We’re still the same people, aren’t we?
Tigh: Of course we are. (To Tory) You shut up.
Tory: That is not the same as human. Like, we’re stronger. Right?
Tigh: Chief, what you’re feeling is what a man feels when this happens. It’s normal, and it’s human. And it’s not gonna end anytime soon. It’ll be there every day. You’ll see her every day. You’ll see her…
[Chief looks at Tigh, worried, and Tigh snaps out of it, looking from one to the other]
Tigh: Be a man, Chief. Feel what you gotta feel. But don’t risk us. Come on, Tory.
Tory: Just think about it. Think about what we are. What we can do.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: (working on a Raptor) Frak!
Figurski: Finishing up, Chief?
Tyrol: Yeah, just got one more relay.
TYROL’S QUARTERS [Flashback]
Tyrol: (his head on Cally’s stomach) “I think it’s a boy.”
HANGAR DECK [Flashback]
Cally: “Here you go, Chief.”
Tyrol: “Nice to be small, huh?”
HANGAR DECK [Flashback]
Tyrol: (screaming and beating Cally in his nightmare) “Die!”
HANGAR DECK [Present Day]
Racetrack: Chief, we ready to go? I gotta get out of here.
Tyrol: (spaced out and trading in the wrong capacitor) Yeah. Go ahead.
(4) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
[Inspecting Raptor 289]
Figurski: Those capacitors are still hot. Watch yourself, Chief. Take my glove.
Tyrol: (realizing he switched the capacitors) Frak me. My fault, didn’t get swapped out.
Skulls: Yeah, we could have died. …Was that in your pocket?
Racetrack: We don’t have to do this.
Skulls: (comforting) You’re right. No, we’re okay. It’s okay.
Tyrol: Is it? Skulls, is it?
Racetrack: Galen.
Tyrol: I don’t need to be patted on the head. You can tell me I frakked up.
Racetrack: Nobody got hurt, okay? Forget it. You’re only human.
Tyrol: No! Don’t say that! Tell me I frakked up! Say it! (Racetrack leaves.) Tell me I frakked up! Any one of you. Cowards!
Figurski: Chief, I can handle this. Why don’t you take a little down time?
Tyrol: Get out of the Raptor, Figurski.
(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief soldering parts behind a mask]
Figurski: Working late or up early, Chief?
[Chief ignores him, then drops all his equipment and wanders off]
(6) INT. GALACTICA – JOE’S BAR
[Chief drinks; Adama comes in and sits down a stool away]
Adama: (nodding to the bartender) Hey, Chief. We all miss her, Chief. I understand if you need some time off. Or even if you might need more shifts to keep yourself busy. No one knows how they’re going to react to loss like this, or what they’re gonna need.
Tyrol: (without looking) I don’t need special treatment.
Adama: (in Chief’s projection) “I guess she just couldn’t take it, huh? Being married to a Cylon? Being the mother of a half-breed abomination?”
[Chief stares, terrified, as Adama takes a drink]
Bartender: (putting down a drink for Adama) Here you go sir.
Adama: (To bartender) Thank you. (To Tyrol) She was a good woman.
Tyrol: If you really believed that, you wouldn’t have threatened to stick her up against a bulkhead and shoot her. (Adama surprised by that) It’s okay, though. I thought about doing it many times myself. Believe me.
Adama: Chief, it’s…
Tyrol: How many of us ended up with the people we really wanted to be with? Got stuck with the best of limited options? And why? Because the ones we really wanted, really loved, were dead, dying, turned out to be Cylons and they didn’t know it. If Boomer had… If I had known…
Adama: Listen. Listen, let’s…
Tyrol: No.
Adama: Let’s go. Come on.
Tyrol: No, no. I didn’t know.
Adama: Let’s go home.
Tyrol: (beginning to shout) I didn’t know. So I buried my head in the sand and I took it and I settled! I settled for that shriek, those dull vacant eyes, the boiled cabbage stench of her. And why? Because this is my life! This is the life I picked! And it’s fine, but you know what? It’s not! I didn’t pick this life! This is not my frakkin’ life!
Adama: What the hell’s gotten into you? Don’t do this. Don’t do this to her memory.
Tyrol: Know what? I’m sorry if I’m not gonna do this the way you want me to, or the way you might. But I will not make an angel out of someone who wasn’t an angel. But I can see you have. (Adama breaking down). And now you’ve come down here to be in my club, but you’re not in my club. You don’t know what frakkin’ club I’m in ’cause you never asked the right questions.
Adama: Chief, let’s get out of here.
Tyrol: No. Why don’t you go? Take care of your precious ship.
Adama: Stop it. Stop all of this. ‘Cause if you don’t, I’m going to have to act on it. Now shut up.
Tyrol: (even louder) Great! Do it! Please! For the love of Gods, please demote me. Get me off your frakkin’ ship!
Adama: (shaking) Specialist Tyrol, I want you off my hangar deck before you endanger another Pilot. You’re to report to Petty Officer Bassom tomorrow morning at 0600 for reassignment. Do you understand?
[Adama leaves; Tyrol sits. The sitar line from “Watchtower” plays]
(7) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief stares at Nicky. He’s listening to Baltar on the radio]
Baltar: “Love your faults. Embrace them. If God embraces them, then how can they be faults?”
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