TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – Miniseries (December 8, 2003)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAYS
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Prosna: Let’s go guys, Chief’s gonna have our ass.
Cally: Yeah, well, you’re the one who was supposed to wrap that yesterday.
Prosna: Shh, it’s the old man. (Hands clipboard to Socinus)
Adama: Too late. What’s up?
Socinus: (As they all salute) Nothing sir, just another leak in that frakking window. Pardon me, sir.
Prosna: It’s supposed to be a battlestar, not a museum. Sorry for saying so, sir.
Adama: I couldn’t agree with you more. Be careful out there, all right?
[We follow him into the command center as he goes over his speech again]
Adama: The Cylon War is long over, yet we cannot forget the reasons why…


(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: (yells) Attention on deck!
[Chief Tyrol turns around and salutes]
Adama: Chief
Tyrol: Sir.
Adama: At ease.
Tyrol: (gestures) This way.
[Cut to some deckhands pulling a sheet off an old-model Viper]
Adama: (smiles) Mark II. Haven’t seen one of these in about twenty years.
Tyrol: If the commander will take a closer look-.
[The side of the ship reads: Lt. William Adama, “Husker”] [Adama laughs]
Tyrol: -At the tail numbering. Nebula 7242 Constellation.
Adama: Oh my god. Where did you find her?
Tyrol: Rusting out in a salvage yard in Saggitarion. We had hoped the commander would allow her to participate in the decommissioning ceremony.
Adama: She’ll fly?
Tyrol: Oh yes, sir. We’ve restored the engines, patched the guidance system, replaced much of the flight controls…
Adama: You guys are amazing.
Tyrol: …she’s fueled, armed. Ready for launch, sir. (He holds out a package) Commander.
Adama: What, more? (Takes it, opens the paper) Somebody’s buckin’ for promotion around here.
Tyrol: I believe that would be Prosna, sir. He found this in the fleet archives; he was doing some research for the museum.
[It’s a picture of a younger Adama with two boys, one blond and one dark-haired. They’re all wearing jumpsuits and are standing in front of a Viper]
Adama: (Taking a deep breath) Thank you. Thank you all. It’s an honor.
Tyrol: You’re welcome, sir. (To the crew) Fall out.
[Adama stands and looks at the photograph]


(3) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Adama: Are you really going to press charges against Kara?
Tigh: For striking a superior officer? You’re damn right I am.
Adama: Heard you started the day off pretty early.
Tigh: (walks over, picks up picture of Adama and his kids) I wasn’t on duty. (laughs) Where did you get this?
Adama: Tyrol’s deck gang scrounged it up. I couldn’t talk you out of it, could I?
Tigh: Not a chance. She is insubordinate, undisciplined-
Adama: Probably one of the finest fighter pilots I’ve ever seen in my life.
Tigh: Yeah.
Adama: She’s better than I am. Twice as good as you.
Tigh: Like hell. Jesus.
Adama: Listen. I’m not gonna defend what she did, especially the cracks about your marital problems. But you did kick over the table first.
Tigh: I did not. (pauses) Unless I did.
Adama: You did. So what do you say we just drop the formal charges, throw her in the brig, cool her heels off until we get home.
Tigh: You always did have a soft spot for her.
Adama: Yeah, I guess I’m just a crazy old man.


(4) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Apollo takes his helmet off, gets out of his ship. Chief Tyrol is standing there and they both salute]
Tyrol: Morning, sir. Chief Tyrol. I’ll be your crew chief while you’re aboard.
Apollo: Morning, Chief. Captain Lee Adama.
Tyrol: It’s a real pleasure to… [he holds out his hand; Apollo walks past him] …meet you sir. I’m sure you’ve heard this before; I’m a great admirer of your father’s. Service is gonna miss him when he retires.
Apollo: Well, I’m sure someone will. Is your auto-landing system down? I was hands-on for the whole approach.
Tyrol: It’s all hands-on here, Captain. There are no auto-landings on the Galactica. *Commander* Adama’s orders.
Apollo: Is that right?
Intercom: Attention in the port hangar bay. Raptor touching down. Clear. The checker is red.
Tyrol: Nice flying, Lieutenant. I think they heard that clear up to the bridge.
Boomer: Yeah, I’m gonna catch hell from the LSO. But it wasn’t entirely my fault, Chief. Primary gimble’s acting up again.
Tyrol: Oh, it’s the gimble’s fault again?
Boomer: Helo, am I lying?
Helo: Gimble looked bad to me.
Tyrol: I’ve pulled that gimble three times and stripped it twice. The gimble’s not the problem, *sir*.
Boomer: You’re not listening to me, Chief.
Tyrol: Lieutenant, I listen very closely to what each and every one of my pilots has to say.
[They’re walking off together; Helo looks amused]
Boomer: You’re not the one out there trying to bring in fifty tons of Raptor onto a moving hangar deck with a bad gimble.
Tyrol: (as they walk into a supply room and shut the door) I’ve got ten years experience-
Boomer: Here we go!
Tyrol: -breaking down and stripping every component in every system (Boomer starts to repeat the spiel along with him) that’s ever been installed in every spacecraft on my hangar deck.
[They start pulling each other’s clothes off]
Boomer: The gimble *is* broken.
Tyrol: Shut up, sir.
[kissing ensues]


(5) INT. GALACTICA – PILOT BRIEFING ROOM
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

CAG: Morning.
Pilots: Morning, sir.
CAG: All right. Now today’s the main event. We have a formation demonstration, fly-by maneuvers in conjunction with the decommissioning ceremony. I’ve got a few changes to the flight plan. Lt. Thrace is being replaced in the slot by Lt. Anders. Also, we have, uh, Captain Lee Adama joining us, and he’s going to be flying lead during the fly-by, so please, welcome, Captain.
[Clapping, scattered welcomes. Apollo nods at Helo and Boomer]
CAG: Now thanks to Chief Tyrol and his deck gang, Captain, you’re gonna have the honor of flying the actual Viper that your father flew almost forty years ago.
Apollo: (after a long pause) Great. That’s… quite an honor.
CAG: Yes it is, Captain. And personally, I can’t think of a better way to send this ship into retirement.


(6) INT. GALACTICA – STARBOARD LANDING BAY

Tyrol in crowd watching ceremonial flyby being led by Apollo.


(7) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Intercom: Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill. Repeat, action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill. Repeat, action stations, action stations. (Tigh pulls his jacket on, the crew rushes around.)
Prosna: Not a drill? They cannot be serious.
Cally: Sounds like it to me.
Prosna: What are we gonna shoot with? The ship’s got no ammunition.
Tyrol: All right people, let’s go. Let’s get this hangar bay ready for possible incoming.


(8) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Tyrol listening to Adama’s announcement]


(9) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Prosna: (to Cally) War with the Cylons.
Tyrol: All right people, this is what we do. We’re the best. So let’s get the old girl ready to roll and kick some Cylon ass! Come on! Let’s go! Move! (to himself) This better be for real.


(10) INT. GALACTICA – STARBOARD HANGAR DECK

[Shot of the museum railings being knocked over]
Starbuck: You’re sure they’ll fly?
Tyrol: Well, the reactor’s still hot. So all we have to do is pull the rad buffers from the engine, refuel it, load the ordinance and you’re ready to go. The biggest problem’s gonna be getting them over to the port launch bay.
Starbuck: Why can’t we use the starboard launch?
Tyrol: It’s a gift shop now.
Starbuck: Frak me.
Tyrol: (yelling) All right, let’s go! Everybody pick a bird, we’re going to the port launch bay.


(11) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Tyrol moving a vipers in hangar bay with Prosna. Stops to listen to Adama’s announcement]


(12) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Starbuck: Galactica, Viper 8547, copy that. Throttle down, tube safe.
Shooter: Roger, Viper.
Starbuck: Frak. Get me out of here!
Tyrol: Let’s go, go, go. (Lots of fast tech-talk) Cally, Prosna, figure out what’s going on.
Starbuck: Three frakkin’ aborts, Chief?
Tyrol: We’re on it, sir. It’s the pressure reg valve again.
Cally: We should pull it.
Prosna: Can’t. We don’t have a spare.


(13) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Starbuck: Let’s go!
Tyrol: Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.
Cally: We should just pull the valve and bypass the whole system.
Prosna: We can’t do that, the relay will blow.
Cally: It’ll hold!
[Everybody yells]
Tyrol: Just pull the valve!


(14) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Prosna and Cally are still trying to fix Starbuck’s viper. Starbuck is getting impatient]
Starbuck: Come on!
Prosna: Ready! Ready!
Tyrol: Alright clear the tube! Let’s go! Get her in. Move, move!


(15) INT. GALACTICA – PORT FLIGHT POD / CIC

Prosna: Go, guys, go! Move it! Go! Chief, we’re losing pressure. The port pod, it’s buckling. We need help!
Tigh: Report.
Tyrol: We’ve got structural buckling all along this line. We’ve gotta get those fires out!
Capt. Kelly: I know. Fire suppressors are down. Water main is down. I’m trying to fight this fire with handheld gear.
Tyrol: We’ve got another decompression heading toward the port pod.
Capt. Kelly: What are your orders, sir? Sir?
[(Tigh says nothing, looks at Adama]
Capt. Kelly: All right, listen. I need you to get the rest of your DC teams down from the landing bay. Give them a hand.
Tigh: No time. Seal off everything forward of frame 30 and start an emergency vent of all compartments.
Tyrol: Wait, I’ve got over a hundred people trapped up behind frame 34. I just need a minute to get them out.
Tigh: If we don’t seal it off now, we’re gonna lose a lot more than a hundred men. Seal it off. Now.
Capt. Kelly: Yes sir
Tyrol: They just need a minute!
Tigh: We don’t have a minute! If the fire reaches the hangar pods, it’ll ignite the fuel lines and we’ll lose this ship. Do it!
Tyrol: (on intercom) All hands, seal off… all bulkheads 25 through 40. It’s an order.
Prosna: Get out of here now! Go! We gotta vent the compartment!
[We see people in the affected area, running, coughing, through the smoke. Tigh turns a key to vent the areas – bodies fly out, the fire extinguishes]
Capt. Kelly: Venting complete. Fires are out.
Tigh: If they remembered their training, then they had their suits on and they were braced for possible vent action.
Tyrol: There’s a lot of rooks in there.
Tigh: No one’s a rook anymore.


(16) INT. GALACTICA – PORT FLIGHT POD / CIC

[Tyrol standing in the burnt out port pod]
Adama: What was the final count?
Tigh: Twenty-six walked out. Eighty-five didn’t.
[They look at each other for a moment]


(17) INT. GALACTICA – PORT FLIGHT POD

[Cally is holding Prosna’s burned body and crying. Tyrol helps her move him]


(18) INT. GALACTICA – CIC

Tyrol: Do you know how many we lost?
Adama: Yes. Set up a temporary morgue in hangar bay “B.”
Tyrol: Forty seconds, sir. All I needed was 40 seconds. Eighty-five of my people. I told… I told that son of a bitch.
Adama: (stepping closer) He’s the XO of this ship. Don’t you dare forget that. Now, he made a tough decision. If it had been me, I would’ve made the same one.
Tyrol: Forty seconds, sir.
Adama: Resume your post, Chief.
[Tyrol leaves, gives Tigh a look on his way out]

 

 

PART 2

 

(19) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: Lieutenant, what did you do to my Viper?
Starbuck: I wondered why the engine gave out.
[The Viper now appears to be missing a chunk of its tail section]
Tyrol: We’re gonna have to pull the whole mounting. Get the high lift. I don’t know how you managed to fly this thing, much less land it.
Starbuck: It’s not something I wanna think about now. Where’s Prosna? He’s gotta get that frakking gimbal locked, or I’ll have his ass.
Tyrol: He’s dead, sir. He died in the fire.
Starbuck: How many did we lose?
Tyrol: Eighty-five.
Starbuck: Right.
Tyrol: Oh, Lieutenant, I don’t know if you heard about Apollo, but…
Starbuck: Heard what?
[Tyrol looks down]
Starbuck: Right. Any word on Sharon?
Tyrol: No, sir.
Cally: You okay, Chief? Chief?
Tyrol: Get back to work.


(20) INT. GALACTICA – CIC / HALLWAY

Adama: (on the intercom) All hands, be ready for some chop.
[Tyrol & Cally in hallway talking. No dialogue]
[THUNDER CRACKING]
[Tyrol & Cally get jostled around in hallway. No dialogue]


(21) INT. GALACTICA – CIC / HALLWAY

[METALLIC CLANGING]
Cally: Hard seal secured, sir.
Tyrol: Copy that, sir. We show hard seal as well.
Adama: Go find me some bullets, Chief.
Tyrol: Copy that, sir. (to crew_ All right, get your gear. Let’s move out.


(22) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

[They push open large, iron doors]
Tyrol: All right, people, let’s be quick about this. Cally, find the genny, get some lights on in here.
Cally: Yes, Chief.
Tyrol: Let’s find out where the lift is, get it fired up.
[Leoben appears in front of Tyrol, pointing a gun at him]


(23) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

Tyrol: Everybody hold fast.
Leoben: I don’t want any trouble.
Tyrol: Okay, let’s talk.
Leoben: But I’m not going to jail.
Tyrol: What?
Leoben: You understand me? I am not going to jail.
Tyrol: Nobody’s taking you to jail. Just calm down.
Leoben: Frakking right, you’re not.
Tyrol: We’re not the police. We’re not here to arrest you. Now put your gun down.
Leoben: Yeah, maybe. So who the hell are you?
Tyrol: We’re from Colonial Fleet. We just came to get some equipment from the station to get back in the fight.
Leoben: What fight?
Tyrol: You don’t know?
Leoben: Know what?
Tyrol: There’s a war on. Give me your weapon.
Leoben: You think I’m stupid or something, is that it? You think I’m stupid?
You expect me to believe that? I want passage outta here! I want a safe transport ship with an untraceable jump system, okay? Now!
Tyrol: Look, I don’t have time to argue with you, so here’s the deal. We’ve got over 2,000 people on that ship. Now, if you think you can shoot every single one of us, fine, but if not, get the hell outta my way!
Leoben: Okay.
Tyrol: Now!
Leoben: (lowering gun) Okay.
Tyrol: (to his men) Get his weapon. If he moves, shoot him.


(24) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

Tyrol: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Take it easy, guys. Just slow down.
Adama: (to Leoben) We don’t know much more than that. It’s just imperative that we get our equipment and get out of here. What’s in there?
Leoben: Stuff.
[They open the door]
Adama: Get a light. (to Leoben) Where’s your spaceship?
Leoben: Docked on the other side of the station.
Tyrol: Be careful! Don’t stack ’em so high.
Leoben: Okay, those warheads over there… Here’s the deal. They would’ve brought a nice price on the open market.
Adama: So you’re an arms dealer, huh?
Leoben: People have a right to protect themselves. I just supply the means.
Adama: You don’t look too good.
Tyrol: Be careful with that, all right? Hey, be careful with that! Look out!
[A stack of explosives falls over; one of them rolls off and starts beeping]
Tyrol: (yelling) Get down! Get down! Move! Move! Move!
Adama: (to Leoben) It’s hot!
[Adama grabs Leoben and they jump forward into the room full of weapons. The door slams shut behind them as the bomb explodes]


(25) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

Cally: Commander? Commander Adama?
Tyrol: Stay back, stay back! It’s hot. It’s hot. It’s hot. It’s unstable. You guys, go back to the ship. We need hand lifts, fire equipment and a plasma torch. Go!
Cally: Wait! Wait, Chief. Listen.
[Inside, Leoben is laughing. He and Adama start to get up]
Cally: Commander, are you alright?
Tyrol: Commander Adama?
Adama: Yeah. ADAMA: Anybody hurt out there?
Tyrol: No, sir! We’ve got some equipment coming, sir. We’re gonna get you out of there right away.
Adama: Go! No, get all the bullets and equipment into the ship. Don’t waste anybody on anything else. (to Leoben) Is there another way out of here?
Leoben: Yeah.
Adama: Listen, we’re gonna go out another way.
Tyrol: Sir, I don’t think that’s a wise idea.
Adama: You got your orders. Tell Colonel Tigh he’s in command until I return.
Tyrol: Yes, sir.
Adama: (to Leoben) Let’s go.


(26) INT. GALACTICA – CIC
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Gaeta: Copy that. Chief says we’re looking at three hours minimum before we have all the warheads in our magazines.
Tigh: The book says there’s also 50 tons of quandal…
[Alarms go off]


(27) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY

Tyrol: As soon as you get the magazine’s loaded, I want a status report on Commander Adama’s whereabouts.
Crew member: Okay.
[Tyrol sees Boomer and Boxey walking toward him. He and Boomer hug and swing each other around and kiss, and Boxey is clearly thinking, “Eww, mushy stuff”]


(28) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY

Boomer: There’s someone I want you to meet. (She gestures at Boxey). A new crew member. And he’s gonna need some quarters.
Tyrol: I think I can manage that.
[They kiss again]


(29) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[There’s a religious service/funeral going on on Galactica, and the priest, Elosha, is singing]


(30) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Cally and the Chief are working on a Viper]
Cally: Ta-da.
Tyrol: Nice to be small.
Cally: There you go, Chief.
Tyrol: Nice to be small.

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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×01: 33 (January 14, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Cally: Why do the Cylons come every 33 minutes? Why isn’t it 34 or 35 or…?
Tyrol: Cally…
Cally: What?
Tyrol: Shut up.


(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: You got 32 minutes, people.


(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: Hey, can you do me a favor? Tell Captain Apollo he owes me one wing.
Deckhand: You got it, Chief.
Tyrol: No, Cally, there’s three. I know there’s three. Can you check it again for me, please?
Cally: Yeah.
Tyrol: At least get some starting to work? Hey, we’ll sleep when we’re dead, come on.


(4) INT. RAPTOR – HANGAR DECK

Crashdown: Boomer, heard the latest?: these Cylons look like us now. Primary fuel?
Boomer: Primary fuel 2-8-9-3 K.R.G.
Crashdown: A marine told one of the pilots that we marooned some guy back on Ragnar because the X.O. thought that he was a cyclon.
Boomer: You know what?: I don’t give a frak. Red light on the number-four thruster. Go make a visual I.D., see if it’s blocked.
Crashdown: Right.
Tyrol: A little rough on the new E.C.O. Don’t you think?
Boomer: He’s not my E.C.O. He’s some refugee from Triton that I’ve been saddled with, and I didn’t ask you.
Tyrol: Helo’s gone, Sharon.
Boomer: I didn’t ask you that, either! (just before he leaves) Sorry…


(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****

Apollo: Hey, you see the note from the X.O.?
Starbuck: Yeah, I saw it. No way.
Apollo: Kara, everyone else-
Starbuck: I don’t fly with stims. They blunt your reflexes, your reaction time…
Apollo: Come on, Kara, gimme a break. Just-
Starbuck: Why are we arguing about this?
Apollo: I have no idea.
Starbuck: Neither do I. You’re the CAG, act like one.
Apollo: What the hell does that mean?
Starbuck: It means that you’re still acting like you’re everyone’s best friend. We’re not friends, you’re the CAG. “Be careful out there”? Our job isn’t to be careful, it’s to shoot Cylons out of the frakkin’ sky. “Good hunting” is what you say. And now one of your idiot pilots is acting like a child and refusing to take her pills. So she either says “Yes, sir” and obeys a direct order, or you smack her in the mouth, and you drag her sorry ass down to sick bay, and you make her take those pills.
[Pause, then she snickers. He follows]
Apollo: Well, I’m glad I’m not working for you.
Starbuck: Damn right you’re glad.
Apollo: So do I have to smack you in the mouth, lieutenant?
Starbuck: No, sir, I’ll take my pills.
[Apollo produces the pill]
Starbuck: Oh, perfect.
[Apollo puts them in her hand and she takes them]
Apollo: Carry on.
Starbuck: Yes, sir.
Intercom: Pilots to Ready Room, pre-flight briefing. Pilots to ready room.
Starbuck: (to a watching Tyrol) What?
[Tyrol shrugs]


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×02: Water (January 14, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Boomer: Uh, excuse me, Chief, a word with you, please.
Tyrol: Yes, sir, just one second. (to an assistant) You know what?, just do it. (back to Boomer) What’s up?
Boomer: Got a problem.
Tyrol: (covering, as someone’s around) Well, yes, sir, lieutenant. I believe the navcon modules are ready for inspection. (takes her away into the Tool Room)


(2) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM

Tyrol: Whatever it is, whatever it is, we’re gonna take care of it, okay? All right? Now, tell me what happened. What’s going on?
Boomer: There are, at this moment, six G-4 detonators missing from the small arms locker on deck 15.


(3) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM

Tyrol: What are you telling me for? Munitions go missing, you gotta go tell the master-at-arms, right now.
Boomer: I know that!
Tyrol: Sharon! Sharon, you can’t screw around with stuff like this-
Boomer: I’m not screwing around, okay? The only reason I didn’t tell anybody is because they’re gonna think I’m the one who took them!


(4) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM

Boomer: I took the one detonator from the duffel, replaced it, and then went back to my quarters.
Tyrol: Well, ah… you know what?, you know what? It’s not your fault. Someone’s obviously setting you up to take the fall for something, that’s what it is. I mean, you wake up somewhere, you don’t know how you got there or anything. You’re drugged or manipulated. Or who knows what, something.
Boomer: What do we do? ‘Cause if I report what’s happened, they’re gonna think I’m a Cylon agent.
Tyrol: No, they’re not; no, they’re not. No, no, no, why would they think that? That’s crazy.
Boomer: People are getting crazy, okay? You’ve heard the rumors: Cylons who look like humans, sleeper agents hiding in the fleet.


(5) GALACTICA – EMPTY WATER TANK

Tyrol: C.I.C., this is D.C. one. We’re entering the tank.
Dualla: Roger that, D.C. one.
Tyrol: Raptor 478, it’s D.C. one. I have you in my sights.
Boomer: (shining a floodlight in from her Raptor hovering outside) Copy that, D.C. one, I have you in sight.
Tyrol: Understood.
Boomer: How’s it look in there? Can you tell what happened?
Tyrol: Lieutenant, don’t worry. About my team… I got things under control.
Boomer: Copy that, D.C. one. I feel better knowing you’re on it. (to Crashdown) Watch the light, you’re off target.


(6) GALACTICA – EMPTY WATER TANK

Cally: Chief, take a look at this. (shows him a piece of metal)
Tyrol: What do you got?
Cally: Not sure. It looks like burn marks from an explosive. What do you think?
Tyrol: (covering) It’s, um… tough- tough to tell, it’s pretty rusted out.


(7) INT. GALACTICA – CONFERENCE ROOM

Tyrol: (on the podium) Um, so far we’ve found five discrete detonation points in the tank and we believe that there may be a sixth. I’ve suspected, due to the size of the residual scoring and the burn points, that we’re dealing with a G-4 type explosive. So I requested a spot-check of all inventory from the master-at-arms, and she indicated to me that there are six detonators missing from a small arms locker in the port flight pod. So, one detonator may still be unaccounted for.
Adama: Have the master-at-arms post guards at all small arms lockers, immediately.
Tyrol: It’s already done, sir. She also has opened an investigation into who may have had access to that locker. However, due to, um, ahem, spotty record-keeping and lax internal security procedures since the attack, she believes that we may never know who took the detonators.
Adama: Chief, thank you very much. Everyone except for Colonel Tigh, Captain Adama and Dr. Baltar are now released. Please remember, this briefing is strictly confidential. [Everyone but the aforementioned leaves.]


(8) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Apollo: It’s a critical mission, Boomer. We already have fights breaking out on some ships over water rations. There’s panic in the air. You don’t find water out there and find it soon-
Boomer: I understand, captain, we’ll find it.
Apollo: Good hunting. (starts leaving) Hey, Chief.
Tyrol: Captain. Lieutenant.
Boomer: Chief. (lower voice) I feel like my head’s about to explode.
Tyrol: Just relax, calm down. Focus on the mission, we’ll take care of everything when you get back.
Boomer: What about the investigation?
Tyrol: Master-at-arms is running it but don’t worry, there’s no connection to you. In fact, there’s no reason to believe you had anything to do with it at all.
Boomer: I didn’t.
Tyrol: I know.
Boomer: I would never do something like that. Never.
Tyrol: Sharon, I know.
Boomer: It’s really important you believe me on this. You do believe me, right?
Tyrol: Absolutely. (covering as someone passes) Yes, sir!
Boomer: Thank you, Chief, carry on.


(9) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Apollo: Way to go, Boomer!
Cally: Nice work, sir.
Apollo: Nice job, let’s get you debriefed.
Boomer: Yes, sir. Chief.. do you think you could take a look at my ejection pyros? I think there’s a short or something.
Tyrol: Yeah… Cally-
Boomer: (cutting him off) No, Chief, if you could take a look at it yourself.
[Tyrol nods and goes to her raptor. Inside her raptor he sees the G-4 detonator next to her pilot’s seat]


(10) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM

[Boomer & Tyrol kiss]
Boomer: Hey… that is just what I needed.
Tyrol: Oh, yeah.
Boomer: Did you find the detonator?
Tyrol: Yes, I did, I gave it to the master-at-arms.
Boomer: (freaking) What?!
Tyrol: Hey- no, no, I told her I found it during maintenance. Listen, calm down. This is the best way to go about this, okay? Look, that puts them on the same trail that we’re on, doesn’t raise any suspicion to you. (she’s still very nervous) Listen- Hey, hey, hey… trust me on this, Sharon. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay?
Boomer: Okay, yeah.
Tyrol: Don’t worry, sweetie.
Boomer: I better go.
Tyrol: Okay.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×03: Bastille Day (January 21, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – BRIEFING ROOM

Tigh: So, what do we have?
Tyrol: Good news, Colonel. We scouted the ice moon, found an entire subsurface ocean. I’ve got reports and video for you, sir.
Tigh: Mmm, not exactly Caprica beach down there, huh, Chief?
[Tigh is clearly more than a little buzzed… and everybody notices it]
Tyrol: No, sir. We’ve registered temperatures 180 and below…
Tigh: Ohhhh
Tyrol: … Venting of methane and CO2. It’s gonna be a bitch to work down there, sir.
Tigh: Cheer up, you know how lucky we are we found this ugly rock? Water riots breakin’ out all over the fleet. Civilians, whiny, civi’ crybabies, can’t stand less than a hot shower every day.
Tyrol: Yes, sir.
Tigh: Even Galactica’s down to 10,000 jps of water. Ever see a man die of dehydration, Chief?
Tyrol: No, sir.
Tigh: Well, let’s hope you never do, it isn’t pretty. So… where were we?
Cally: We drilled 23 core samples…
Tigh: (reading the results) 13% sodium chloride, what the hell? We can’t drink salt water!
Tyrol: No, sir, that’s why I had Cally test the ice.
Tigh: (keeps on reading) Oh, ho, well, there you go, pure water. A couple of lemons, we could make lemonade. Oh-hoo-hoo-hoo.
[Cally struggles not to crack up]
Tyrol: Uh, yes, sir. We will have to melt the ice before we transport it up to the ship.
Tigh: What’s that gonna take?
Socinus: High capacity heater expansion tanks, D-25 plasma torches, myrex hoses, centrifugal pumps…
Tigh: Sounds like a lot of manpower.
Tyrol: Ideally, a thousand men, sir.
Tigh: A thousand men. And where are they gonna come from?


(2) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM

Tyrol: Look, the Master-at-Arms has been over every inch of that locker. She’s come up with nothing.
Boomer: So they’ve got no idea who took those six g-4 charges or who put that detonator in…
Tyrol: Hey, hey, hey… don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it, okay?
[They embrace and just then Tigh enters the room and they quickly disentangle]
Tigh: Mmm… I need to speak with the lieutenant, alone.
Tyrol: (to Tigh as he leaves) Colonel.
Tigh: You don’t honestly think you’ve been fooling everyone, do you? I know, the old man knows, hell, the whole ship knows about you and the Chief. It stops, now.
Boomer: Sir, the Chief and I are just friends…
Tigh: Back when the ship was being decommissioned, we let you two get away with it. Hell, we let everyone get away with murder. But that was then and this is now. We’re at war, this is a combat unit and you’re his superior officer. Put a stop to it, that’s an order.
Boomer: Yes, sir.
Gaeta: (on intercom) Attention. Pass the word for Colonel Tigh. Colonel Tigh, please report to CIC.


(3) INT. GALACTICA – INFIRMARY

Tyrol: Specialist lazy, how ya feeling? Must be nice, lying around, doing nothing as usual.
Cally: (lying in bed) Sorry, Chief, I didn’t think you’d find me here.
Tyrol: Oh, well, you see, I am so on to you.
Socinus: So, Cally, is it true? You really bite that guy’s ear off?
Cally: He’s lucky that’s all I bit off.
Tyrol: That’s my girl.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×04: Act of Contrition (January 28, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Pilots: (chanting) Raptor pilots flying high… Raptor pilots flying high…
Tyrol: What the hell is this? Flat Top’s thousandth landing, nobody tells me? Now we look like idiots. Find a wagon!
Crew-woman: Yes, sir.
Tyrol: Somebody get me a wagon!


(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: (re: a wagon) This one’s perfect, here, take this. Give me a hand.
Crewman: Where do you want this?
Tyrol: Put it wherever. You two, come here… take this wagon to the pilots.


(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[The Master-at-Arms is inspecting the scene flanked by Tyrol]
Hadrian: Metal fatigue. Old equipment… worn strap fails, drops a million cubit drone to the deck, kills 13 pilots, lands 7 more in sickbay. It’s hard to hear this, I know, but we got lucky. If that had been a missile, instead of a com drone… it’d have taken out the side of the ship.
Tyrol: (shocked) Never had a death on my hangar deck. Accidents… never a death.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×05: You Can’t Go Home Again (February 4, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: What the hell happened this time, Captain?
Apollo: I hit the roll thrusters to level off for set down but only the left one fired.
Tyrol: Oh, gods, it’s that crap you’re flyin’ into down there. Gums everything up.
Apollo: Get me another Viper.
Tyrol: I’d love to, Captain but this is 13 Vipers that are down plus your Mark 7. I’m out!
Apollo: Damn it, I’ve got a pilot down and I need another Viper now!
Tyrol: I realize that, Captain but you can push people a hell of a lot further than you can push machines.
Apollo: Tyrol, I’m the CAG, you’re the Chief, just make it happen.


(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Starbuck and Apollo have landed]
Tyrol: (to the Raider) Now your ass belongs to me.
Starbuck: (lying on a stretcher) Like my new toy?
Apollo: Boy, when you take a souvenir, you don’t screw around. Oh, my gods, you smell like a latrine.
Starbuck: Mmm… you wanna give me a bath? (laughes as she’s taken away to sick bay)


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×06: Litmus (February 11, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY

[Cally is guarding a door. Tyrol approaches]
Tyrol: It’s all clear?
Cally: I got your back, Chief.
Tyrol: Thanks.
[Tyrol goes through the door]


(2) INT. GALACTICA – RESERVOIR

[Tyrol enters and kisses Boomer. She giggles]
Tyrol: Anybody see you?
Boomer: No, I went through the hatchcombing on “C” causeway.
Tyrol: Mmm, good girl.
[They kiss]


(3) INT. GALACTICA – RESERVOIR

[Tyrol and Boomer lie on the floor where they’ve just had sex]
Tyrol: You know, sometimes, at work… I try and conjure up what your face looks like. The curve of your lips, the way your hair falls, how you smell…
Boomer: You see my face every day.
Tyrol: Yeah, but not like this.
[She smiles and they kiss]


(4) INT. GALACTICA – MISC BACK ROOM

[Some of the deckhands are making moonshine or something in a makeshift still]
Cally: Don’t kink the line… there. You got it.
[They get their first cup of booze]
Socinus: All right, okay, let’s go.
Cally: So who’s first?
Tyrol: How ’bout me?
[Tyrol has entered and sees what they’re doing. The handecks try to hide the still by standing in front of it]
Jammer: Hey, Chief. How’s it goin’, up top?
Cally: Hi.
Tyrol: Come on, let’s have it. Come on. [they give him the cup. He sniffs it] You people are the sorriest of the sorry, the dumbest of the dumb. The only thing you’re makin’ out of this is a one-way trip to sickbay or the morgue. Now, tonight, after night call, one of you brings me twice that length of copper tubing, a spot heater, and a CO2 scrubber. I’ll show you people how this is done. All right? Now get the hell out of here, before I change my mind. Thank you. [they all leave and he sighs] Children…


(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Hadrian: So, where were you at the time of the bombing?
Cally: In my rack, reading some trashy novel Socinus gave me.
Hadrian: Did you see the Chief?
Cally: Chief? He was on the hangar deck, going over some paperwork, I think.
Hadrian: How do you know that, if you were in your rack?
Cally: Oh. I saw him right before I turned in.


(6) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Jammer: I was with Cally, playing pyramid in the mess hall corridor.
Hadrian: You sure?
Jammer: Oh, yeah, yeah, she’s pretty good.
Hadrian: See the Chief?
Jammer: Yeah, he was there. I mean, not the whole time, but he dropped in and watched us play for a while.
Hadrian: Okay.


(7) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Socinus: I was on watch.
Hadrian: Did you see the Chief?
Socinus: The Chief? No.
Hadrian: He wasn’t on the hangar deck?
Socinus: No. Oh, wait, yeah. Yeah, yeah, he was. He came in, did some work on one of the Vipers that the Captain rides.
Hadrian: Thank you.


(8) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: Asleep in my rack.
Hadrian: You sure about that?
Tyrol: Positive. I was asleep, Sergeant.
Hadrian: All right. That’ll be all for now.
Tyrol: What do you got?


(9) INT. COLONIAL ONE / INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****

[Roslin is holding a press conference in front of a bunch of reporters and over the fleet comms]
Roslin: Good afternoon, and thank you for coming. Please be seated. I’m sure, by now, word of the explosion on Galactica has spread through the entire fleet. We offer our continued gratitude to the brave men and women aboard this mighty ship …
[Shot of Starbuck in Sick Bay recovering from her knee injury listening to the announcement]
Roslin: …In consultation with Commander Adama, I have appointed an independent tribunal to investigate the circumstances surrounding this explosion….
[Shot of the Hanger Deck crew listening to the announcement]
Roslin: … Also, in the interest of security and public safety, I feel it is time to reveal certain information that has, until now, remained a tightly guarded secret…
[Shot of the Adama and Tigh listening to the announcement in Adama’s quarters]
Roslin: …This information was known only to myself, Commander Adama, and a few select advisers.
Tigh: (watching on a monitor) Cat’s out of the bag.
Roslin: The Cylons have the ability to mimic human form, they look like us now….
[Shot of the Hanger Deck crew listening to the announcement. Tyrol looks over at Boomer]
Roslin: …We have reason to believe that a Cylon agent was responsible for the explosions aboard Galactica. (showing a picture of Doral on a board) This man has been identified as a Cylon agent. We believe him to be responsible for the bombing. He evidently slipped aboard the Galactica with a civilian group, killed a marine guard, stole the explosives and detonated them, killing three members of the crew and destroying himself. (showing a picture of another Leoben Conoy) This man has also been identified as a Cylon, and we now know that there are duplicates of each Cylon model. Anyone seeing either of these two men, at any time, anywhere in the fleet, should immediately contact the Battlestar Galactica and the office of the President. Now I’ll take your questions.
[The reporters all start questioning at once]


(10) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Hadrian appears flanked by two marines and approaches Boomer]
Hadrian: Excuse me, sir. Will you come with us, please?
Boomer: What, why?
Tyrol: What’s up, what’s goin’ on, Sergeant?
Hadrian: Chief, need you to come along as well.
Jammer: You’re arresting the Chief?
Socinus: (approaches) Who’s arresting the Chief?
Hadrian: No one is under arrest.
Crashdown: (approaches) What’s the meaning of all this?
Hadrian: Step back.
Crashdown: Ooh…
Tyrol: The Lieutenant asked you a question, Sergeant.
Hadrian: [getting it] A tribunal has been convened to look into the Cylon penetration of our defenses. It requires the presence of Lt. Valerii and Chief Tyrol, and I am here to escort them to the ward room, sir.
Crashdown: [a little confused] Very well, proceed.
Hadrian: Thank you, sir. Lieutenant, Chief, if you’ll come with me, please.
Tyrol: [to Cally] You’re it ’til I get back. Don’t worry.


(11) INT. GALACTICA – WARD ROOM
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

[Boomer is sitting in a chair in front of the tribunal, which consists of three non-military members]
Hadrian: Lt. Valerii, where were you at the time of the explosion?
Boomer: Um, I was in my rack. Asleep.
Hadrian: Did anyone see you, sir?
Boomer: I don’t know, I was asleep.
Hadrian: Lieutenant, is it true that you and the Chief are involved in a romantic and physical relationship, in violation of the Colonial Code of Military Conduct?
Boomer: I thought this was about-
Hadrian: Just answer the question, please. Are you and the Chief involved in a relationship?
Boomer: No. The X.O. ordered us to put a stop to it, so we did.
Hadrian: Sir, can you testify as to the whereabouts of Chief Petty Officer Tyrol at the time of the bombing?
Boomer: I have no idea where he was.
Hadrian: Thank you, sir.
Candice Myson: You’re excused, Lieutenant.
Boomer: But I am sure he had nothing to do with the bombing-
Candice Myson: You are excused, Lieutenant.
Hadrian: Bring in the next witness, please.


(12) INT. GALACTICA – WARD ROOM

[Now it’s Tyrol who’s sitting in the hot-chair]
Hadrian: The testimony you give before this tribunal may be used to adjudicate your guilt, or innocence, in the matter under investigation. Do you understand?
Tyrol: Yes.
Hadrian: The matter being investigated is, first, how a Cylon penetrated Galactica’s security system, and, second, whether one of Galactica’s crew members aided and abetted this crime through conspiracy and collusion with the Cylons.
Tyrol: Collusion with the Cylons…
Hadrian: Do you consent to give your testimony freely, without invoking your right to remain silent, as provided for under the 23rd Article of Colonization?
Tyrol: I do.
Hadrian: Then let’s begin.


(13) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Cally: They’re going after the Chief.
Jammer: They’re going after the Cylons.
Socinus: What the hell does that mean?
Jammer: Wake up! World’s changed while you were asleep, little man.
Socinus: Frak you.
Jammer: Cylons look like people, that means anyone. Anyone.
Cally: Not the Chief.
Jammer: How do you know?
Cally: I know.
Socinus: This is stupid.
Jammer: No, you two just don’t wanna deal with reality, you wanna keep your heads buried in the sand.
Cally: That’s exactly what the Cylons want, for us to turn on each other. Start getting suspicious, paranoid.
Socinus: She’s right. If we don’t believe in each other, then we don’t got each other’s backs when the heat comes down. We ain’t nothin’.
Jammer: Nah, that kinda thinkin’ is over. It’s every man for himself now. You better watch your backs. [leaves]


(14) INT. GALACTICA – WARD ROOM

Hadrian: You had the mid watch, before the bombing, correct?
Tyrol: Yes.
Hadrian: Will you please explain to the tribunal what you do on watch?
Tyrol: I walk the perimeter of the hangar deck, the tool room, storage facilities.
Hadrian: Make sure all hatches are sealed?
Tyrol: Yes.
Hadrian: That no unauthorized personnel is poking around where they shouldn’t?
Tyrol: That’s right. And there was no one on the hangar deck that night.
Hadrian: Hmm. I believe that’s what your log says. What about the hatchcombing for causeway “C”?
[Tyrol has a flashback of him and Boomer in the water tank]
Tyrol: Anybody see you?
Boomer: No, I went through the hatchcombing on “C” causeway.
[Back to the present]
Hadrian: Your log indicates that all hatches and portals were locked and sealed.
Tyrol: If that’s what the log indicates, then that’s the case.
Hadrian: Which would include the hatchcombing for causeway “C”.
Tyrol: (to the tribunal) You know?, I don’t know where the Sergeant is going with this, but they’re not related.
Hadrian: What if I told you that I found the hatch open after the bombing?
Tyrol: I would say that I don’t know how that’s possible.
Hadrian: And it’s not just any hatch on the hangar deck, it opens onto a causeway which leads directly to a small arms locker, where a marine guard was found dead at the scene. The locker was opened with the correct code. Do you have the correct code to that locker, Chief?
Tyrol: Yes, I do, as do dozens of others, including the guard. It’s possible the Cylon forced the guard to open it before he killed him. (to the tribunal) I would also like to take this opportunity to point out that that was an internal security matter, and internal security falls under the purview of the Master-at-Arms, and the Master-at-Arms is Sergeant Hadrian.
Hadrian: (ignoring his words) Did Lt. Valerii leave the hatchcombing open last night?
Tyrol: I have no idea who left the hatchcombing open last night.
Hadrian: Chief, were you doing paperwork at the time of the bombing?
Tyrol: No.
Hadrian: Chief, were you working on a Viper at the time of the bombing?
Tyrol: No.
Hadrian: Chief, were you watching a pickup game of pyramid in the mess hall at the time of the bombing?
Tyrol: No, as I told you earlier today, I was asleep in my rack.
Hadrian: Then why do I have three different statements from three of your deckhands, stating variously that they all saw you, and you were anywhere but in your rack. Chief Tyrol, where were you at the time of the bombing? Were you, in fact, meeting with a Cylon agent?
Tyrol: (pause) I exercise my right under article 23.
[Everyone in the tribunal is shocked]
Hadrian: By invoking the 23rd article at this time, the tribunal will look on this as further evidence of your guilt, so I will ask you one last time: who were you with at the time of the bombing, and was this person a Cylon agent.
[Tyrol keeps silent]


(15) INT. GALACTICA – WARD ROOM
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

[Socinus faces the tribunal]
Hadrian: Specialist, your sworn statement indicates that you were on watch at the time of the bombing and that you saw Chief Tyrol work on one of the Vipers. Is that true?
Socinus: Yes, sir.
Hadrian: Specialist, can you explain to us why Chief Tyrol told us, in his testimony, that he was in his rack, asleep at the time of the bombing?
Socinus: Uh…
Hadrian: Speak up, Specialist.
Socinus: He said that?
Hadrian: Did you see him, or didn’t you? Specialist.
Socinus: No. No, I did not, sir.
Hadrian: So the Chief did not come to the hangar deck after all?
Socinus: I don’t know, I, uh… I left my post.
Hadrian: Excuse me?
Socinus: I left my post, sir. I, uh, I ducked out to get a smoke. I went to the galley to get some chow, the Chief… I don’t know where he was. I’m sure he was asleep in his rack, just like he said.
Hadrian: You went to the galley?
Socinus: Yes, sir.
Hadrian: Did you go through the hatchcombing on “C” deck?
Socinus: Well, to get to the galley, that’d be the best way. Yes, sir, I went through the hatch.
Hadrian: Did you leave it open?
Socinus: I’m not sure. Yes, sir, I think I did. But the Chief had nothin’ to do with it. It was me, I left my post, and I left the hatch open. It was me, just me.
Hadrian: Well, you realize, don’t you, that by leaving the hatch open, you allowed a Cylon to gain access to a small arms locker?
Socinus: Yes, sir.
Hadrian: Specialist, did Chief Tyrol instruct you to leave the hatch open deliberately, as part of a conspiracy to allow the Cylon to gain access to the small arms locker?
Socinus: The Chief is innocent, he didn’t do anything.
Hadrian: Specialist, did you leave the hatch open deliberately?
Socinus: Yes, sir. Whatever happened, it was me. Just me.


(16) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS / COLONIAL ONE
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

[Adama and Roslin talk on comms]
Adama: Did you read the tribunal report?
Rolsin: Yes, and I’m sorry to read that one of your men has been charged with conspiracy and collusion with a Cylon agent.
Adama: Specialist Socinus. But, after reading the transcripts, I have my doubts.
Roslin: What about this other man, your Chief Tyrol? He took the 23rd. What is that about, do you think?
Adama: It’s his right. The courts have never held that invoking the right to remain silent can be used as evidence of guilt.
Roslin: You sound like a lawyer.
Adama: My father was a lawyer, civil liberties.
Roslin: Let’s set aside the legalities for a moment. Obviously, you are defending your man. I respect that, I do, but he is hiding something.
Adama: Chief Tyrol’s been under my command for over five years, and if he really wanted to take this ship down, he could. I think this is over. [a group of marines enter] Madam President, I’m gonna have to call you right back. (to the marines) What?
Marine Coporal: I have orders to bring you before the tribunal, sir.
Adama: Let’s go.


(17) INT. GALACTICA – WARD ROOM
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Hadrian: Commander Adama, when did you first learn the truth about the Cylons?
Adama: on Ragnar Station, before we left.
Hadrian: And you chose to withhold this crucial information, sir.
Adama: Yes.
Hadrian: Why?
Adama: I felt that to alarm the public would only cause chaos and panic.
Hadrian: But you also withheld the information from your own security detachment aboard ship, sir.
Adama: Not knowing who to trust, I decided to keep the information compartmentalized for the time being.
Hadrian: Sir, isn’t it true that, had we known that the Cylons appeared human, different security procedures would have been followed?
Adama: Probably. But I had to weight the possible ramifications of both.
Hadrian: Well, isn’t it also true, sir, that, had different procedures been followed, the bombing may have been prevented.
Adama: That’s speculative.
Hadrian: I’m asking if it’s possible.
Adama: I know what you’re asking, Sergeant. I will not speculate as to what might have happened.
Hadrian: Do you personally believe that a Cylon agent planted explosives in the ship’s water tank?
Adama: Yes.
Hadrian: Do you believe that there are Cylon agents aboard ship even as we speak?
Adama: Yes, I do.
Hadrian: Sir, isn’t it true that you knew that Lt. Valerii and Chief Tyrol were having an illicit relationship, in violation of regulations?
Adama: I don’t see the relevance of this line of questioning, Sergeant.
Hadrian: Well, the Commander should bear in mind that my questions are not subject to Commanders’ review. Why did you allow the relationship to continue, knowing it was against regulations?
Adama: I’m a soft touch.
Hadrian: Sir, are you aware of the fact that both Lt. Valerii and Chief Tyrol have been implicated as possibly being in collusion with the Cylons?
Adama: I’m aware of the allegations. Where are you going with this, Sergeant?
Hadrian: (harsh) I will ask the questions, sir. Isn’t it true that, by allowing their relationship to continue, in violation of regulations, you may have made it possible for two Cylon collaborators to compromise the safety and security of this ship?
Adama: (sighs) We’re done here. (stands)
Hadrian: Excuse me, sir, but my questions are not finished.
Adama: You’ve lost your way, Sergeant. You’ve lost sight of the purpose of the law: to protect its citizens, not persecute them. (to the tribunal) Whatever we are, whatever’s left of us, we’re better than that. Now, these proceedings are closed. You’ll be transported back to your ships, and we appreciate your help.
Candice Myson: Commander, this is an independent board. You have no authority to close our inquiry.
Adama: This is a witch hunt. I will not have it aboard my ship. (starts for the door)
Hadrian: (to the marine guarding the door, the one that picked up Adama) Corporal of the guard, restrain the Commander and return him to the witness chair.
Adama: (to the marine) Your orders are to escort Sgt. Hadrian back to her quarters and keep her in confinement until further notice. Make your choice, son.
[There’s a pause as the marine looks lost. Then he makes up his mind]
Marine Corporal: Sgt. Hadrian, if you’ll come with us, please.
[As the marines walk up to Hadrian and away from the door, Adama walks away without looking back]


(18) INT. COLONIAL ONE / INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****

[The reporters are all taking at the same time once again. Roslin takes the podium and her conference is broadcasted to the entire fleet]
Roslin: Good evening, have a seat. The investigation into the suicide bombing aboard Galactica and how it was allowed to occur has come to a close…
[Shot of the Hanger Deck crew listening to the announcement]
Roslin: …You are all aware that the bomber was a Cylon agent. The tribunal has determined that the Cylon…
[Shot of crew members in the pilot briefing room listening to the announcement]
Roslin: …gained access to the explosives by going through a hatch door in the hangar deck of the ship. This door was left open due to negligence of one of the ship’s crewmen….
[Shot of the Hanger Deck crew listening to the announcement. Tyrol reacts to hearing Socinus’ name]
Roslin: …His name is Specialist Socinus. He has confessed to lying under oath and dereliction of duty in time of war. He’s been stripped of his rank and confined to the brig. At this point, we have no reason…
[Shot of the Hanger Deck crew listening to the announcement]
Roslin: …to believe that there were any other parties responsible. Now I’ll take your questions. (the reporters erupt. Pointing to one of them) You, sir.


(19) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS

Tyrol: Commander, permission to enter.
Adama: What is it, Chief?
Tyrol: Thank you, sir. Sir, I believe that Socinus… I believe that his confession was a lie. I think that he’s covering for me.
Adama: For you?
Tyrol: I think that he’s doing this out of a sense of misplaced loyalty to me.
Adama: Somewhere in this there’s truth. You care to take me to it?
Tyrol: Sir, I was with Lt. Valerii at the time of the bombing. The deck gang, they all knew it. They’ve known all along. They’re trying to cover for me, they started lying. Socinus… I don’t know, I think that he thinks that he’s helping protect me, by taking a fall like this.
Adama: You don’t really know whether he was on duty or not, do you?
Tyrol: Commander, he’s innocent. I know that much. I should be in the brig.
Adama: That’s a fact. You should be in the brig.
Tyrol: Commander, this isn’t right. You can’t let an innocent kid-
Adama: I can’t? What I can’t do is I can’t let someone that wears this uniform get on a witness stand and lie under oath. And that’s what your man did. He either lied the first time, or he lied the second time. And it doesn’t matter. He’s guilty, and he’ll pay the price. You, you’ll pay a different price. You’ll have to walk out on that hangar deck every day, knowing that one of your men is in the brig because you couldn’t keep your fly zipped. You’re the most experienced non-commissioned officer we have left. You keep my planes flying. I need my planes to fly. Dismissed.
Tyrol: Sir. [leaves]


(20) INT. GALACTICA – RESERVOIR

[A happy Boomer is waiting. Tyrol enters]
Boomer: Hi… (goes to hug and kiss him)
Tyrol: [pushing her away] Sharon, no, no, no.
Boomer: What?
Tyrol: Sharon, we’re done. It’s over.
Boomer: What do you mean, it’s over?
Tyrol: I love you, I really do. I’m sorry.
Boomer: Wait a minute. I deserve more of an explanation than that.
Tyrol: Sure. one of my men is in the brig, confessed to a crime that he didn’t commit to protect me, to protect us. Well, there can be no more us. No more secrets, no more lies, that’s it. It’s over.
Boomer: I can’t believe you can just turn your back on us.
Tyrol: I put everything on the line for you, everything! I cover for you, I protect you. I risked my career, my freedom, my integrity, for what? So some innocent kid, one of my kids, can take the fall for me? No! We are not worth that.
Boomer: Okay. Guess I’ll see ya ’round. [starts leaving. Tyrol stays put]
Tyrol: one more thing… did you leave the hatchcombing open last night?
Boomer: What?
Tyrol: Did you leave the hatchcombing open last night?
Boomer: What are you saying? That I helped the Cylon?
Tyrol: I didn’t say anything. I was just asking you a question. I think I deserve an answer.
Boomer: You have the only answer you’re ever gonna get. (leaves)


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×07: Six Degrees of Separation (February 18, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Cally sits outside the Cylon Raider while Tyrol pokes inside it]
Cally: Starbuck’s notes on the Cylon Raider are a mess. [reading the notes] She said the engine power-up sequence began by squeezing something that looks like a red ligament with blue veins on the right side coming out of a sack of gooey fluid, shaped like a dog.
Tyrol: Are you kidding me? This whole thing is a bunch of veins and ligaments and sacks of goo.
Cally: [continues reading] “Squeeze the ligament with your hand while you slide your weight on your left hip, into the lymphatic sack”.
Tyrol: Well, that’s just stupid!
[Tight approaches]
Cally: Oh… afternoon, sir.
Tigh: Specialist. (re: the Raider) Chief’s inside?
Cally: Yeah.
Tigh: Chief?
Tyrol: Ow, Gods- yes, sir?
Tigh: How’s it coming in there?
Tyrol: (lying through his teeth) Uh… I’m getting there, sir. Haven’t quite figured out all the tricks but I’m getting there.


(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Tyrol is still wrestling with the Cylon Raider]
Tyrol: (mumbling) Unbelievable… frak it!
Boomer: (approaches) Ahem… uh, not a good time?
Tyrol: No, it’s fine.
Boomer: Guess you’re having problems?
Tyrol: I just- I can’t get this thing to work. I’ve been over it and over it and over it and over and… nothing! I have no idea how Starbuck got this thing to move, much less fly.
Boomer: (stroking it seductively) It’s not really a thing, you know? It’s probably a Cylon itself. More of an animal, maybe, than the human models. Maybe they genetically design it to perform a task. To be a fighter. You can’t treat it like a thing and expect it to respond. You have to treat it like… a pet. But… at least, that’s my guess.
Tyrol: (a little creeped out. Starts to really think that something is up with her) Your guess?
Boomer: (very defensive) Yeah, that’s right, my guess. There something else you wanna say?
Tyrol: No. (she walks away) Lieutenant…


(3) INT. GALACTICA – SICK BAY
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

[Tigh enters. Starbuck’s on her bed]
Tigh: I heard you were supposed to be up on your feet by now.
Starbuck: You heard wrong.
Tigh: Well, I figured you wouldn’t bounce back so fast.
Starbuck: Is there something you wanted, or did you just drop by to torment me, sir?
Tigh: (looking at her chart) Nah, the Chief wanted me to kick your ass out of bed so you could help figure out that Raider of yours but, clearly, you still need the rest. So take your time, no rush.
Starbuck: Do you actually think that reverse psychology crap is gonna work on me?
Tigh: I really don’t care what you think, Lieutenant. All I know is that every day you spend in that bed is another day that I have my opinion of you confirmed. As you were. (leaves)
[Starbuck looks pissed]


(4) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Starbuck approaches on crutches]
Apollo: Hey.
Starbuck: Shut up… all of you. Not one single word from any of you, okay? What seems to be the problem?
Tyrol: Well, your new boyfriend’s a bit of a jerk, sir.
Starbuck: It’s a girl.
Tyrol: Well, if you don’t mind her goo on your face, she’s all yours, sir.
Starbuck: Okay…
Tyrol: She likes the warm light.
Starbuck: Makes the touch easier, right? Maybe… okay. Mmm… this is stupid, this is stupid… this is stupid!
Tyrol: It’s worth a try, sir. And it did fly for you once. Hasn’t made so much as a grunt since. Maybe… uh, take her for a ride.
Starbuck: Ride it?
Tyrol: Treat it like a horse.
Starbuck: Okay… a horse, a horse, a horse. (climbs inside) Why not a goat? I mean, that’s good, right? Think of it as a goat. Okay, whatever… (fiddles with the insides) Come on, boy, giddyup. Come on, come on. Okay, come on- (kicks the ignition and the engine starts revving and the Raider lifts off a little) Oh, oh, okay, you’re kidding. Chief… Chief!
Tyrol: Don’t shoot anything.


(5) CYLON-OCCUPIED CAPRICA – WOODS
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

[Helo and Caprica Boomer are getting ready to go to sleep. But first Helo has to flip a coin]
Helo: Call it.
Caprica Boomer: Heads.
Helo: (probably fixing the result) Heads, you win. You sleep, I watch.
Caprica Boomer: No, you’re the one who needs sleep.
Helo: I couldn’t sleep if I had to listen to Tyrol read the flight manual.
Caprica Boomer: Okay.
Helo: Truth is, if something happened to you I wouldn’t know how to deal with it.
Caprica Boomer: I feel the same way.
Helo: Back on the ship, I, uh… look, I knew what was going on. I mean, between you and the Chief.
Caprica Boomer: I think everybody did.
Helo: And I respected it, your feelings, his, but… I would have given anything to be him. Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot, here. I don’t wanna step into what you two have. You feel the way you feel and I have to respect that-


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×08: Flesh and Bone (February 25, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Boomer approaches and caresses the Raider, humming]
Tyrol: Lieutenant. What’s up?
Boomer: Nothing. Just wanted to see if what I told you the other day helped at all.
Tyrol: Yeah, actually, it did. You do treat this thing more like an animal than a machine and it actually works. Where’d you come up with that, anyway? Just pop into your head?
Boomer: I’m a Cylon.
Tyrol: You know?, that’s not even funny.
Boomer: If I could prove that I wasn’t, would that make a difference? You know, between us?


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×09: Tigh Me Up, Tigh Me Down (March 4, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – CIC

Starbuck: Looks like we’ve found a treasure chest. I mean, one of the major issues we’ve been having with the Raider we captured is trying to figure out the faster light drive. This winter bird is jumping all over the place out there.
Tyrol: Yeah, and every time it jumps, it gives us more data we can use. But the question remains: what’s it doing out there in the first place, and how long can they keep it up?
Adama: The moment you have your F.T.L. data, give me an update.
Tyrol: Yes, sir.
Adama: Let’s not let this thing linger out there longer than we have to.
Tyrol: Yes, sir.
Apollo: (approaches) You wanted to see me, sir?
Adama: Stay on it.
Starbuck: Yes, sir.
Adama: (walks away with Apollo) Do you have dinner plans?
Apollo: What?
Adama: Come on.


(1) INT. GALACTICA – CIC / VIPERS – SAPCE
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****

[Tyrol and Starbuck standing together in the background as Adama walks into CIC]
Adama: Mr. Gaeta.
Gaeta: The Raider smoothed out its flight plan about two minutes ago.
[Tyrol and Starbuck in the background as camera pans from Gaeta to Adama]
Apollo: It seems to be under control.
Adama: Yeah, but he’s not jumping for home.
Gaeta: No, sir, he isn’t.
Tigh: Has our reconnaissance detected any outgoing communications since it straightened out its flight pattern?
[Tyrol and Starbuck in the background.Can be seen behind Gaeta]
Gaeta: Yes, sir, but it’s likely it’s just another distress signal.
Tigh: Launch the alert fighters.
Apollo: (on comms) This is the C.A.G. Launch alert fighters.
[Tyrol can be seen briefly as camera pans from Apollo to Starbuck]
Starbuck: Sir, I hate to tell you this, but I think it’s been playing with us the entire time just waiting to see how we’d react.
Adama: Playing with us?
Starbuck: Yeah.
Adama: Order the flight leader to destroy the target.
[Tyrol and Starbuck in the background]
Gaeta: Yes, sir.
[Tyrol in the background]
Hotdog: Whoa… Galactica, Hotdog. The Raider just took off! He doesn’t look injured to me.
Beehive: He’s heading back towards the fleet.
Starbuck: They’re not gonna catch him.
Gaeta: Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill.
Apollo: He doesn’t have any weapons.
Starbuck: He’s on a suicide run.
[The Raider makes a kamikaze run for the Galactica and its “make-out” deck, but the Vipers destroy it before it can do any damage]
Adama: Did you launch the alert fighters?
Apollo: It was the X.O.’s call.
Tigh: I had a hunch.
Adama: Good call.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×10: The Hand of God (March 11, 2005)

INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×11: Colonial Day (March 18, 2005)

INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×12: Kobol’s Last Gleaming (Part 1) (March 25, 2005)

(1) INT. GALACTICA – MEDICAL BAY

Tyrol: You okay?
Boomer: What do you think?
Tyrol: I think it’s hard to imagine that you forgot to check the chamber.
Boomer: I didn’t forget.
Tyrol: Sharon… what’s going on? I know things haven’t been so great lately but-
Boomer: I wake up in the morning and I wonder who I am. I wake up and wonder if I’m gonna hurt someone.
Tyrol: Sharon, you need help.
Boomer: Not from you, you made that clear. I’m on my own.
Tyrol: No, you’re not.
Boomer: Thanks for coming out, Chief. You’re dismissed.


(2) SPACE – RAPTORS

Raptor 2 Pilot: (on radio) I say we find Kobol, we count our blessings and stay there.
Raptor 3 Pilot: (on radio) Yeah, but the sacred scrolls tell us that this could guide us to Earth, right, l-t?
Raptor 1 pilot: Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah, cut the chatter. Raptors two and three, on me…
Crashdown: F.L.T. Spun up and ready. Cally, hold onto your lunch.
Crashdown: Jump in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one… (raiders jump) jump complete, gentlemen.


(3) SPACE – RAPTOR 1

Crashdown: Karma!
Raptor 1 Pilot: They’re everywhere–
Tyrol: Get us out of here!
Crashdown: C’mon, we got a fire in the turbine!
Raptor 1 Pilot: Shutting it down!
Baltar: Pilot down! pilot down!
Crashdown: Out of the way! Come on! Come on! Out of the way! Come on! Get the hell out of the seat, Doc!
Tyrol: Everybody, hang on! hang on, hang on! (to Crashdown) Can you jump us out?
Crashdown: No, F.T.L. Drive’s been hit.
Tyrol: Socinus, get on the horn now and tell raptor two to jump back to Galactica! Like, right now! Get us out of here!
( All yelling )
Socinus: Raptor two, Raptor two… you are ordered to jump back to Galactica, over. You are ordered to jump back to Galactica!


(4) KOBOL ORBIT – RAPTOR 1

Tyrol: What the hell are you doing?!
Baltar: Oh, god!
Crashdown: Hang on, hang on…
Baltar: oh, my god… god, god, god, god…
Tyrol: Look!
Crashdown: Everybody hit the deck!
( Screaming )
Crashdown: I can’t see!
Tyrol: Pull it up, pull it up!
Cally: ( screaming )
Tyrol: Watch the hill! Watch it!
Crashdown: Thanks a lot Chief! Wooooo!!!


(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Starbuck: Hey, guys, take that out. I know the Chief said we need it but I don’t need it-
Apollo: Lt. Thrace, atten-tion. (she ignores him) Lt. Thrace, I gave you a command you will obey it. Atten… tion! You do not take your harebrained ideas to the X.O. Without going through me first, do you understand?
Starbuck: Yes, sir.
Apollo: At ease, so what’s the plan?
Starbuck: I’m putting an autopilot in the raider. Jump him to the baseship, engage the autopilot, punch out get picked up by a raptor. The raider heads to the baseship.
Apollo: Picks up the transponder, allows the raider to approach, nuke goes off.
Starbuck: Boom, sir.
Apollo: Might work. Might get you killed.
Starbuck: Would you miss me, sir?
Apollo: I need every pilot I have. Even the screw-ups.
Starbuck: Captain… I’m really sorry.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 1×13: Kobol’s Last Gleaming (Part 2) (April 1, 2005)

(1) KOBOL – CRASH SITE

[The crew is evacuating their burning Raptor]
Crashdown: Everyone! Come on! Come on, move!
Tyrol: Everybody up! Cally, up, up, move!
Crashdown: Come on, go, go, go! Come on, move! Out, come on!
Tyrol: Get them out of the chairs, drag them out!
Crashdown: Come on! I got him, I got him!
Tyrol: Oh, for Gods’ sakes…
Crashdown: I got his legs, I got his legs!
Tyrol: I got him! Try it on your shoulder, on your shoulder.
Crashdown: Aahh! Doc! Doc, come on, Doc!
[Everyone but Baltar has egressed from the Raptor. Baltar is trapped by flames inside]
Baltar: Crash!
Crashdown: Doc!
Baltar: Crash!
Crashdown: Come on, Doc! Doc! Doc!
Number Six: Take my hand. Gaius, take my hand.
[Baltar takes her (really Crashdown’s) hand, and escapes the Raptor]
Crashdown: Hey, hey, come on, wake up! Stay with me, we gotta go! Stay with me, Doc, come on! Get down! Get down!
[The Raptor explodes]
Tyrol: Stay down, you guys, stay down, stay down! L.T. You okay? I think that’s both tanks. Let’s see what we got, get them now!
Selix: Aah…
Cally: You all right?
Tyrol: Get the supplies before they burn up- go, go!
Cally: Right away.
Selix: Both tanks, gas is gone, it’s all gone.
[As the Raptor party stumbles around, Gaius wanders off by himself]


(2) KOBOL – CRASH SITE

Crashdown: How we doin’ on that?
Selix: (working on a radio) It’s not responding, sir.
Crashdown: Are you even trained to use this thing? (re: Socinus) How’s he doin’, Chief?
Tyrol: (sighs) Not doin’ so good. I don’t know if his lungs are burned or what.
Crashdown: Well, he’s a tough kid, he’s gonna- he’s gonna pull through. Get those wounds looked at, Chief.
Tyrol: Yeah. Lieutenant… shouldn’t we be moving out? I mean… do you have a plan for tactical deployment or…?
Crashdown: Plan for tactical deployment, Chief? Get to the high ground, it’ll be our best chance of being seen by a search party.
Tyrol: High ground’s also our best chance of being seen by the Cylons. They’re flying around, sir, they might land troops before we get rescued.
Crashdown: That’s true.
Tyrol: Yeah. Sir, if I may suggest that we take cover, on the ground? Maybe somewhere where we won’t be seen from the air?
Crashdown: Okay, yeah, Chief, that’s… (sighs) Carry on, Chief.
[Crashdown seems to have a bit of a breakdown and walks off]
Tyrol: (mouthing) Frak!


(3) KOBOL – CRASH SITE

Tyrol: Tarn, Selix, can I get a hand up here, please?
Selix: Yes, sir.
Tyrol: (re: their downed crewmate) Cally, how’s he doin’?
Cally: Not good, sir.
Tyrol: Get a blanket on him, keep him warm.
[Elsewhere, Baltar is lying down savouring life. Number Six appears, dressed angelically all in white and stunningly beautiful]
Number Six: How are you?
Baltar: Alive. You saved me. You saved my life.
Number Six: Care to return the favor?
Baltar: You in need of saving?
Number Six: (takes his hand) You wondered why you were chosen? Why God chose you, above all other humans to survive and serve his purpose? Now’s the time to find out why.
[Baltar gets up and follows her, walking hand in hand]


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 2×01: Scattered (July 15, 2005)

Written By: Bradley Thompson & David Weddle
Directed By: Michael Rymer


(1) KOBOL – CRASH SITE

Socinus: [Wheezes]
Seelix: This is serisone, it should help you breathe a little easier.
Socinus: [Coughs] [Wheezes]
Tyrol: Here, just take it easy. You’ll be feeling better in a few minutes.
Seelix: Excuse me, sir. We’ve got to get you up.
Socinus: [Wheezes] It hurt.
Seelix: I know.
(Socinus is carried off)
Baltar: If you don’t mind my asking, where are we going, Crashdown?
Crashdown: Tree line. We can hide, still see the crash site in case Galactica sends a rescue party.
Baltar: Galactica will be sending a rescue party.
[Explosion]
Tyrol: Everybody down!
Cally: what was that?
Seelix: That Cylons?
Crashdown: Maybe. Seelix, grab the ammo. Staggered formation, I’ll take point. Chief, you’re bringing up the rear. Be ready to tell the private, people.
Tyrol: El-tee? I think we should double-check the supplies before we bug out.
Crashdown: Sorry, Chief, we don’t have the time. If that’s an aircraft turbine, they’re gonna be on us any moment.
Tyrol: El-tee, we gotta make sure we have everything!
Crashdown: We don’t have the time, Chief!
Tyrol: Damn it. Gods Damn it!


(2) KOBOL – FOREST

Crashdown: Watch your foot. (beat) Everyone take five.
Seelix: Give me the med kit. Where’s the med kit?
Tyrol: How you doing? Hey, how you doing, buddy?
Socinus: Good. Just listening to the birds.
[Birds chirping]
Tyrol: I’ll be damned. I don’t remember the last time I heard birds.
Socinus: [Coughing]
Tyrol: Take it easy, okay?
Seelix: Damn it.
Crashdown: What is it?
Seelix: We’re out of serisone.
Crashdown: It’s all right, I’ll get the other med kit.
Tarn: What other med kit?
Crashdown: Oh, don’t frakkin’ tell me. We pulled two med kits from the ship. I told you to keep an eye on both of them.
Tarn: I only saw the one, sir.
Crashdown: There were two.
Tarn: I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t remember you telling me…
Crashdown: Well, I did!
Seelix: Sir, his lungs are filling up with fluid. If he doesn’t get more serisone soon, he’s not gonna make it.
Crashdown: Okay, Tarn. You forgot the med kit, so you’re gonna have to go back and get it. Take a rifle, three clips of ammo, and a canteen.
Tarn: What?
Crashdown: Move.
Tyrol: Cally, come here. Watch the rear. (walks over to Crashdown) El-tee. You can’t send him alone.
Crashdown: You questioning my orders, Chief?
Tyrol: No, I’m just pointing out a flaw in your plan. Doesn’t need to be any bigger than that. Cally and I can go with him.
Crashdown: All right, fine, but would you look out for Cally?
Tyrol: Cally, give me the rifle. We three go. Leave that, leave your backpack. Sidearms out. Tarn, you’re bringing up the rear in the middle, shh. Eyes and ears.


(3) KOBOL – CRASH SITE

Tyrol: Okay, Tarn. Go up, take a look. If it’s not there, it’s at the raptor. And we’ll have to move up more.
Tarn: I got it, Chief.
Tyrol: All right, let’s get the hell out of here. Tarn on point. Let’s go. Go, go, go, go, go.


(4) KOBOL – FOREST

Cally: This makes no sense. Why am I carrying the med kit when you forgot it?
Tarn: Okay, first of all that’s el-tee’s kit. Secondly, I’m on point.
Cally: Whatever.
Tyrol: All right, children, that’s enough. I’ll tell you what, Cally. If it makes you feel any better, I’ll put him on hangar deck mop-up duty with you for next week.
Cally: Now you’re talkin’.
Tarn: For what? If anybody should have mop duty, it’s el-tee.
(Tarn is shot twice by Cylon Centurions.)
Tyrol: Go! Go! Get down! Top of the ridge! Cally, take the rifle and cover me! Suppressive fire. Okay, okay, wait for me. Wait for me, all right? Go, go, go, go, go. Don’t move! I’m coming for you, don’t move.
Tarn: [Groans]
Tyrol: Jeez! I’m coming. Give me fire! Cally, go, go!
Cally: They’re dug in, Chief. I can’t see them.
Tyrol: Cover me! Come on. Come on. You’ll be okay, you’re okay. You’re okay, you’re okay. It’s okay. Get on my back. Get on my back. Get on me, get on me. (he recovers Tarn, he carries him to safety)
Tarn: [Groans]


(5) KOBOL – FOREST

Cally: Chief, they’re not following us anymore.
Tyrol: Cally, there. There. I know you’re hit, buddy. It’s okay, I’m gonna check you right now. I’m gonna put him here, Cal
Here, stay down. Be with me right here. Okay, I’m gonna check you right now. It’s not that bad, it’s not that bad. It’s not that bad. Cally, check the ridge.
Tarn: I wanna go home, Chief.
Tyrol: I know, I know. We’re going home. We’re going home, okay? Okay.
Tarn: [Mumbling]
Tyrol: Sh, sh, sh, sh. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. Stay with me. Hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me. Stay with me, stay with me. Be with me, be with me. Come on, come on. Hey, hey, hey, hey. (Tarn dies)
Cally: Chief. Chief, we gotta go. We gotta go. We gotta go. Chief.
Tyrol: That’s it. That’s it, you stupid, frakked-up crap!
Cally: Chief, Socinus needs us now. Come on. Come on. Let’s go.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 2×02: Valley Of Darkness (July 22, 2005)

Written By: Bradley Thompson & David Weddle
Directed By: Michael Rymer


(1) KOBOL – RAPTOR 1 – CRASH SITE
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****

[Tyrol in the background while Baltar is hallucinating that he’s talking to Adama]


(2) KOBOL – FOREST

Cally: What do you say we take five? How much further, do you think?
(Tyrol doesn’t answer)
Cally: Tarn getting shot, it wasn’t your fault. You know that, right? Chief? Talk to me, mother-frakker!
Tyrol: (laughing) “Mother-frakker”?
(Both laughing)
Cally: (coughing) Socinus better appreciate this.
Tyrol: He’s probably lyin’ in the sun like some gods-damn emperor. He’s an idiot. (laughs)
Cally: I hope he’s okay.
Tyrol: He’ll be fine. He’s a tough kid. We just, gotta get him the medkit. Yeah, we gotta go, Cally.


(3) ELSEWHERE IN THE KOBOL FOREST

[Enter Tyrol and Cally]
Tyrol: Flash! Flash!
Crashdown: Thunder.
Tyrol: Go, go, go.
Crashdown: Here. Here. Here. Where’s Tarn? (Tyrol tosses him Tarn’s dogtags) What happened?
Tyrol: Cylons.
Crashdown: Were you followed?
Tyrol: No. How’s he doing?
Seelix: He’s not gonna make it.
Tyrol: What? What do you mean? What are you talking about? We’ve got the medkit; give him a shot. Give him another shot!
Seelix: Too late.
Tyrol: What do you mean it’s too late? I got you the medkit. What else do you want? So we go get the medicine you asked for. Tarn–for what? For this! Come on, you gotta do something. You have to do something.
Seelix: I can’t change that he’s gonna die, Chief. It’s gonna be slow and painful. And we can spare him that. We can spare him that if we give him the morpha from my kit and the one that you brought back.
Tyrol: What? No. El-tee? El-tee, come on.
Crashdown: He’s your man, Chief.
Tyrol: Give it to me. Give it to me. Hey, buddy. It’s Chief. How ya doin’?
Socinus: What’s goin’ on, Chief?
Tyrol: Well, you know. Just listenin’ to the birds.
Socinus: (groaning)
Tyrol: I, uh… I got a little somethin’ for the pain. Good news, buddy.
[He injects Socinus with the overdosed painkillers]
Tyrol: We got a rescue party here. The raptor just landed. We’re gonna put you on it, take you back to Galactica. Okay?
Socinus: I’m goin’ home?
Tyrol: Yeah. You’re goin’ home.
[Socinus dies peacefully]


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 2×03: Fragged (July 29, 2005)

Written By: Dawn Prestwich & Nicole Yorkin
Directed By: Sergio Mimica-Gezzan


(1) KOBOL – FOREST

Crashdown: Lords of Kobol, take these brave men into your arms. Take upon … take … take … the spirits of our fallen friends so that they may share in the everlasting life that awaits us all beyond the vale of tears. So say we all.
All: So say we all.
Six: Nothing awaits them. No eternal life, no damnation. Only oblivion.
Baltar: Because they haven’t seen the face of God, I take it.
Six: Because they died here. On Kobol.
Baltar: I see.
Tyrol: Doc… let’s go. We’re moving out. Doc, you hear me? We’re moving out.
Baltar: I did hear you, Chief. I just don’t respond to the title “Doc”. A “dock” is a platform for loading and unloading material. My title is “Doctor,” or “Mr. Vice President,” if you don’t mind.
Tyrol: You are loading, are you not? (to Crashdown) El-tee? El-tee! Crash!
Crashdown: Hmm? Oh, yeah, Chief, I’ll be right there.


(2) KOBOL – FOREST

Tyrol: No Cylons.
Crashdown: You sure?
Tyrol: Uh-oh. Wait a minute. Tree line, two o’clock.
Crashdown: Got ’em. What are they doing?
Tyrol: Looks like they’re dismantling the ship.
Crashdown: Why? Why not just use it to fly the hell out of here?
Tyrol: I don’t know. I can’t tell. They’re… dragging it into the tree line. It’s, uh… Oh, wait a minute. They’re building something.
Crashdown: Chief, is that a…
Tyrol: A missile. They’re building a missile battery.
Crashdown: Well, at least we know why they’re not chasing us.
Baltar: Why? Why aren’t they chasing us?
Tyrol: Because they don’t have to. They can just sit back, launch a missile barrage that’ll wipe out every living thing in this valley.


(3) INT. GALACTICA – CIC
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Tigh: What the hell’s all this? Why aren’t you in the brig?
Apollo: I’m on duty, sir. Planning the search and rescue mission.
Tigh: Search and rescue? For who? We lose a plane, and nobody tells me?!
Apollo: For our Raptor crew down on the surface of Kobol, sir?
Tigh: Simes is senior pilot now. He can plan the SAR.
Apollo: You asked me to command the air group when I’m on duty. And I’m on duty. So am I in command… or not?
Tigh: What’s the status of the SAR, Captain?
Apollo: Well, we don’t know in what area Raptor 3 went down. So the only realistic chance we have of finding her is to hope that her transponder disaster beacon is still functioning. I intend to take two Raptors, one with medical personnel, and make five low level orbits of the planet.
Tigh: What about the Cylon base ship that Lieutenant Valerii supposedly destroyed? What if she was lying?
Apollo: Racetrack confirmed the destruction of the base ship, and I checked the gun camera footage from the Raptors, which verifies it.


(4) KOBOL – FOREST

Cally: I count… six missiles being carried into the forest site so far.
[Baltar and Six conversation]
Tyrol: Wait a minute, wait a minute. El-tee, check this out.
Crashdown: What do you got, Chief?
Tyrol: 45 degrees east of the launcher. You see that tree stump?
Crashdown: What the hell is that?
Tyrol: It looks like a dradis dish. At least, the Cylon version of a dradis dish. It’s probably salvaged from the nose cone of the ship. They’re building an anti-aircraft battery.
Cally: Anti-aircraft? For what? There are no other aircraft around here.
Tyrol: The Galactica’s gonna send a search and rescue team. When they do, that’s at least two Raptors doing a low pass over the crash site. When those Raptors come looking for us, risking their lives to rescue us…
Crashdown: Cylons will shoot ’em down.


(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Apollo: Seven birds down for repairs. Three out on picket duty with the CAP.
Dualla: Uh, CON traffic, sir. Priority messages are on top.
Tigh: Cut to the chase, Captain! How long before you launch the SAR? (to Dualla) Come on, D, these are all marked “priority.”
Dualla: Sorry, sir, that’s how they came in.
Apollo: I’m cannibalizing 305 for parts. Should be up in the air in, I don’t know, 90 minutes.
Tigh: 90 minutes?! We got men down on that frakking planet! Get your head in the game. You do your job, or go back to the brig. (to Dualla) Are on the members of the Quorum in the Ward room?
Dualla: All 12, sir.
Tigh: Don’t suppose you wanna do this for me?
Dualla: Never was much for public speaking, sir.


(6) KOBOL – FOREST

Crashdown: The launcher looks like a simple point-and-shoot. No built-in guidance.
Tyrol: Ordnance appear to be standard ship-to-ship missiles. They’re modifying them for atmospheric flight.
Cally: One Cylon sentry walks the perimeter, stopping at regular intervals.
Baltar: The dradis dish that controls the missiles is on the 4.5 KG wavelength, judging by the diameter. It’s guarded by two centurions, I think.
Crashdown: I’m sorry, Doc, did you say it was guarded by two centurions?
Baltar: Yes, I did.
Crashdown: Okay, is the dradis guarded continuously of intermittently?
Baltar: I saw two centurions through the field glasses… continuously, for five minutes. In that time, they didn’t leave their post.
Crashdown: So there’s three toasters near the launcher. Two more out by the dish. That’s a lot of Cylons. (to Baltar) You ever handle a weapon?
Baltar: Who, me? No. I’m not a soldier, Crashdown.
Crashdown: I’ll try to give you the most simple assignment, but I’m gonna need every man.
Tyrol: You’re not suggesting we attack the Cylons?
Crashdown: We owe it to Socinus and Tarn to tack the frakkers out before they kill anyone else. We have equal numbers. We have the element of surprise. Therefore, we have the initiative. We can attack at the time and place of our choosing.
Tyrol: El-tee, a word… in private.
Baltar: He’s crazy. I’m not trained for this kind of thing. I’ve never fired a gun in my life.
Seelix: I haven’t fired one since basic.
Baltar: You?
Cally: I just joined to pay for dental school.
Tyrol: Basic ground assault was a long time ago. For all of us. Those aren’t training officers out there. They’re programmed killing machines.
Crashdown: We don’t have any choice. Galactica will definitely be sending a search and rescue party. It’s just a matter of time. And if we don’t take out that launcher…
Tyrol: We can’t go up against an armed and defended position like that. They’ll wipe us out in the first two minutes.
Crashdown: That’s enough! Chief, look, under the circumstances, it’s important that you keep your cool.
Tyrol: I don’t believe I’ve lost my cool.
Crashdown: I disagree. Look, I don’t want to attack the launcher either, but it’s our duty. We owe it to the rescue party, and we owe it to Socinus and Tarn.
Tyrol: I fail to see what this has to do with Socinus and Tarn.
Crashdown: Maybe that’s why I’m an officer, and you’re not. Dismissed.


(7) KOBOL – FOREST

Crashdown: This briefing will outline a plan of attack in five graphs. Graph One: Situation. Our situation is that we are stranded on Kobol with a group of five Cylons who are planing to use an AAU to destroy any SAR craft sent to find us. There are no friendly forces present.
Baltar: What’s all this graph business?
Tyrol: It’s a five-paragraph order. It’s a basic command tool. It’s taught at officer candidate school. It’s just not usually used this… literally in the field.
Crashdown: Graph Four: Execution. We will assault the Cylon launch site from the northwest, using…
Baltar: Oh, come on. This is absurd. What, we’re talking on the Cylon army, are we? Us? Look at us. What, with two rifles and a canteen? Have you lost your mind…?
Crashdown: That’s enough, Doctor.
Baltar: Is it? Look, no disrespect, but like why are we always going uphill? Does anybody else think that this plan is frakking nuts? I’ll tell you what’s fair. This is fair. We’ll have a show of hands…
Tyrol: No! Absolutely not! This is not a democracy! The LT’s in charge! The LT’s in charge. No ifs, no ands, no buts. He say we go, we go. There’s no questions…
Baltar: We’ve already lost two men, Chief! How many more people are we gonna lose?
Tyrol: You need to sit down. And shut up right now.
Baltar: Nobody tells me to shut up. I’m the vice president…
Tyrol: You need to sit down and shut up right now. (to Crashdown) Your briefing, LT.
Crashdown: Thank you, Chief. Graph Four. We’ll approach the Cylon launch site from the northwest, using natural ground cover to mask our approach. Our objective is the command and control console. Once we reach this position, Cally, you’re gonna flank out to the left, making a feint on the Cylon position. Hopefully drawing their fire long enough for me and Seelix to flank out to the right and get a shot at the console. Tyrol, you and the vice president will stay at position one, and provide covering fire for both flanking maneuvers.


(8) INT. RAPTOR – SPACE
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Apollo: Galactica/Apollo, we are preparing to Jump to Kobol.
Dualla: Roger that, Apollo. You are clear to Jump. Good hunting.
Apollo: Thank you, Galactica. (to Racetrack) Let’s go find our people.


(9) KOBOL – FOREST

Cally: Okay, cock the rifle, click the safety, open the scope. Cock the rifle, click the safety, open the scope.


(10) INT. RAPTOR – SPACE
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Racetrack: I got a transponder signal. Definitely Colonial. Trying to establish a lock. Got it. Northern hemisphere. Looks like mountainous terrain. There’s a valley.
Apollo: Take us out of orbit. Signal Raptor Two to form up on us.


(11) KOBOL – FOREST

Crashdown: There they are. All three of ’em, right where they’re supposed to be. All right, people, this is it. We’re going in. Cally, move up the tree line to point alpha.
Tyrol: Whoa, whoa, whoa. El-tee, there’s five Cylons at the launcher.
Crashdown: What?
Baltar: Something’s wrong, isn’t it? Something’s wrong with the plan…
Crashdown: Quiet down, there’s nothing wrong. There’s just a couple Cylons that we didn’t account for. That makes for seven Cylons. Five here, and two up at the dish. Are you absolutely certain about the two guards at the dish?
Baltar: I know what I saw.
Tyrol: Maybe there are only five Cylons. They just changed their deployment. They brought the two that were guarding the dish down here. Now the dish is unprotected.
Crashdown: Gods, Chief, that dish is, like, almost a click away.
Tyrol: So what? It’s unprotected. We can go take it out. We don’t have to take on the whole Cylon army.
Baltar: What the hell was that?
Crashdown: Sonic booms.
Tyrol: Spacecraft entering the upper atmosphere.
Crashdown: It’s the SAR mission. They’re here. They are right up there, Chief. We gotta go. There’s no time for discussion. All right, everyone, move out. It’s game time. We’re taking these toasters out before they kill any more of us. (to Cally) Cally, I said move.
Cally: I can’t.
Crashdown: What? That’s an order.
Tyrol: She doesn’t have to. We can just go take out the dish.
Crashdown: Cally, you have to move. Cally, this is not a joke. Go. This is not a game, Cally. Go. We have people counting on us. They’re up there, Cally. Move!
Tyrol: Listen to me. We still have time to double back and take out the dish.
Crashdown: Shut up for a second. Cally, Cally. Specialist. You have your orders. I need you to go out there and create a distraction now! Move! Move!
Tyrol: El-tee!
Seelix: There were only supposed to be three Cylons and now there are five. How are we supposed to take on five Cylons?
Crashdown: Cally, move. Frak orders, frak court martial. Our people are up there. We have to save them. We don’t have any time. Move!
Cally: I can’t do it.
Crashdown: Cally! Move!
Cally: Nooooooo!
[Crashdown draws his gun on Cally]
Baltar: Chief!
Tyrol: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey. Put it down. Put it down.
Crashdown: You’re going out there, Cally. You’re going out there or I’m gonna blow your brains out. Right here, right now.
Tyrol: Put it down. Hey, El-tee. Easy. Take it easy.
Crashdown: I’m gonna count to three.
Seelix: This is crazy. This is crazy!
Crashdown: One.
[Tyrol draws his gun on Crashdown]
Tyrol: Put it down right now.
Seelix: Oh, my gods.
Tyrol: Listen to me! Drop your weapon.
Crashdown: Two. Three.
[Gun fires. Crashdown slumps forward, dead. Baltar is revealed to be the shooter]
[Cylons start shooting at them]
Tyrol: Fall back! Fall back! Go! Go! Go!
[Tyrol removes all the dogtags from around Crashdown’s neck]
Tyrol: C’mon on Doc let’s go.


(12) INT. RAPTOR – SPACE
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Apollo: ETA?
Racetrack: Five minutes!


(13) KOBOL – FOREST

[Chief, Baltar, Cally and Seelix running through forest]
[Two Raptors flying over the Raptor One crash site]
[Tyrol has been shot in the arm]
Tyrol: Aaah! Aaah!
Baltar: Chief!
Tyrol: Aaah! Doc! Gimme the launcher! Gimme the launcher, Doc! Come on!
[Baltar hands Tyrol the launcher]
Tyrol: Cover me
[Tyrol takes out the dradis dish with launcher]


(14) INT. RAPTOR – SPACE
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Racetrack: Missiles! There’s a battery down there!
Apollo: Evasive! Break, break, break!
Racetrack: No lock. No lock! They’re not locking on us.


(15) KOBOL – FOREST

[Cylon still shooting at them]
[Baltar takes cover behind a tree. Cally and Seelix join him. Tyrol is separated from the others]
Cally: Chief!
Tyrol: Stay there! Stay there!
Baltar: Chief! Chief!
Cally: Chief!
[Tyrol takes his pistol out, screams and shoots at cylons. Cylons blow up. He thinks he did it. He turns around and looks up and sees Apollo in the Raptor]
Apollo: You’re welcome.


(16) KOBOL – FOREST

Apollo: It’s a hell of a butchers bill, Chief. How did Crashdown die?
Baltar: Leading the charge. He gave his life in the… in the finest tradition of the service.
Tyrol: Yeah. He was a hero. To the end.
[Baltar and Head Six talking]
Apollo: Okay, Doctor, we gotta go! Doctor, come on! We gotta go.
[Baltar and Head Six talking]
Apollo: Come on, Doctor! We gotta get outta here! Come on.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 2×04: Resistance (August 5, 2005)

Written By: Toni Graphia
Directed By: Allan Kroeker


(1) INT. GALACTICA – BRIG

[Tigh is interrogating Tyrol under a hot lamp]
Tigh: You’re sweating.
Tyrol: It’s hot in here.
Tigh: How long have you known Lieutenant Valerii was planning to assassinate Commander Adama?
Tyrol: I had no idea she was planning anything of the kind.
Tigh: You were frakkin’ her.
Tyrol: I ended that weeks ago, on your orders.
Tigh: You covered for her, you lied for her.
Tyrol: I admit I used bad judgment.
Tigh: You protected her at every turn.
Tyrol: Colonel, I had no idea she was a Cylon. (beat) I’d like to exercise my article 21 rights at this time.
Tigh: Oh, I’m sure you would. I guess you haven’t heard. Cylons don’t have rights.
Tyrol: Cylon? Wait a minute.
Tigh: You know what we do with Cylons, Chief?
Tyrol: I’m not a Cylon.
Tigh: Roslin came up with the execution method.
Tyrol: I’m Galen Tyrol!
Tigh: She put a Cylon out of the airlock.
Tyrol: My father was a priest! My mother was an oracle. I’ve served on battlestars since I was 18 years old. The Pegasus, Columbia, Atlantia, Galactica–
[Tigh punches him out of his seat]
Tigh: Don’t talk to me like you’re a soldier! You are not a soldier!
Tyrol: Uhh!
Tigh: The old man always had a soft spot for you. Let him decide what to do with you.
Tyrol: Colonel, you gotta believe me. I am not a Cylon. I’d never do anything to hurt Adama. I love the old man.
Tigh: That’s what your girlfriend said. Get him the hell out of here!


(2) INT. GALACTICA – BOOMER’S BRIG

[Tyrol is thrown in the same cell as Boomer]
Boomer: Chief? (crying) I thought you were on Kobol.
Tyrol: Don’t. Don’t…you…talk to me. Don’t come near me. Don’t touch me. If you do, I swear… I will kill you.


(3) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Cally: They locked the Chief up with Boomer. Tigh thinks he’s a Cylon.
Baltar: I know. I’m gonna see the Colonel now. I think he wants me to find a way to clear the Chief. Or…
Cally: Or what? Throw him out the airlock like a piece of garbage? If Commander Adama were in charge, this would never happen.
Baltar: Yes, but he’s not in charge, is he?
Cally: No, but I’ve known the Chief for years. He’s no toaster.
Baltar: He was involved with Lieutenant Valerii, who most certainly is a toaster.
#6: That word is racist. I don’t like it.
Cally: Sure… he’s shown some bad judgment getting involved with her. But that doesn’t mean he’s a toaster. You’ve got to help him.
#6: Say something, Gaius. Tell her you won’t have racial epithets used in your presence.
Baltar: I’m very sorry. I was gonna tell the Colonel there’s nothing I can do. The Cylon detector I developed doesn’t work. Clearly.
Cally: No! You’ve got to help him.
#6: Your child’s gonna be half toaster. How does that make you feel?
Baltar: Nothing could make me happier. I just don’t know what I’d possibly say. Excuse me.
Cally: He helped you! He didn’t tell anyone what you did on Kobol. What you did to Crashdown.
Baltar: What I did to Crashdown saved your life. Are you blackmailing me?
Cally: Help the Chief to help yourself, Doctor.
#6: Yes, Doctor. That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?


(4) INT. GALACTICA – CIC
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Dualla: Deck log.
Tigh: What the hell’s the matter with your Cylon detector, Doctor? You gave the assassin a pass.
Baltar: Yes, but that was a beta test, a preliminary. Clearly I hadn’t perfected my methodology, and she slipped through.
Dualla: Fuel report.
Tigh: So what the hell are you telling me here? That we are back to square one? That no one’s results are definitive? That we have no way of knowing who are the Cylons among us?
Baltar: No, I’m saying that since Valerii’s te– since the assassin’s test, I’ve developed a new set of protocols which should eliminate any errors–anomalies– that cropped up earlier–
Tigh: For gods’ sake–
Baltar: If you let me test the Chief’s blood, I might be able to tell once and for all if–
Tigh: No “if”–I want a definitive answer. No more of your weasely techno babble. He’s a Cylon or he’s not. So get down there and do something right for a change.
Baltar: I am the Vice-President. Legally speaking, if the President is incapacitated, shouldn’t I take over her duties–
Tigh: Legally speaking, I have declared martial law. That makes you nobody. So… unless you want to join Roslin in the brig, I suggest you get to work.
Baltar: It’s good to see you, Colonel.
#6: Aren’t you getting tired of the continual humiliation? The disrespect from mechanics and Colonels alike?
Baltar: What do you think?
#6: Maybe it’s time to do something about it.


(5) INT. GALACTICA – BRIG

Boomer: I guess you really must hate me. I don’t know if it makes any difference right now, but I’m really sorry you got pulled into this. You know, what we had–
Tyrol: Was nothing. Nothing. You’re a machine. I’m not.
Boomer: Well, whatever I am, I know how I felt.
Tyrol: Software doesn’t have feelings.
Boomer: I never meant to hurt you.
[Baltar enters the Brig]
Baltar: I’d like some privacy, please. I’ll be fine, thank you.
[Guards leave the room]
Baltar: And how are we this evening?
Tyrol: What do you want?
Baltar: I’m here to determine whether you’re a Cylon or not. Your arm, please.
Boomer: His test doesn’t work too well. I mean, he gave me the green light.
Baltar: The test works… just fine.
[He injects Tyrol with something under the guise of taking his blood. Tyrol passes out]
Boomer: Chief? Chief?
Baltar: I lied to you, Sharon. I covered up your true nature from the rest of the fleet for my own purposes.
Boomer: What did you do to him? He’s not breathing.
Baltar: No, he’s dying right now, Sharon. I can save him if you tell me how many Cylons there are left in the fleet.
Boomer: I don’t know, but I’m not getting a pulse.
Baltar: Yes, you do. Now, buried deep down in that thing you call a subconscious you know how many.
Boomer: I don’t know!
Baltar: He doesn’t have time for this, Sharon. His organs are shutting down. In ten seconds time, he’ll experience complete brain stem death. Now how many? Do you love him, Sharon? Only you can save him! Ten… nine… do you love him? Do you love him, Sharon?
Boomer: Eight! There are eight.
[He revives Tyrol]


(6) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****

Jammer: You gonna help out here or what?
Cally: They’re putting the Chief in there, you know?
Jammer: I don’t care if they put a giant parakeet in here. Colonel says build a cell, we build a cell.
Cally: This isn’t right. He’s one of us.
Jammer: No, he’s one of them. He always was. We just never saw it.
Cally: No, he’s innocent. She tricked him.
Jammer: Wow, such loyalty. Were you frakking him too?
[Cally attacks him, but he quickly gains control]
Jammer: You want to get pissed at someone, you get pissed at Boomer. She’s the one who put the Chief in the cell here, not us.


(7) INT. GALACTICA – BRIG

[Tyrol is freed]
Tyrol: Thanks. Thanks, Doc. I appreciate it.
Baltar: Don’t thank me. Thank her.
Tyrol: Why, what does she have to do with it?
Baltar: Everything. Nothing. Love is a strange and wonderful thing, Chief. You’d be happy you experienced it at all. Even if it was with a machine.
Tyrol: What are they going to do to her?
Baltar: They’re setting up a new holding facility. There will be tests. Mental. Physical.
Tyrol: Like she’s some kind of lab rat?
Baltar: That’s the idea.


(8) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY

Boomer is being led in chains to her new holding area. Scores of crew members are shouting insults at her (Bitch! Traitor! Toaster! Traitor! back Stabber! Traitor! Traitor!) Cally comes out of the crowd to shoot Boomer in the stomach. Like Jack Ruby.

Tyrol: No, no, no. No, no, no no. No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no. Hey, hey, hey. Sshhh, sshh.
Boomer: I love you, Chief.
[She dies in Tyrol’s arms]


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 2×05: The Farm (August 12, 2005)

Written By: Carla Robinson
Directed By: Rod Hardy


(1) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS

Tyrol: If I may speak on behalf of specialist Cally. She was distraught sir. The experience in Kobol. Being in the surface fighting Cylons. It’s shattering for all of us. I don’t believe she’s in her right mind when she shot Boomer.
Adama: Did you love her, Chief?
Tyrol: Excuse me?
Adama: Boomer, did you love her?
Tyrol: I thought I did.
Adama: When you think you love somebody, you love them. That’s what love is – thoughts. She was a Cylon. A machine. Is that what Boomer was? A machine? A thing.
Tyrol: That’s what she turned out to be.
Adama: She was more than that to us. She was more than that to me. She was a vital, living person… aboard my ship for almost two years. She couldn’t have been just a machine. Could you love a machine?
Tyrol: No, sir. I guess I couldn’t have.
Adama: Cally discharged a firearm without permission, endangering life of her fellow shipmate. 30 days in the brig. Dismissed.
Tyrol: Thank you, sir.
Adama: You’ll see her again, Chief.
Tyrol: Excuse me?
Adama: There are many copies. You’ll see her again.


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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 2×07: Home (Part 2) (August 26, 2005)

Written By: David Eick & Ronald D. Moore
Directed By: Jeff Woolnough


The opening sequence is a collage of scenes alternating back and fourth between Kobol and Galactica. On Kobol the President’s team is climbing up a mountain in the rain, Struggling to get up. Roslin also tries to keep track of all the notations in the scriptures. On Galactica, Adama, Tigh, Gaeta and Tyrol go over scriptures and maps to try to find the location of Roslin’s party on Kobol.

 

(1) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS

Tyrol: Raptor one went down right about here just outside the ruins of the city. Now, we never made it past, say, here. But we visually scouted the approaches out to the mountains.

 

(1) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS

Tigh: If this is all she’s got to go on, I don’t know how the hell that woman thinks she’s gonna find this tomb.
Adama: Well, maybe she’s seen it in a vision.
Tigh and Gaeta: (Stifled laughter)
Adama: I’m serious. She says she sees things. Images, prophecies, whatever. The point is that she believes in them. And so do the people that are with her.
Tyrol: Sir, all due respect, that terrain is so rugged, I can’t imagine navigating it without a map or a guide.

 

(1) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS

Gaeta: The last rescue team, reported no sign of a cylon base ship or a raider anywhere near Kobol.
Adama: Well, we’ll set the jump arrival coordinates to the upper atmosphere. Just in case.
Gaeta: Ah, sir, that’s risky, and it’s certainly not possible with a ship of this size.
Adama: I’ll be going down in a raptor.
Tigh: What?
Adama: I’m not gonna leave the fleet undefended. And it’s too risky to try to take all of us.
Tigh: We’ll send a search party for frak’s sake.
Adama: [sighs] “And Zeus warned the leaders of the 12 tribes that any return to Kobol would exact a price in blood”
Tyrol: It certainly did for us.
Adama: No more bloodshed. Enough loss. I’m only gonna take people who are absolutely necessary. Don’t try to argue with me, Saul. Truth is, I’m the only one that can reach out to Roslin. It’s always been between us anyway. We may have gone down separately, but we’re gonna come back together. Hopefully on our feet. But even in body bags, we’re gonna be coming back together.


(2) RAPTOR ONE

Tyrol: How simple could it be? Okay. We’re in the north-northwest continent, quadrant c, sector 2, which…
Racetrack: Oh, for frak’s sake, let me see if I can make heads or tails of it.
Tyrol: Look, I marked the terrain as best I could but we’re not… topography’s for pansies anyways.
Adama: How you feeling? Diplomatic?
Billy: I still don’t think this is a very good idea, Commander. The last time she saw me, she wasn’t too happy with me.
Adama: She trusts you, values your counsel. She’ll listen to you.
Billy: I doubt that very much. I’m her assistant. She doesn’t put any more stock in what I say than-
Adama: She thinks you’ll be president one day.
Billy: ‘Scuse me?
Adama: That’s what she said to me once, that you reminded her of President Adar when he ran for his first office.
Billy: I don’t really know how to respond to that, sir.
Adama: Don’t let it go to your head. Adar was a moron.
Racetrack: This is an intra-atmos entry. You guys buckled in?
Adama: Yeah
[The raptor makes a jump to Kobol. It jumps straight into the atmosphere, the crew is subjected to some very strong g forces during reentry]
Racetrack: Perimeter’s clear. No cylon presence.
Adama: See? Nothing to worry about. Having good luck already.


(3) KOBOL – CAMPSITE

[Sound of disturbed brush]
Apollo: Psst! Starbuck! Psst.
Starbuck: Lie low.
[The party take up defensive positions in anticipation of an attack. Apollo peaks around a corner with his gun raised and finds Adama there also with his gun raised. It’s another Caprican Standoff]
Adama: Put down your weapon, Captain.
[They each put down their weapons, and hug each other. Adama starts to cry.]
Roslin: Commander.
Adama: It’s good to see you.
Billy: Madame President.
Roslin: Billy. Billy, you have no idea what it means to me to have you here.
Billy: It’s good to see you too.
Tyrol: Oh, my gods. Commander? Commander!
[Tyrol sees Athena, and raises his weapon to defend Adama]
Helo: She’s with us, Commander.
[Adama starts to stare her down. He has a series of flashbacks of his injury and seeing Boomer’s corpse]
Adama: (from ‘The Farm’ in the morgue) Why?
[Adama attacks her. He jumps on her and throttles her]
Starbuck: Commander, no! No!
Athena: Get off of me!
Adama: I want you to die.
Roslin: Commander. Commander, please don’t. We need her.
Helo: Commander! Commander, you’ve got to let her go.
Adama: Die.
Helo: Sir!
[Athena is still being strangled. She grunts and makes some choking noises. Soon though Adama starts to have an anxiety attack and loses strength and starts to fall off her]
Apollo: Dad? Dad?
Athena: (grunting) And you ask why?
[Adama falls off Athena. She gaps for breath]


(4) KOBOL – CAMPSITE

Helo: I can’t believe the old man reacted like that.
Athena: You know they killed the other Sharon?
Helo: What?
Athena: In cold blood. Not even a trial.
Tyrol: Hi.
Athena: Hi.
Tyrol: Sharon?
Athena: Hello, Chief.
Tyrol: You know who I am.
Athena: Yes. We haven’t met, but… (she hugs him and he is weirded out) I remember you. It’s good to see you.


(5) KOBOL – NEAR THE TOMB OF ATHENA

Meier: Have you had a chance to think about our conversation?
Athena: I haven’t thought about anything else.
Meier: And?
Athena: When we get to the entrance, they’ll be distracted. I’ll take the father, and you take the son.
[In the distance, at the entrance to the Tomb of Athena]
Athena: You should see this!
Roslin: Lieutenant Thrace, I hope you have that arrow handy.
[Athena and Meier arrive at the entrance. Athena pulls a gun on Adama, and Meier does the same to Apollo. Athena turns and shoots Meier, then Apollo shoots one of his cronies who is about to shoot her. She points the gun at Adama again]
Athena: I need you to know something. I’m Sharon, but I’m a different Sharon. I know who I am. I don’t have hidden protocols or programs lying in wait to be activated. I make my own choices. I make my own decisions. And I need you to know this is my choice.
[She relinquishes the guns to Adama, who passes it to Tyrol]
Tyrol: This is one of the old stallions. It’s not military issue. Where the hell’d you get this?
Athena: It’s his.
Meier: Oh…oh.
Zarek: Take it easy.
Meier: Just wanted… to see you get your due.
Zarek: You never did listen to me.
Meier: Grunts and dies


(6) KOBOL – ENTRANCE TO THE TOMB OF ATHENA

[Starbuck moves the arrow over the door to the tomb with no effect]
Starbuck: Stupid frakking thing couldn’t come with a handbook? No, because that would just be too logical, wouldn’t it?
Roslin: “And the Arrow of Apollo will open the Tomb of Athena”
Zarek: Yeah, well, unless anyone sees a keyhole or whatever, then we’re either in the wrong place or we’re just perfectly screwed.
Adama: Okay, then why don’t we just, uh- Helo, c’mere. on three. one… two… three.
[The three start pushing on the rock door. It starts to break loose and open]
Apollo: There it is.
Roslin: Oh, my gods.
[The tomb is opened and they start to move through]
Apollo: After you. (to Starbuck)
Adama: Helo, you stay out.
Helo: Yes, sir.
Adama: Chief.
Tyrol: Sir?
Adama: Guard everybody.
Tyrol: Sir.


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