Battlestar Galactica: Transcripts: S03E09: Unfinished Business
TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 3×16: Dirty Hands (February 25, 2007)
Written By: Anne Cofell Saunders & Jane Espenson
Directed By: Wayne Rose
PREVIOUSLY ON BATTLESTAR GALACTICA …
[With Cavil]
Tyrol: My father was a priest, my mother an Oracle. I’ve served on the Battlestar since I was 18 years old.
[New Caprica]
Tyrol: When you elected me union president, I promised I would keep us working… You must throw your body on the gears and on the levers and on the machine itself, and make it stop.
Teamsters: Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!
[Airlock 12]
Cally: You’re pretending like nothing’s changed, that our lives are exactly like they were before we went to New Caprica. But it is different.
Tyrol: Yeah, we’re just goin’ through a little rough patch.
Cally: What if rough patches are all we have left?
(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: Figurski, Pollux, Sanchez, you’re gonna be rehabbing mule engines tonight, so don’t make after-dinner plans. (Continues to give orders)
Figurski: Thought we were subbing out mule maintenance to the civvies in Dogsville.
Tyrol: Yeah, I don’t got enough mechanics down there… Check flow rate.
Pollux: Flow rate steady at two-niner-zero. Hey, when are we getting some rack around here, Chief? I’m standing double watches the last two weeks.
Tyrol: I know, I know.
Pollux: Plus, I still got the ringin’ in my ears.
Deck Hands: I’m sorry, I can’t hear you. I’ve got ringin’. What’s that?
Pollux: Pretty funny, guys.
Deck Hand: Okay, fusion indicators are out. Get the wing tank switch to “fuel.” Power off. All right, tank off. That’s it. Kill the fueling station. Pull the hose. LT, you’re tanked up and ready to roll.
Racetrack: Roger that, Chief. Ready to roll.
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
[Later. Seelix enters with a laundry cart]
Seelix: Laundry call. Figurski, Pollux, Redford, grab your crap before I chuck it in the ‘cycler.
Figurski: Fold my undies the way I like?
Seelix: Frak off.
Figurski: Oh, nice mouth. Think they let officers talk like that? Gonna have to change your ways when you get them wings.
Seelix: Not getting wings. They rejected my application for flight training.
Pollux: But you aced the written exam, interview went well…
Seelix: Yeah, well, in turns out I’m in a critical position and my leaving would cause “severe mission degradation.”
Cally: That sucks.
Pollux: “Critical position” my ass. They just don’t want knuckledraggers stinking up the pilot ready room.
Tyrol: All right, that’s enough. Lock it up. That’s enough.
(He pulls her aside.)
Tyrol: Look, the CAG told me you got bounced from flight training. I’m sorry about that, it sucks. Truth is, we need you down here. You’re the best avionics specialist we’ve got.
Figurski: And she knows how to fold a man’s undies.
(She jumps him; Chief pulls her off.)
Figurski: Are you crazy? I’ll take you apart!
Tyrol: Hey, shut up, Figurski! I’ll pop you in the mouth myself. Now get back to work. (To Seelix): Come here. Hey! Come here.
Seelix: Let go of me.
Tyrol: Hey. Hey, hey. Listen to me.
Seelix: Ok…
Tyrol: You do important work down here. Just as important as sitting in a cockpit.
Seelix: Thanks, Chief. … I’m gonna … deliver some more “important” laundry.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL QUARTERS
Tyrol: Ooh, algae meat loaf! Starting to be a favorite.
Cally: It’s not for you. Remember our little talk?
Tyrol: Oh, but today’s my cheat day.
Cally: The last three days have been your cheat day.
Tyrol: Really? Yee. You we’re moving better yesterday. That how the bends are supposed to work?
Cally: I’m just upset about Seelix, so I’m tensing up.
Tyrol: They should have just told her right off the bat what the Fleet priorities are. Should have said that they needed knuckledraggers more than they need pilots.
Cally: It isn’t about Fleet priorities. We’re not part of the ruling class, so we’re stuck doing the dirty work.
Tyrol: “Ruling class”? Where’d you get that?
Cally: Something I read. …By Baltar.
Tyrol: Those frakking rags making their way around the Fleet, I can’t believe that anybody’s reading anything written by that guy.
Cally: That’s what I thought too, but… You ever wonder why all the pilots and the officers come from the rich Colonies, like Caprica, and Virgon, Tauron… While all the knuckledraggers come from the poor Colonies like Aerelon and Sagittaron? And Geminon?
Tyrol: Yeah, that’s just trash talk on the deck.
Cally: Really? Name one officer on the Fleet that comes from a poor Colony.
Tyrol: Dualla, Lieutenant Dualla’s from Sagittaron.
Cally: Case in point! How did she get promoted? She married an officer from Caprica.
Tyrol: (answering phone) Tyrol.
Adama: Chief, the foreman of the fuel refinery has just been arrested.
Tyrol: Xeno Fenner?
Adama: Do you know him?
Cally: Did something happen to Xeno?
Tyrol: Arrested. Uh, yes sir, he was in the union on New Caprica, seemed like a good guy. What’d he do?
Adama: He pissed off the President. But the bigger problem right now is the refining operation. I need someone to go over there and get that fuel ship moving again. Pick a team, get your gear, and be on the hangar deck in an hour.
Tyrol: Yes, sir.
Cally: I don’t understand. What happened to Xeno?
Tyrol: He pissed off the President.
Cally: What, you can get arrested for that now?
Tyrol: I think the Admiral was kidding.
Cally: Yeah. You ever think about the union?
Tyrol: Sure, but that’s gone now.
Cally: New Caprica’s gone, but all the people in the union are still here. only difference is, now they don’t have anyone to stand up for them.
Tyrol: I gotta go.
(4) INT. DARU MOZU (TYLIUM REFINERY SHIP)
(Chief takes a shuttle to the refinery.)
Cabott: Tyrol.
Tyrol: Cabott, hey! How you doing? Good to see you!
Cabott (getting him dirty) Sorry.
Tyrol: It’s inevitable!
(They climb the stairs.)
Cabott: Listen, hey, I gotta tell ya — we were all feelin’ a lot better when we heard they were sending you.
Tyrol: Oh, yeah?
Cabott: You bet. I’ve been talking you up, tellin’ everybody how the union on New Caprica really stood up for the little guy.
Tyrol: Yeah, well…
Cabott: You’re looking down at the Fleet’s entire fuel supply of tylium.
Tyrol: How many jumps you think we got?
Cabott: Huh. We’d be lucky if we get out of the system.
Tyrol: Well, you better give us the nickel tour, see where we stand.
(5) INT. DARU MOZU (TYLIUM REFINERY SHIP) – MINING FLOOR
Tyrol: It’s a big operation.
Cabott: Yeah, well, you should see this place when it’s up and running. Loud as an A-bomb, just about as safe. Listen, we really need this downtime. I mean, look around you. Next time some machine fraks up, it might not just take out a Raptor. This ship, it really is a big bomb waitin’ to go up.
Tyrol: Yeah, look, I understand the risk, but I need to see it working, so pull your guys off and let’s fire it up.
Milo: It ain’t gonna work.
Tyrol: You work here?
Cabott: This is Milo. He’s the best, uh, grease jockey I got.
Tyrol: Milo, huh? Tell me, Milo, so why is it not gonna work? (Nothing.) Is there something you guys aren’t telling me? Come on. …Okay. Guess I’m just gonna have to have a look for myself. Is that pressure relief? Seals are missing.
Milo: They all are.
Tyrol: Without pressure seals, the machinery won’t run. Well, where are they?
Milo: Guess they got lost, huh?
Tyrol: Guys, you can’t be frakkin’ around with this stuff. The Admiral won’t stand for it…
Milo: The Admiral can kiss my ass…
Cabott: — Hey, hey. Come on, Chief. You know what this is about. I guess when working conditions improve, they let Xeno outta jail, we’ll be able to find those seals. Until then, it looks like this ship isn’t gonna be refining another drop of tylium. And that means this Fleet ain’t going anywhere.
(6) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S OFFICE
Tyrol: I’ve executed a search of the ship, but the seals have not turned up.
Adama: You know that this was sabotage. I’m inclined to have them locked up.
Tyrol: Sir, please. They could have rigged something to have me injured, they could have contaminated the fuel on purpose and left all of our ships dead in the air.
Roslin: Good Gods.
Tyrol: All they did do, was buy themselves some time. Look. The machinery does need overhauling, there’s a reason that the quality control is failing. You realize most of the workers on that ship have not had a day off since the original attack on the Colonies? It’s like slave labor.
Adama: Don’t be absurd.
Tyrol: The men and women aboard that ship are stuck there. They can’t leave, they can’t transfer. They have no control over their lives.
Roslin: And the work is hard, we know that. Do they think they’re having a picnic at the algae processing plant, or munitions? Or waste processing? The Fleet is filled with ships with people working under horrific conditions, and nobody’s having a good time.
Tyrol: Well, I think that if we at least release Xeno and start talking to them about improving working conditions and living conditions that the protest will go away, they’ll return the pressure seals, and we’ll get the fuel contamination problem under control.
Roslin: Extortion is not an acceptable method of protest. What are the names of the leaders?
Tyrol: …Just Cabott.
Roslin: I will issue a warrant for his arrest.
Adama: Put him in the brig, have him sweat it out.
Tyrol: Admiral, Madame President, they’re just trying to…
Roslin: — Chief. Huh uh. We’re done.
(7) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL QUARTERS
Tyrol: (unable to sleep) I’m gonna go check on Cabott and Xeno.
(8) INT. GALACTICA – BRIG
(Cabott’s crying and mumbling.)
Marine: Chief.
Fenner: Hey.
Tyrol: Hey.
Fenner: You gotta get him outta here.
Tyrol: What the hell happened to his hands?
Fenner: Wake up in the middle of the night, he’s scratching the walls. Just keeps scratching them, till his fingers are bleeding.
Cabott: …Say it doesn’t matter…
Fenner: He was in Cylon detention on New Caprica, you remember? He came out squirrelly, and this is not helping. Come on, you gotta get him outta here.
Cabott: …It doesn’t matter… I won’t say…
Tyrol: Where are the seals?
Fenner: Oh, you son of a bitch.
Tyrol: Come on.
Fenner: Come on, Galen! You gotta get him outta here!
Tyrol: Cabott!
Cabott: No, I won’t.
Tyrol: Cabott, look at me! Cabott, listen to me, where are the seals?
Cabott: I wouldn’t say. It doesn’t matter.
Tyrol: Cabott, I can get you out of there. Where are the seals? Tell me where the seals are. Where are the seals?
Fenner: Galen, for Gods’ sakes, get him outta there!
Tyrol: Where? Where are the seals? Where are they?!
Cabott: It doesn’t — it doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter!
Fenner: Look at him!
Tyrol: Where are the seals?
Cabott: It doesn’t matter! It doesn’t matter!
Tyrol: Where are they?!
Cabott: It doesn’t matter!
Fenner: The air vent, all right? They’re in the central stern air vent!
Tyrol: Tell the President to release them.
(Fenner paces, Cabott screams.)
(9) INT. DARU MOZU (TYLIUM REFINERY SHIP)
Tyrol: All right, that’s the last one. Let’s fire this up. Get back to work.
Fenner: Yes sir, whatever you say, boss.
Milo: Hey, hey, hey. Can I throw the switch?
Tyrol: …How old are you?
Milo: Twelve. Almost. But I can run every machine we got. only thing I haven’t done is turn the whole thing on.
Tyrol: It’s all yours.
(He pushes the levers we’ll see later.)
(10) INT. GALACTICA – ROSLIN’S OFFICE
Tyrol: There are kids down there, Madame President.
Roslin: There’s children on every ship in the Fleet.
Tyrol: These children work in the refinery. They’re twelve, fifteen years old.
Roslin: There’ve been families aboard the refinery ever since its beginning, and others were picked up after the Cylons attacked the Colonies. Over the past two years, the parents have been teaching the children how to operate the machinery. They have been passing along their skills. It is perfectly normal. It is not ideal, I know that, but there is nothing ideal about this Fleet.
Tyrol: Do you see what’s happening? The jobs are starting to be inherited, Madame President. We don’t know how long we’re gonna be on these ships, what if it’s ten years? So I train my son to be a deckhand because that’s what I am, and that’s all he can ever be? Is that the future we want?
Roslin: …That’s a really good point. Tory, I want you to make a list of everyone in the Fleet who has a work history appropriate to the refinery. Factory workers, mechanics, whatever you think. Give it to the Chief, and I want you to hold a public lottery. And we will take people from other vessels, and we will put them on shifts in the refinery. How’s that, Chief?
Tyrol: Thank you.
Roslin: Thank you.
(11) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: So that’s our allotment for Dogsville. Get these people on these ships before they know where they’re going.
Figurski: Hm. All right, people! Let’s go!
Danny: Excuse me, sir? Hi, um, I don’t really know who I’m supposed to talk to you about this, but I don’t really think I’m what you guys are looking for. I don’t really have the skills.
Tyrol: What’s your name?
Danny: Uh, Danny Noon.
Figurski: Noon? Noon. “Noon, Daniel.” …Says you’re a farmer.
Tyrol: Farmer. Yeah, that’s what we’re looking for, people to work with heavy machinery.
Danny: No, but I don’t, not really. Sir, I worked on a farm for a summer, ’cause I was saving up to go to college — architecture — but then the Cylons attacked, and… Now I’m a farmer? How is that fair? How is that in any way fair?
Tyrol: Just give me a second.
Figurski: We make an exception for this guy, there’s gonna be fifteen more right behind him.
Tyrol: Look at him though. He’s a kid.
Figurski: Well…?
Tyrol: Fine. Put him in the ship. Uh, look… this is just a temporary thing, okay?
Danny: No, wait. Hold on. I am not a farmer.
Tyrol: Yeah. It’s not permanent.
Danny: No, wait. Can you just check my record?
Figurski: Yeah.
Danny: I… No, no. Excuse me, who am I supposed to talk to about this? Who am I supposed to talk to about this? You don’t understand, I’m not a farmer! Hey! Stop it! I’m not a farmer!
(Chief walks away, distressed, finds a copy of Gaius’s book.)
“The Emerging Aristocracy And The Emerging Underclass: I wash my hands of the phony democratic system; I will never let myself be distracted by the placatory crumbs that the Caprica elite led…”
(12) INT. GALACTICA – GAIUS’ CELL
Baltar: What are you doing here?
Tyrol: Your book. Fact or fiction?
Baltar: So you read it? Well, that proves that the President’s an accomplished liar. She told me it hadn’t gone out. So, what do you make of it?
Tyrol: I think that it’s a pile of crap.
Baltar: Obviously, my analysis of a bifurcated society scares you. But everything in my book happens to be true.
Tyrol: Oh, it’s true? It’s true that you’re a farmboy from Aerelon?
Baltar: Yes I am, as a matter of fact. I was born and raised on a dairy outside the town of Cuffle’s Breath Wash, on Aerelon.
Tyrol: Why do I have such a hard time picturing you milking cows and shoveling manure?
Baltar: Lack of imagination?
Tyrol: Or maybe that your little tale is manure.
Baltar: Hmm.
Tyrol: I’ve known people from Aerelon. You don’t sound anything like them.
Baltar: I don’t sound like I’m from Aerelon?
Tyrol: No.
Baltar: Well, you know, I take that as a particular compliment. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always founds the Aerelon dialect to be particularly hard on the ears. Something about the consonants that scrape the back of the throat. Of course, I should know an awful lot about my native tongue — I spent hours on end trying to overcome it. Do you have any idea how hard it is for a ten-year-old boy to change the way he speaks? To unlearn everything he ever learned so that one day, one day there might be the small hope that he might be considered as not comin’ from Aerelon? Maybe — I don’t know — Caprica. Caprican. Oh, to be Caprican. The seat of politics, culture, art, science, learning. And what was Aerelon, just a drab, ugly rock condemned to be the food basket for the Twelve Worlds. And that’s how we were treated: like servants, like laborers, like working class. You know, you’d have fitted right in there, Chief. Lots of men who liked to work with their hands and, uh, grab a pint down the pub, and finish off the evening with a good old-fashioned fight. Oh yes, I left Aerelon after my eighteenth birthday. I turned my back on my family, on my heritage. All of them. ‘Course it doesn’t matter, that. They’re all dead now. So…
Tyrol: You do realize that none of that exists here.
Baltar: Ha! Coming from the mouth of a mechanic.
Tyrol: We’ve kept democracy. We have government, we have rights, we have elections…
Baltar: Well, then you should feel perfectly happy, shouldn’t you? Perfectly at ease. Go home, leave me in peace. After all, that’s what the aristocracy wants. It wants the working class to feel looked after, while they scrabble around for scraps from the master’s table.
(Chief walks away.)
Baltar: There’s a question I ask at the end of my book, I’ll save you the trouble of reading it: Do you honestly believe that the Fleet will ever be commanded by somebody whose last name is not Adama? There it is, Chief. one set of rules for the aristocracy, and one set of rules for the rest of us.
(13) INT. DARU MOZU (TYLIUM REFINERY SHIP)
PA: …Cleanup crew report for duty in the starboard bay… one minute to…
Fenner: We’ve given assignments to all the new workers from the lottery.
Tyrol: Looks like you put ’em right to work.
Fenner: Yeah, yeah, they’re okay. They’re a little skittish, but they’ll catch on. Right up here’s where we had the problem last time. Got all kinds of gear slippage, temperature variations… We didn’t know the dross wasn’t getting burned off.
Tyrol: That’s your bad fuel?
Fenner: Yeah, it’s running now. We’ve got half a dozen other places on the line that could frak us…
(The belt begins to screech and buck.)
Tyrol: What’s that? Whoa! That”s it! Hit the switch!
Fenner: No, no, no, not when it’s jammed. The whole system will seize up. Gotta fix it, otherwise the ore still in the chambers will superheat and set off a reaction that’ll blow us all to hell. Hurry! We gotta get this going!
Tyrol: Right here, this is it.
Fenner: You got it?
Tyrol: Yeah.
Fenner: Get it out of there.
Tyrol: I can’t get my hand around it.
Fenner: Careful! Careful!
Tyrol: Ah! It’s too small. I can’t get under it.
Worker: We got some hot rocks up there! You gotta get this thing started, fast!
Fenner: Give it a yank! Give it a yank!
Tyrol: I just can’t get my hand around it. I can’t get my hand on it!
Danny: I can try. I can try.
Fenner: Get in there.
Danny: I can probably get it.
Tyrol: Come on, Danny.
Fenner: If he clears it the belt’s gonna jump, so you gotta be careful. There he goes.
Workers: There you go! You got it. You got it, attaboy. Careful… Come on, Danny. Get movin’, that’s it. Attaboy, now grab it. Now pull it, pull it towards you. Pull hard, Danny. Pull hard! Pull it hard. There it is.
(He clears it.)
Tyrol: All right! Good work, Danny. Good work!
Fenner: Attaboy, Danny. Get outta there. Come on out. Come on out. Come on out. Come on out.
(Danny‘s arm falls, split open and useless)
Danny: Aah! Aah!
Fenner: Medic! Medic, now!
(Danny still screaming.)
Fenner: Take it easy, buddy. We’ve got you. We’re gonna lay you down. It’s okay, buddy. Great job. We’ll fix you up. You’re gonna be okay.
(Danny screams: Chief and Fenner lock eyes, and head to the end of the factory line.)
Seelix: (tending Danny) I need more gauze, just calm down.
(As the workers stare, Chief pulls down the two levers, stopping the belts. He hops up, standing on a hatch ladder.)
Tyrol: This plant is off-line! We’re on strike.
(The workers cheer.)
(14) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****
(The deckhands are drinking and playing cards; several pilots enter.)
Pollux: No, no, no, no! Action time!
(They laugh as the pilots approach.)
Figurski: Need something, Captain?
Starbuck: Yeah, I frackin’ need something, I need my Viper.
Pollux: Sorry, Captain. Vital missions only. CAP’s already up, we did our job.
Racetrack: What do you mean, vital missions only? on whose orders?
Pollux: Cally relayed the orders from Chief Tyrol. We’re on strike.
(15) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
(Chief is brought down a corridor by Marines, walking past deckhands and proud Cally.)
(16) INT. GALACTICA – BRIG
(Chief stands as Adama approaches.)
Tyrol: Admiral.
Adama: Are you aware that your deck gang is participating in a work stoppage?
Tyrol: It’s called a general strike, sir.
Adama: It’s a mutiny. And do you know what we do with mutineers? We shoot them, Chief.
(17) INT. GALACTICA – BRIG
Tyrol: We’re leaving people behind, Admiral. People are locked into their jobs. They have no control over their lives, they have no say. We’re abandoning them to their fate, it’s like we’ve marooned them on a planet.
Adama: That is not the issue. The men and women on this ship are not allowed to disobey an order, especially in support of some kind of frakking labor dispute.
Tyrol: We launched the CAP. No one has abandoned their post, we’re not putting anyone in danger.
Adama: This is mutiny. And it stops now.
Tyrol: Admiral, all I want is a sit down with the President.
Adama: (on phone) This is the Admiral. Arrest Cally Tyrol. Take her under armed guard directly to the starboard repair bay.
Tyrol: Repair bay? What are you doing?
Adama: I’m gonna put her up against the bulkhead and I’m gonna shoot her. As a mutineer.
Tyrol: Are you out of your frakking mind? Cally was just following my orders.
Adama: She’s a ringleader, so she goes first. And then the rest of your dead gang. Figurski, Seelix, Pollux.
Tyrol: (slamming the bars) You won’t do this. We have a son!
Adama: Understand me. The very survival of this ship may depend on someone getting an order that they don’t want to do, and if they hesitate, if they feel that orders are sometimes optional, then this ship will perish. And so will your son. And the entire human race. I don’t want to do this, Chief, but I will put ten Callys up against the wall to make sure that this ship and this Fleet are not destroyed.
Tyrol: Fine. I’ll call it off.
Adama: (back to phone) This is the Admiral. Do you have Cally in custody? Put her on. (To the Marines) Open the door.
Tyrol: (on phone) You okay?
Cally: Don’t worry about me, I’ve been in the brig before.
Tyrol: Everything’s okay. Call off the strike.
Cally: Did they cave?
Tyrol: …Yeah. Call it off.
Cally: I knew it. Okay, I’ll take care of it. Galen, I’m proud of you.
Tyrol: Give the phone to the Marine.
Adama: (to phone) Release her. (Hangs up) You can go now, Chief… I thought you had something that you wanted to discuss with the President?
(18) INT. COLONIAL ONE
Roslin: Would you like another drink?
Tyrol: Ah, I think I’ve had enough. Madame President, I’ve seen people drafted into service based purely on where they were born.
Roslin: They’ve also been selected based on their skills.
Tyrol: Which is a result of where they were born. Capricans are more likely to be professionals, Aerelons are more likely to be farmers. It’s a fact of life.
Roslin: It’s a fact I can’t change.
Tyrol: True. But I think we can level the playing field. There are a lot of dirty jobs that need to be done every day in this Fleet. Cleaning, hauling, low-level maintenance. Things like that. These are the kind of jobs that I think should be allocated to people who… Well, people like yourself, no offense.
Roslin: None taken. Go ahead.
Tyrol: Let some of the people on Colonial one get their hands dirty for a change.
Roslin: Done. What else?
Tyrol: People that are in dangerous and high-stress jobs need to be rotated out for R&R. And in order to do that, we need a formal training program.
Roslin: We can talk about a training program later, but right now, we need to focus on maintaining the workforce that we have, and this is gonna have to be an area where the union gives ground.
Tyrol: The union?
Roslin: Oh I’m sorry. I thought you were engaged in collective bargaining on behalf of the Colonial Worker’s Alliance. If that’s not the case, then…
Tyrol: Madame President, that union died on New Caprica.
Roslin: Chief, the workers in this Fleet, they need someone to represent them and their interests. And if this society is becoming truly polarized between an entrenched political class and a disenfranchised underclass, we are doomed. We won’t need the Cylons to destroy us, we’ll destroy ourselves. The Fleet that arrives at Earth will not represent Colonial society at all. I am willing to fight for that society until my dying breath. I would love it if you would fight for that society as well.
Tyrol: I will. I will, Madame President, I will.
(19) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: Pollux and Herschel, you are on, uh, fueling … 4372…
Starbuck: Chief Tyrol?
Tyrol: Hey, Captain.
Starbuck: Chief, one of my nuggets failed to show up for basic flight instruction this morning.
Tyrol: I’m sorry to hear that, Captain.
Starbuck: So maybe you can tell me where the hell Diana Seelix is.
Tyrol: Seelix, front and center.
Starbuck: Flight instruction began twenty minutes ago, Seelix. You wanna be a pilot or not?
Seelix: Yes, sir, but I thought that the…
Starbuck: — You will think when I tell you to think, nugget! And you might want to look at the plan of the day, ’cause then maybe you’ll know where you’re supposed to be, and you might actually get there on time… And you’re out of uniform to boot.
Tyrol: Oh, I’m sorry, Captain. I think I can handle that.
Starbuck: Thank you, Chief.
Tyrol: (handing Kara his equipment) Hold this. (Holding up an ensign’s pin) You have to be an officer to fly Vipers, you know that. Detail! And salute!
(They all salute her.)
Seelix: Thank you, Chief. Thank you.
Tyrol: Congratulations, Ensign.
Starbuck: All right, this all very touching, but you were supposed to be in Ready Room Four twenty minutes ago, Ensign, which means that you are falling behind on your first day. So move it! Don’t look at him, move it! Move it!
Tyrol: Be nice.
Starbuck: Heh.
(Seelix jogs out of the bay proudly as the other deckhands smile.)
Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers
TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 3×17: Maelstrom (March 4, 2007)
Hangar Bay
Starbuck: Where did I take the hits, Chief?
Tyrol: I’m afraid nowhere, Captain.
Starbuck: What? I felt the impact. Damn Viper felt like I hit a brick wall.
Tyrol: Well, we’ll keep checking, but so far, not a scratch.
[Kara checks for the damage; can’t find it]
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Bonus Scene
[Kara finds a leak and some fluid under her Viper]
Tyrol: Something wrong, Captain? Captain?
Starbuck: What the frak is this, Chief?
Tyrol: Just a little hydraulic fluid, nothing to worry about.
Starbuck: No? While you’re in the Tool Room sucking back moonshine, I’ll be up in this bird. If that gear buckles when I trap, I’ll be splattered like fracking roadkill.
[Pilots and deck hands staring]
Tyrol: All of these ships leak hydraulic fluid. The seals are old, we don’t have enough to replace them…
[Apollo enters, Figurski fills him in]
Starbuck: Chief, I’m not interested in lazy-ass excuses, I want the seals replaced!
Apollo: Hey, Kara. Hey! Come on.
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Hangar Bay
Tyrol: Harness assembly?
Starbuck: Lap and shoulder retaining pins installed. Traction reel correct, disconnect block lock and indicator yellow flag visible.
[She sees the little girl in the cockpit. Her nose is bleeding]
Tyrol: You all right, Captain?
Starbuck: Uh… Give m me a minute here, Chief.
[Chief leaves, Kara and the girl look at each other]
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Hangar Bay
Tyrol: She’s just sitting there.
Apollo: Well, did you talk to her?
Tyrol: You talk to her.
[He approaches and sits silently]
Starbuck: Feeling sorry for me?
Apollo: Kara, everyone gets rattled. Even the best.
Starbuck: I’m not going back out there. I don’t trust myself.
Apollo: Hmm. So trust me. I’ll fly your wing.
Starbuck: The CAG flying my number two?
Apollo: (lovingly) Whatever it takes.
[They are silent]
Starbuck: (looking away) How are things with you and Dee?
Apollo: Uh, you know, good. No, better than good. Best they’ve ever been.
Starbuck: I’m happy for you. Really. It’s funny though, after all we’ve been through, we are right back where we started. You’re a CAG, and I am your hotshot problem pilot. I guess that’s all we’ll ever be now, huh? Hmm.
TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 3×18: The Son Also Rises (March 11, 2007)
Hangar Deck
Kelly: Sorry, sir, you know your status. You’re to remain shipside. Those are the Admiral’s orders.
Lampkin: Father factor.
Apollo: Come on, Kelly. Give me a break, I’m along for the ride.
Kelly: Don’t do this to me, all right? I’m in enough dung already.
[Lee steps around him and onto the wing of Athena’s Raptor, boarding]
Apollo: (in the cockpit) All right.
Tyrol: All right, let’s get the bird a tow!
[The cat escapes the cabin and runs out onto the deck]
Tyrol: Ho, hold … Hold up, open the door, open the door! What the frak was that thing? Did you see that? What? What the… I think it was a cat!
Lampkin: That’s my cat!
Tyrol: There’s a frakkin’ cat in there! Who the hell let a cat in here? He’s on the other side, push him over here. There it is! It’s over there! It’s over there! There it is! Kitty, kitty, kitty! No, no, come here! Come here, here, come here… Bomb. Bomb! Everybody out!
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Tool Room
Tyrol: Frakker meant business this time. That thing had gone off, we’d be picking up Raptor and people parts with tweezers.
Kelly: Every day I wave jocks out there. A lot of them are my friends. People I care for and love. It’s hard enough watching them die in battle, but rickshawing Baltar’s frakkin’ attorney around? Frak that.
Cally: I believe that the Cylons want us to destroy ourselves and this is how they’re doing it.
[Athena gives a look]
Cally: By planting bombs, making suspicious of each other. You know what’s funny? By the time the Cylons catch up with us they won’t even have to attack. They’ll just clean up the mess we made. I think they’re here.
Athena: I think you’re wrong.
Cally: Okay, all I know is I kissed Nicky this morning and it could’ve been the last time.
Tyrol: Cally, that’s enough.
Cally: What, I kissed you too! Some of us don’t get a second chance. Or a third.
[Athena leaves]
Tyrol: I’m going to the Admiral.
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Battlestar Galactica: Transcripts: S03E18: The Son Also Rises
TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 3×19: Crossroads (Part 1) (March 18, 2007)
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Cassidy is being broadcast throughout the Fleet: the Hangar Bay and tylium refinery, among others, are shown]
Cassidy: The citizens of the Twelve Colonies entrusted their fates and the lives to Gaius Baltar. What we received was a reign of terror that staggers our minds and breaks our hearts. Instead of governance, we got tyranny. Instead of justice, we got oppression. Instead of a president, we got a murderer. Today, humanity holds him accountable for his crime. Gaius Baltar is not a victim. Gaius Baltar chose to side with the Cylons and to actively seek the deaths of his fellow citizens. For that… he must pay the ultimate price.
TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 3×20: Crossroads (Part 2) (March 25, 2007)
INT. GALACTICA – TYROL QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief hums the mysterious song, and wakes up to the radio buzz in his ear; hears the song playing distantly. He leaves Cally in their bed and takes off into the ship]
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INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief walks through the ship]
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INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY (more like the guts of the Galactica)
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief puts his head against the metal at the end of a passageway, listening to the song]
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INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
TV: “Yesterday marked a surprising turn of events in the trial of Dr. Gaius Baltar, when Colonel Tigh admitted…”
Racetrack: Before any of you nuggets can even think about flying one of my Raptors, you have to know systems. Electronics, avionics, navigation, engine controls [Anders hears the buzzing] dradis configuration and calibration, basic FTL functions, [Anders hears the Chief humming the song] autopilot gearing and propulsion systems… The best way to learn that is on a Raptor. And that means getting your hands dirty. [Anders approaches Chief] Move it. Come on. Come on, come on.
Anders: Chief.
Tyrol: (continues to hum) Hey, Sam.
Anders: That song you’re humming. What is that?
Tyrol: Oh… You know what, I don’t even know. It’s just something I can’t get out of my head. Some… Some way out of here…
Anders: I’ve been hearing that. Everywhere. on a boom box, you know, in the bar?
Tyrol: (ushering him away) Come here. You hear that song?
Anders: Yeah. It’s freaking me out. I hear it everywhere, I mean, but I can’t… but I can’t really hear it, you know what I mean?
Tyrol: Yeah, it’s like you can grab just a part of the melody and then it goes away. Like it’s something from…
Both: Childhood.
Anders: Exactly.
Racetrack: Yo, Anders! Do you need a frakking invitation? Move it!
Anders: All right. No reason to get excited.
[Chief half-recognizes this line from the song]
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(Trial)
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****
Franks: Is the defense prepared to present their case?
Romo: Your Honors at this time, if it please the court… I would like to offer a motion. The defense would like to move for a mistrial.
Baltar: No, we do not want a mistrial! I do not want a mistrial!
Franks: Gaius Baltar!
*** MUCH LONGER SCENE ***
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[Galactica Deck]
Tyrol: Come on. Let’s get the power back up. Move it around, you know what to do.
[Chief hears the song, watches Cally and Racetrack working]
Tyrol: “Must be some kinda way out of here…”
[Corridor; Tigh’s head against the wall]
Tigh: “…Said the joker to the thief…”
[Anders, with a headache in the pilots’ racks]
Anders: “…There’s too much confusion here…”
[Tory, sick in a toilet]
Tory: “…I can’t get no relief.”
[All four of them walk toward an equipment room as the song gets louder and louder. Chief enters to find Anders already there, then Tory enters after him]
Tory: This isn’t happening. Please tell me this isn’t happening.
Tyrol: So that’s it. After all this time. A switch goes off, just like that.
Tigh: (entering) Whoa. No way.
Anders: I don’t believe this. I’m not buying this. This is a… This is a trick. Come on! We’re not…
Tory: (humming) What is that… song that I…
[They all start humming the song]
Tigh: (interrupting) — All right, that’s enough, Godsdammit! Deadbolt that frakkin’ door! [He locks it himself] Forty years in the service. Forty years. Two wars. Combat. Locked in that dungeon on New Caprica. Ellen. My Gods. What about Ellen?
Anders: No, no, no. Not after all this. Not after the Resistance, and the Occupation… After watching my friends die one after another? For frakking this?
Tory: Sam…
Anders: — You stay the hell away from me. You all just stay the frak away from me.
Tyrol: Sam, it’s true. We’re Cylons. And we have been from the start.
——————————-
(Equipment Room)
Gaeta: (on radio) “…I repeat, action stations, action stations. Set Condition one throughout the ship. This is not a drill…”
Tory: Gods. What are we gonna do?
Tigh: The ship is under attack. We do our jobs. Report to your stations!
Tyrol: Report to stations?
Tigh: My name is Saul Tigh. I am an officer in the Colonial Fleet. Whatever else I am, whatever else it means, that’s the man I want to be. And if I die today, that’s the man I’ll be.
[He leaves; they follow. Anders and Chief go to the Deck, Tory and Tigh head for CIC]
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(Galactica Deck)
Racetrack: I can’t do my job until I have my Raptor.
Cally: Well, get in!
[Chief walks into Hangar Deck]
Cally: Where the hell have you been?!
Tyrol: I’ll tell you later. Get that bird in the tube! Get those steps off, get those steps off, come on!
Cally: Come on, everybody, we’re under attack! Let’s go, let’s go! Get her in the Viper, hurry!
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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×01: He That Believeth In Me (April 4, 2008)
(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: …Ready, let’s go. Get that bird in the tube. Get that solo bird in the tube. Where the frak are these nuggets? Come on, Mama’s not gonna save you today! Let’s go! You wanna fly or not?
Seelix: (to Anders) Come on, ready or not, let’s go.
Anders: (approaching Chief) Hey. Hey, this is crazy. What if I get up there and another switch flips in my head and turns me against my own?
Tyrol: What the frak is wrong with you? Shut the frak up. It’s like the Colonel said, okay? Just think of that. Be the man you want to be. ‘Til the day you die.
Anders: That’s all easier said than done, because I don’t know what the frak I am right now.
Tyrol: You’re Samuel T. Anders. That’s all you gotta remember. Samuel T. Anders. Now get the frak in your ship.
Athena: (walking up) Who else would he be? Hey, rook, stay cool out there, all right?
Anders: Yeah.
Athena: You’ll lock in and do what you’ve been trained to do.
Anders: Guess it’s just like suiting up for a championship game, right?
Athena: Yeah, that’s right. Good hunting.
Anders: Well, if she didn’t notice anything, maybe the other Cylons won’t either.
Tyrol: Yeah, well, don’t wait to find out. Shoot first. Get the frak in there, go kill something. Let’s go! Let’s load these birds! Anders, get the frak in your Viper!
Anders: Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah!
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Starbuck: (getting out of her Viper) Chief, I’m gonna need you to develop my gun camera footage ASAP. I’ve got a hell of a set of vacation pictures.
[She approaches him; nobody moves or speaks]
Starbuck: I’ll need my post-flight checklist. I want to sign out so I can get in the showers.
Tyrol: I don’t have one for you.
[Helo, Racetrack and Athena stare]
Starbuck: What’s up?
[People whispering. Helo, Racetrack and Athena continue to stare
Starbuck: (chuckles)
[Apollo runs up and grabs her tightly]
Starbuck: Okay. Okay, me too. It’s okay, it’s okay.
[Adama watches with Tigh from Hangar Balcony]
Tigh: Do you believe in miracles?
Adama: No.
[Anders runs up to her and hugs her too; Apollo steps out of his way]
Anders: I told everyone that you were too frakkin’ mean to kill!
Starbuck: Okay, I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m okay. (She does a double take) What the hell are you doing in a jock smock?
Anders: I just finished Viper transition a week ago, and I started ACM…
Starbuck: (confused) How the…
[Anders smiles and touches her face]
Adama: (from above) Starbuck!
Starbuck: (grinning up) I did it, Boss. I found Earth!
[She chuckles, and Anders smiles behind her]
Adama: Everybody move back.
Marines: (cocking their guns) Detail post. Move in. Step away!
Adama: I need you in Sickbay. Cottle’s gonna give you a complete physical examination.
Starbuck: Okay, what the hell’s going on? I’m off the ship for a few hours and everybody’s acting…
Anders: — A few hours? Kara, you were gone for over two months.
Starbuck: (getting angry) That’s impossible. My ship’s clock reads six hours and change.
Apollo: (softer) Then your clock’s wrong, Kara. Sam’s telling you the truth. We thought you were dead.
Starbuck: What?
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
[Investigating Starbuck’s Viper, which looks brand new]
Tyrol: (to Adama) I had my crew clean it up. There’s not a ding or a scratch on it. It’s got the same tail number as the one she flew out on. But I’ve been fixing up that old bird since day one, and this thing looks like it’s been rolled off the showroom floor.
Roslin: So it’s not the same ship.
Tyrol: Unless she found a hell of a body shop out there, no, ma’am, it’s not.
[Tory and Tigh stare]
Tyrol: Admiral, it’s just not the outside either. This is the data from the nav computer… There isn’t any. It’s blank. There’s no record of where this ship has been.
Roslin: Okay. Put her in the brig.
Apollo: What? So some things don’t add up, and we’re back to thinking she’s a Cylon? What about Cottle’s test?
Tigh: Cottle’s test doesn’t prove anything.
Tory: Even if her DNA’s the same, she could still be a Cylon.
Roslin: She could’ve been one from the beginning.
Tigh: Baltar’s Cylon detector was a crock. It failed to ID Boomer.
Roslin: I know how you feel about her, Bill, but that is exactly what the Cylons could be counting on here.
Adama: We’re back where we started from. There could be Cylons right here, and we wouldn’t know it till they put a bullet in our heads.
[Tyrol, Tory and Tigh stare guiltily]
Roslin: Or lead us into an ambush. That Cylon Fleet had enough firepower to blow us out of the sky, but instead they ran and jumped. And there’s Kara Thrace, suddenly back from the dead, having found Earth. If Kara Thrace can lead us off our course…
Apollo: Course? What course? The nebula was supposed to be another clue on the way to Earth, but it…
Roslin: The Nebula is only a road sign along the way to Earth. And we need to continue to follow its path.
Apollo: Well, what if Kara is the clue that we were supposed to find?
Roslin: And what if she’s playing you? (She turns to Adama) And what if she’s playing you? And all of us?
[Tigh and Chief lock eyes; act out on poor Adama]
(4) INT. GALACTICA – TIGH’S QUARTERS
Tigh: Anybody still hearing that frakkin’ song?
Tory: Nope.
Tyrol: Maybe it stopped when we figured out who… What we are.
Tory: Could have been some kind of trigger? To switch us on?
Anders: You know, after that Raider scanned me with that red light, damn thing just cut and ran.
Tigh: They all did.
Tyrol: You think it recognized you as a Cylon?
Anders: I don’t know. Maybe that’s why it didn’t shoot me. More important, why didn’t I shoot him?
Tigh: Racetrack was right. You just made a dumb nugget mistake.
Anders: Did I? Maybe I was programmed to leave my gun safeties on.
Tigh: No, those bastards can’t program me to help them. No way.
Tyrol: Boomer thought the same thing. And then she shot the old man.
Tigh: Boomer didn’t know what she was. We do. That is not gonna happen.
[Tigh pulls a gun out of his locker, cocks it, and sets it on the table next to the liquor bottle they’re all drinking from]
Tigh: Agreed?
[They nod, sadly, one by one]
Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers
TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×02: Six Of One (April 11, 2008)
(1) INT. GALACTICA – TIGH’S QUARTERS
[Chief comes in]
Tigh: You’re late.
Tyrol: I had to wait for Cally to nod off, okay? She’s having trouble sleeping.
Anders: Did you see Kara?
Tigh: I saw her. She’s crazy as a latrine rat. If anything, she’s more like Starbuck than ever.
Anders: She’s my wife.
Tigh: And the President nearly put a bullet in her skull because she suspected her of being a Cylon. You are one! We bring attention to ourselves, we’re frakked! If Starbuck is one of us, she’s playing it big the other way.
Tory: (sadly) The four of us heard the music and sought each other out. She hasn’t. We’re still missing one.
Tyrol: Baltar. Not Baltar, but when I found him in the temple on the algae planet, he was with one of those skin jobs, the one they call D’Anna. She saw something in there. I don’t know what it is. But they talked. He might know something. He’s got those one-God nut cases believing he’s some kind of healer, he brought some boy out from a coma.
Tigh: Maybe he knows who the fifth is.
Tory: Yeah, maybe he knows who we are.
Tigh: Then we gotta get in close and find out.
Tyrol: (chuckling) How do you propose we do that? Take him out for drinks?
Tigh: Well, he is accomplished at two things. Lying in his cell, and lying in a woman. He’d poke a skin job. He racked up a Six, that’s a given…
Tory: — There is no way.
Tigh: You don’t have to get on your back for him, but…
Tory: Oh gee. Thanks.
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Send off for Apollo. Chief in the background on right. Wearing Green BDU]
Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers
TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×03: The Ties That Bind (April 18, 2008)
(1) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
[Cally numbly remembers her latest fight with the Chief]
Cally: They can’t possibly need you every single hour of every single day. Can’t you just tell someone to fill in for you?
Tyrol: Who? Who, Cally? Who’s gonna fill in for me?
Cally: I don’t know! Anyone can frakkin’ turn a wrench down there. There’s not…
Tyrol: I’m the Chief of the frak… I’ve had enough of this. Enough of this!
[Cally cries and, later, plays with Nicky on the bed]
Cally: (to Nicky) Yes! Yes!
[Cally calls the Hangar Bay]
Cally: It’s me again. No, I know, I’m sorry. No, can you please just check?
[Cally goes through Chief’s things and searches the room, finally finding a napkin for Joe’s Bar]
(2) INT. GALACTICA – JOE’S BAR
[Chief sits with Tory at a table, sharing a drink]
Tyrol: I used to know who I was. Galen Tyrol. Crew chief, husband, father. I look in the mirror nowadays, I don’t even know what I am.
Tory: Are you and Cally getting along?
[Cally carries Nicky through the ship toward the bar]
Tory: You know, I never really liked ambrosia before. But now. It’s like I’m being flooded with new sensations and new feelings. Maybe you are too.
[As Tory comforts Chief, Cally watches from behind a bulkhead]
Tory: In some ways, I don’t hate this. Feeling new. Feeling open to things. To change…
Tyrol: (firmly) I don’t do well with change.
Cally: (finally charging them) Galen, you son of a…
[Cally vomits on the floor]
Tyrol: Cally! Cally, come here, come here. Just give her some room.
Cally: Let go of me! Let go!
Tyrol: Just listen to me for a second. Where are you going? Cally. Cally, listen to me.
[Chief watches Cally run away; Tory continues nursing her drink]
(3) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
Tyrol: Cally, I told you last night and I’m telling you again right now. I am not having an affair. I went out for a drink. I ran into Tory. We started talking. Look, I know how it looks, but it’s completely innocent. There’s nothing to it.
Cally: (ignoring him) You’re gonna have to drop Nicky off. I have a doctor’s appointment. And can you tell them not to feed him any of that algae mash? I think he’s allergic.
[Chief slams the table, tears in his eyes. Nicky starts to cry]
Cally: (leaving) Just remember about the algae.
Tyrol: (calming Nicky) No, I’m sorry. Daddy’s sorry, Daddy’s sorry. Come here. Hey, come here. Come on, Daddy’s sorry.
(4) INT. GALACTICA – SICK BAY
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****
Cally: What if you gave me a sedative and I just slept here?
Cottle: Oh, sure. We’ll just turn my sickbay in an opium den so you can have a little snooze.
[He pulls an empty bottle of pills out of her pocket]
Cally: Feels like I haven’t had a night’s sleep since we reached that frakkin’ Nebula.
Cottle: How are things on the home front?
Cally: You mean other than catching my husband with another woman and having him tell me I’m imagining things?
Cottle: Well, the man doesn’t know what he’s got at home. Should have his head examined. As a matter of fact, why don’t you bring him in? I’ll take a look.
Cally: See, that’s what I like about you, Doc. You just pretend to be a bastard.
Cottle: Well, while you’re in the mood for tough love, maybe you are imagining things. You know, fatigue and antidepressants can make a hell of a paranoia cocktail.
Cally: I felt like I needed to take something to keep from going completely crazy.
Cottle: (lighting a cigarette) You’re not crazy.
Cally: What would you call someone who all but proposes to a man after he breaks her jaw?
Cottle: That the last time he laid hands on you?
[She nods, and takes a drag from his cigarette]
Cally: (nods) You want to hear something really sick? Sometimes I wish he would. Lay hands on me. At least then I’d… I’d know he had some feelings about me.
Cottle: Listen, just get some sleep and clear your head.
Cally: Will do, Doc. Thank you.
(5) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Cally looks all through her quarters, remember her relationship with Chief, her pregnancy, New Caprica. She imagines seeing Galen kissing Tory in Joe’s Bar. She counts the pills in one bottle, kisses the baby and goes to shut the hatch door. Stuck in its hinge, there’s a note. ‘Weapons Locker 1701D. 1330 HRS.’]
(6) INT. GALACTICA – WEAPONS LOCKER 1701D
[Cally watches Tigh and Chief meet Tory and enter together. Cally opens a machine panel and climbs through the bulkheads, pulling down a panel outside the locker]
Tigh: Now I’ve heard everything. Cylon nymphomaniac.
Tory: Don’t worry, Colonel. You’re not my type.
Tigh: And one more thing, from now on we only meet in private. After that scene you two pulled in Joe’s Bar the other night we can’t risk any more attention.
Tyrol: Fine, great. We done? Can we go?
Tigh: Why are you so antsy?
Tyrol: I told Cally I’d check on her.
Tigh: Well, didn’t you do that when you got my note?
Tyrol: I didn’t get a note. What note?
Tigh: The note I left in the drop in your quarters about this meeting.
Tyrol: Tory found me. Did you… Oh, frak me. If Cally finds the note then…
Tigh: Well, you better hope she doesn’t. And you better put an end to this affair business. Whatever it takes to stop her from nosing around. Last thing we need is for your Cylon-hating wife to find out there’s a bunch of skinjobs running around this ship and that her husband is one of them.
[Cally imagines making love to Galen, imagines him cutting into his hand and licking the blood off. There’s a shot of Boomer’s blood from when Cally shot her. She drops the panel down into the ship and everybody freezes; she vanishes back into the walls]
Tigh: I’m tired of looking at your sorry faces.
[Cally runs off down the corridor without replacing the wall panel; only Tory notices]
(7) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
[Cally enters, shoves the note back where it went, and begins to freak out]
Cally: No, no, no, no. Frak! Frak!
[She hears the hatch open behind her and tries to compose herself, not turning around]
Tyrol: (softly) Hey. How you doing?
Cally: Fine.
Tyrol: You feeling okay?
Cally: Yeah, I’m fine.
Tyrol: You sure?
Cally: Yeah, actually, I am. Thought I was coming down with something, so I slept in.
Tyrol: Did you go see Cottle?
Cally: No, I’m feeling better.
Tyrol: Good. Look, I know it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I know what you’re thinking. It’s not true.
Cally: (terrified) It isn’t?
[As he speaks, she remembers their life together]
Tyrol: No. I’m not having an affair. I figured it out. I know what’s important. You’re important. Nicky’s important. We’re important. Us. That’s really what it’s all about, isn’t it? Family, a future. Building that future together. I promise you from now on I will be here for us. The three of us. Maybe the four of us. You know, maybe someday we, we’ll have another baby. What do you think? Another baby? A brother, a sister for little Nick? What do you think, buddy? Hey? Would you like a little brother or sister?
[Cally beats him mercilessly with a large wrench, grabs a launch key from his pocket and the baby, and leaves him for dead. Cally ignores everybody as she walks through the corridors, holding onto the baby. She crosses the Hangar Bay and enters a launch tube airlock]
(8) INT. GALACTICA – LAUNCH TUBE
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****
[Cally stares out a porthole, into space, and then activates the lock panel with Nicky in her arms]
Tory: (appearing) Cally.
Cally: Stay the frak away from me! I know what you are. I know what all of you are.
Tory: How could you? We don’t even know what we are.
Cally: I heard you. You’re Cylons! A bunch of frakkin’ skinjobs.
Tory: (sighing) I wish it were that simple.
Cally: I told you to stay away from me. (she turns the key, closing the airlock behind Tory) Guess you better hope there’s a spare body waiting for you.
Tory: (holding her arms wide) You want to kill me? Go ahead. Don’t do this to yourself or to your child. To Nicky.
Cally: Get the frak away! You’re not getting your hands on my son! Not you, not Galen! He frakkin’ used me!
Tory: He didn’t know. None of us did. We didn’t find out until we entered that Nebula.
Cally: Oh, shut the frak up, traitor! Frak!
Tory: All we know is that we’re Cylons. But in every other way, we’re still the same people.
Cally: You’re frakkin’ machines!
Tory: (looking at her hands) I don’t know. But I do know that we’re not evil. We’re not inhuman. And we’re just as scared and confused as you are.
Cally: (as Tory comes closer) I can’t live like this! It’s a frakkin’ nightmare.
Tory: (nearly weeping) You don’t want to do this, Cally. He’s your son.
Cally: (falling to her knees) What have I done? I’m so sorry. Oh, Gods.
[Tory touches her shoulder as she comforts Nicky]
Cally: Nicky. It’s okay. Nicky. It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.
Tory: Let’s just get out of here.
Cally: It’s okay.
Tory: We’ll work this out together.
Cally: It’s okay. It’s okay.
Tory: Okay.? Here, let me take him.
[Cally stands and Tory takes Nicky. Cally weeps, and Tory knocks her across the tube. When she comes to, she notices first that Nicky is gone, then that the launch key is gone from the panel, and that she’s locked in. She looks up and Tory is holding Nicky on the other side of the glass. Tory soothes the baby, and turns the key. She meets Cally’s eyes for a moment, and then looks away and pushes the button. Cally is pulled out into space]
(9) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[The Chief is sitting in his quarters with blood still on his face. Adama tells him that Cally is dead]
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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×04: Escape Velocity (April 25, 2008)
PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR GALACTICA…
Tyrol: Let’s say Cally does find out. What do we do then?
Tigh: The last thing we need is for your Cylon-hating wife to find out there’s a bunch of skinjobs running around this ship. And that her husband is one of them.
(1) INT. GALACTICA – TEMPLE
Tyrol: I couldn’t keep you safe from harm, my love, but I kept you in my heart. You were the breath in my lungs, the blood in my veins, the light in my eye, and now that breath is gone. That blood and the light are gone. Now I am left, a voice. And the Lords of Kobol, as many and as varied as mortal men, must bend down and lean low to hear that voice and hear my lament.
Priestess: With all our thoughts and love, Callandra Henderson Tyrol, we send your spirit into the universe. So say we all.
All: So say we all.
Roslin: (leaning on Adama’s shoulder) I liked that service.
Adama: It’s not for me, I’ll tell you that.
Roslin: I know, but I want you to know what I like.
[Later]
Adama: Chief. It was lovely.
Tyrol: Thank you.
Tory: (to Laura) Why do they have to do these things at dawn?
Roslin: It’s all right. They do because they have to. (To Tyrol) I’m sorry. Let me know if you need anything.
Tyrol: Thank you.
[Tyrol suddenly grabs Tory’s hands and won’t let go; with his other he grabs Tigh’s arm. They stare at him]
Tigh: Oh. Sorry about your loss.
Tory: Sorry, Chief.
Tigh: (leaving) What the frak was that?
Tory: Get us all killed…
Apollo: Chief? I’m… I’m so sorry.
[Tyrol doesn’t seem to notice him]
(2) INT. GALACTICA – TIGH’S QUARTERS
[Nicky cries, Tyrol is out of it, Tigh and Tory enter]
Tory: What was that at the service this morning?
Tigh: Why don’t you get on the wireless and tell the Fleet about us?
[Nicky continues crying]
Tigh: Are you gonna deal with that kid?
Tyrol: Probably needs to be changed.
Tigh: (heading off to change him) All right.
Tory: You think Cally killed herself because of you, don’t you?
Tyrol: She thought we were having an affair.
Tory: But we weren’t.
Tyrol: I don’t even know what I am anymore. I don’t know which of my memories are real. I don’t know that I’ve had one action in my life that isn’t programmed.
Tory: (kneeling) Galen, you’re perfect. You don’t need guilt. We were made to be perfect.
Tigh: What is that? More of Baltar’s crap?
[Tory stands up again]
Tyrol: So… You just live without guilt?
Tory: Just … shut it down.
Tyrol: No, that wasn’t the deal. Colonel, you said it yourself. “Be the man you want to be till the day you die.” We’re still the same people, aren’t we?
Tigh: Of course we are. (To Tory) You shut up.
Tory: That is not the same as human. Like, we’re stronger. Right?
Tigh: Chief, what you’re feeling is what a man feels when this happens. It’s normal, and it’s human. And it’s not gonna end anytime soon. It’ll be there every day. You’ll see her every day. You’ll see her…
[Chief looks at Tigh, worried, and Tigh snaps out of it, looking from one to the other]
Tigh: Be a man, Chief. Feel what you gotta feel. But don’t risk us. Come on, Tory.
Tory: Just think about it. Think about what we are. What we can do.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Tyrol: (working on a Raptor) Frak!
Figurski: Finishing up, Chief?
Tyrol: Yeah, just got one more relay.
TYROL’S QUARTERS [Flashback]
Tyrol: (his head on Cally’s stomach) “I think it’s a boy.”
HANGAR DECK [Flashback]
Cally: “Here you go, Chief.”
Tyrol: “Nice to be small, huh?”
HANGAR DECK [Flashback]
Tyrol: (screaming and beating Cally in his nightmare) “Die!”
HANGAR DECK [Present Day]
Racetrack: Chief, we ready to go? I gotta get out of here.
Tyrol: (spaced out and trading in the wrong capacitor) Yeah. Go ahead.
(4) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
[Inspecting Raptor 289]
Figurski: Those capacitors are still hot. Watch yourself, Chief. Take my glove.
Tyrol: (realizing he switched the capacitors) Frak me. My fault, didn’t get swapped out.
Skulls: Yeah, we could have died. …Was that in your pocket?
Racetrack: We don’t have to do this.
Skulls: (comforting) You’re right. No, we’re okay. It’s okay.
Tyrol: Is it? Skulls, is it?
Racetrack: Galen.
Tyrol: I don’t need to be patted on the head. You can tell me I frakked up.
Racetrack: Nobody got hurt, okay? Forget it. You’re only human.
Tyrol: No! Don’t say that! Tell me I frakked up! Say it! (Racetrack leaves.) Tell me I frakked up! Any one of you. Cowards!
Figurski: Chief, I can handle this. Why don’t you take a little down time?
Tyrol: Get out of the Raptor, Figurski.
(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief soldering parts behind a mask]
Figurski: Working late or up early, Chief?
[Chief ignores him, then drops all his equipment and wanders off]
(6) INT. GALACTICA – JOE’S BAR
[Chief drinks; Adama comes in and sits down a stool away]
Adama: (nodding to the bartender) Hey, Chief. We all miss her, Chief. I understand if you need some time off. Or even if you might need more shifts to keep yourself busy. No one knows how they’re going to react to loss like this, or what they’re gonna need.
Tyrol: (without looking) I don’t need special treatment.
Adama: (in Chief’s projection) “I guess she just couldn’t take it, huh? Being married to a Cylon? Being the mother of a half-breed abomination?”
[Chief stares, terrified, as Adama takes a drink]
Bartender: (putting down a drink for Adama) Here you go sir.
Adama: (To bartender) Thank you. (To Tyrol) She was a good woman.
Tyrol: If you really believed that, you wouldn’t have threatened to stick her up against a bulkhead and shoot her. (Adama surprised by that) It’s okay, though. I thought about doing it many times myself. Believe me.
Adama: Chief, it’s…
Tyrol: How many of us ended up with the people we really wanted to be with? Got stuck with the best of limited options? And why? Because the ones we really wanted, really loved, were dead, dying, turned out to be Cylons and they didn’t know it. If Boomer had… If I had known…
Adama: Listen. Listen, let’s…
Tyrol: No.
Adama: Let’s go. Come on.
Tyrol: No, no. I didn’t know.
Adama: Let’s go home.
Tyrol: (beginning to shout) I didn’t know. So I buried my head in the sand and I took it and I settled! I settled for that shriek, those dull vacant eyes, the boiled cabbage stench of her. And why? Because this is my life! This is the life I picked! And it’s fine, but you know what? It’s not! I didn’t pick this life! This is not my frakkin’ life!
Adama: What the hell’s gotten into you? Don’t do this. Don’t do this to her memory.
Tyrol: Know what? I’m sorry if I’m not gonna do this the way you want me to, or the way you might. But I will not make an angel out of someone who wasn’t an angel. But I can see you have. (Adama breaking down). And now you’ve come down here to be in my club, but you’re not in my club. You don’t know what frakkin’ club I’m in ’cause you never asked the right questions.
Adama: Chief, let’s get out of here.
Tyrol: No. Why don’t you go? Take care of your precious ship.
Adama: Stop it. Stop all of this. ‘Cause if you don’t, I’m going to have to act on it. Now shut up.
Tyrol: (even louder) Great! Do it! Please! For the love of Gods, please demote me. Get me off your frakkin’ ship!
Adama: (shaking) Specialist Tyrol, I want you off my hangar deck before you endanger another Pilot. You’re to report to Petty Officer Bassom tomorrow morning at 0600 for reassignment. Do you understand?
[Adama leaves; Tyrol sits. The sitar line from “Watchtower” plays]
(7) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Chief stares at Nicky. He’s listening to Baltar on the radio]
Baltar: “Love your faults. Embrace them. If God embraces them, then how can they be faults?”
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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×05: The Road Less Traveled (May 2, 2008)
PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR GALACTICA…
Tory: You think Cally killed herself because of you, don’t you?
Tyrol: She thought we were having an affair.
Tory: …We weren’t.
Tyrol: No, that’s right. I’m not a cheater. I’m a Cylon.
(1) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol jumps rope; his hair is shaved]
Baltar: (on wireless) “Now on my own journey I’ve been wronged, persecuted. I prayed to the Gods on my knees, begging them for mercy. Tortured. I received nothing in resp…”
[Tyrol turns off the wireless; Nicky begins crying and he turns it on again, calming him]
Baltar: (on wireless) “…I could’ve lived in that abyss of bitterness, but that will destroy you like nothing else. But I chose to forgive. And most importantly, I began with myself.”
(2) INT. GALACTICA – LAUNCH TUBE
[Tory joins Tyrol in the launch tube]
Tory: It may never make any sense. Hangar deck crew tells me you’ve been obsessing over this place. Going over the logs. Replaying the accident again and again.
Tyrol: “Accident.”
Tory: What is it?
Tyrol: I spoke to Cottle. Cally was on moxopan and cosapine. Antidepressants. How does she go from antidepressants to suicide?
Tory: Well, she was… emotionally disturbed.
Tyrol: She would’ve left me. She never would’ve left Nicky behind.
Tory: So… what do you think then? Someone killed her? Galen, you have to let it go.
Tyrol: No, I gotta figure out what happened.
Tory: What if she knew?
Tyrol: How would she have known?
Tory: (righteous) Maybe she sensed it. I mean, she was your wife. You’ve been … different since the Nebula. Maybe she was afraid of you. Maybe it was God’s will. We don’t know why these things happen, but God does. And he has plan for us. For whatever reason, her death, our awakening… You gotta trust that it’s all for the best.
Tyrol: Why are you here?
Tory: Because we are in this together. And I am here for you, Galen. I know exactly where you are right now. I have been there. Until Gaius helped me realize that what… Whatever has gone before, whatever I have done, it doesn’t matter. We can still change.
Tyrol: You spend way too much time with Baltar.
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol, working as a grunt, overhears Tracey and Paulla, carrying food]
Tracey: Think we have enough?
Paulla: It doesn’t matter, they’re not coming to be fed. They’re coming to hear Dr. Baltar’s word, and learn from it, just like we did.
[Tyrol decides to attend]
(4) CULT HQ
[Baltar broadcasts his sermon; Tyrol approaches]
Baltar: (broadcasting as Tyrol watches) “The past is written. Impossible to change. Why are so many of us living in the past? Living with the shame of what we have done. When we could live in awe of what we might do. What we might do. What will we do? Spiral endlessly through the heavens until humanity itself comes to a close? Or do we look inward… and find that strength within?”
Tigh: (behind Tyrol) Can you believe these people are actually buying into Baltar’s crap? We need to talk.
Tyrol: I don’t have anything to say to you.
Tigh: Well, then you can listen. Come with me.
Baltar: “Unity…life…love…”
Tigh: I’ve been cutting you some slack because of Cally, but that’s over. You gotta pull yourself together. Now.
Tyrol: Suck it up. Just like you, huh?
Tigh: Now what is that supposed to mean?
Tyrol: I hear you’ve been spending some time in the lockup with the Six. Remember when this all started? You said nothing would change you from the man you want to be. Well, how about it, Colonel? You still the same old Saul Tigh?
Tigh: Anything I’ve done, I can live with.
Tyrol: Well, that’s the difference between you and me. I can’t. Tory’s got in her head that we can be the salvation of the human race. All I know is if there is a God, He’s laughing His ass off.
(5) CULT HQ
[Tyrol approaches the stage as people mutter; Baltar finally takes the stage to chattering, applause]
Baltar: Please. Please don’t clap. What are you all doing here?
[Tyrol hangs back as they chuckle]
Baltar: The reason that we are all here is because the old ways have failed us. It doesn’t matter if you’re a believer or a nonbeliever. It certainly makes no difference to me, you are all welcome.
[Tyrol turns to leave]
Baltar:Tyrol: (finally turning and speaking over the crowd as he comes near) Cally wasn’t like me. She forgave you for New Caprica. Even read your bogus Manifesto. But not me. You may have your sheep fooled, they may be buying into your message of forgiveness, but let me tell you. There are some sins that even your imaginary God can never forgive.
Baltar: (face-to-face with him) I have not been talking about an imaginary God. I am asking you to take my hand. Take my hand, Mr. Tyrol. For Cally. …It’s what she would’ve wanted.
[Tyrol looks at the hand and then chokes Gaius, relentlessly, as the followers try to pry him off]
Baltar: Leave him! Leave him!
Tyrol: (leaving) You didn’t know her!
(6) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS / CORRIDOR OUTSIDE
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol rips his quarters apart, and finally pulls out a gun from a hidden cabinet, screaming. On the floor is a picture of Cally and Nicky; he stares]
(7) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS / CORRIDOR OUTSIDE
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol looks at a photo of him and Cally from New Caprica]
Jeanne: (outside) Gaius, I just don’t understand what you’re trying to accomplish. I mean, this man is psychotic.
Baltar: My message is for everyone, especially for the ones who don’t want to listen.
Paulla: I just don’t think it’s safe.
Baltar: (knocking on hatch and finally letting himself in) Five minutes, that’s all. Mr. Tyrol.
Jeanne: Gaius, I really don’t think–
Baltar: (dismissing her) There’s nothing to be afraid of.
[Tyrol lies on the bed, considering Gaius without moving or blinking]
Baltar: Look, uh, Chief. I’m … I’m here to ask for your forgiveness. About my presumption earlier. You were right, you know. I hardly knew your wife. I’m sorry. Would you mind if I… just, um… I know it’s hard to… make sense of things sometimes. In my own life, I… In my own life, I joined the Fleet as a scientist, as a skeptic, as supposedly a man of reason. Only to have fate turn that all on its head. But I understand now that there is a purpose to it. We change. We evolve. Maybe we even learn something along the way. I have committed… unconscionable crimes. And I have been offered one last chance at redemption. Because I chose to accept my fate, not fight it anymore. I’m so sorry for your loss, Chief. She was a very beautiful woman, your wife. I’m also told quite spiritual. You know, I don’t expect you to believe me, but… I would very much like to have known her better.
[Gaius looks at him a while, and turns to go; Tyrol wordlessly holds out his hand from the bed and Gaius clasps it]
Baltar: (voice shaking) … Thank you.
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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×07: Guess What’s Coming To Dinner? (May 16, 2008)
(1) INT. GALACTICA – TOOL ROOM
Tyrol: You know, if they unbox the D’Annas, at least we’ll find out who the fifth one is.
Tigh: All that’s gonna do is crowd the airlock a little more. Do you think they’re gonna give you a medal when they find out who you are?
Tory: What about you?
Anders: He sings, you know.
Tyrol: What?
Anders: Gaeta. Whenever he feels the tingling. Whenever he feels his phantom leg. Cottle says it helps him get through it. He sings.
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
Athena: Hera! Hera. (to Tyrol) I can’t find Hera. Hera!
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
Athena: Get away from my child. Get your hands off of my child.
Tigh: Athena.
Athena: Stay back! Stay away.
Tigh: Stand down!
[Tyrol walks into corridor behind Athena]
(4) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
Athena: Tyrol, will you come in here and take Hera, please?
Tigh: Just do it, Tyrol.
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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×10: Revelations (June 13, 2008)
PREVIOUSLY, ON BATTLESTAR GALACTICA…
Tyrol: I just finished the post-flight on Starbuck’s Viper. This thing looks like it’s been rolled off the showroom floor.
(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK (CATWALK)
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Raptor carrying Adama, D’Anna and an EIGHT arrives on Galactica. Apollo, Starbuck, Tigh and Tory go to greet it. Tyrol and Anders watch from the catwalk]
Anders: (to Tyrol) Maybe she won’t be able to identify us.
Apollo: (hugging Adama) Gods, it’s good to have you back.
Adama: It’s good to be home.
[D’Anna looks at Tigh and then at Tory. Then up at Tyrol and Anders on catwalk]
D’Anna: The good news is that your president, Laura Roslin, is alive and well, as are your crew mates.
Adama: She wants the four Cylons that are in this fleet. [shot of Tyrol and Anders on catwalk] She’s gonna hold our people hostage until she gets them.
D’Anna: You don’t have to do anything except stay out of the way. I’m already in contact with them. Now that they realize there’s nothing to fear and that we only want to love and protect them, they should find a way of joining us. I just ask that you don’t interfere with any of the shuttle traffic in the fleet.
Apollo: So your plan is you take these four Cylons, and then you head off to Earth, leaving us behind.
D’Anna: Now that’s up to them.
Apollo: All right. If these four Cylons want to come to you, they’re free to do so. I will not stop them.
D’Anna: Do you agree with this, Admiral?
Adama: Agreed.
D’Anna: Well, then I will await them on the Baseship.
Tory: (to Apollo) Laura Roslin needs her medication. And I need to make sure that she’s all right. I’m gonna go with them.
Tigh: No! We can’t give them any more hostages.
Apollo: The Colonel’s right.
Tory: I served under Roslin for two years. My place is by her side.
Adama: Another hostage isn’t gonna change the equation.
Apollo: All right, go.
Tory: Thank you.
[Tyrol and Anders look at each other]
(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
Chief Laird: All right, put these pilots in their cockpits. Check all systems, and let’s put these birds in the tubes.
Deckhand: Got it, Chief. There you go.
Figurski: (to Tyrol) APU won’t spin up. There’s gotta be a short, and damned if I can find it. But I set some guys tracking on it.
[The ‘All Along the Watchtower’ music/radio static starts playing. Only Tyrol can hear it]
Figurski: Galen, you with me?
(3) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
[Tigh walks into the Hangar Deck. Tyrol and Anders are already there looking at Starbuck’s ‘showroom’ Viper]
Tigh: All right. Anyone know what the frak we’re doing here?
Anders: I don’t know. I just felt compelled.
Tyrol: Something about this Viper.
Tigh: Like what? You checked every rivet and washer on that bird, and you didn’t find squat.
Tyrol: Yeah, well, something brought us here. Something’s changed. I just don’t know what it is.
Anders: Maybe Kara can help. She flew this thing to Earth and back.
Tigh: Well, go find her. See what she can tell you. But hurry up. A lot of good people are gonna die.
Anders: So where are you going?
(4) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
Starbuck: It’s sitting here the same way it has been for months. What made you think something was happening?
Anders: It’s hard to explain. You know, it’s just a feeling.
Starbuck: Yeah, I’ve got a feeling, too. You’re both out of your frakking minds.
Anders: You know, you had a feeling you could find Earth. I trusted you. I backed you every step of the way. Now I need you to trust ours.
[Marines enter the room. Weapons pointed]
Marine: Ensign Anders. Specialist Tyrol. Slowly put your hands on your
heads and face the Viper. Do it now!
Starbuck: What the hell is going on?
Marine: They’re Cylons, just like the XO.
Starbuck: Sam?
Tyrol: Go ahead.
Anders: It’s true, Kara.
[Marines led Tyrol and Anders away in handcuffs]
Anders: There’s something different about this Viper, something’s changed. You gotta find it.
Marine: Shut up.
* Marine = Sgt. Brandy Harder
(5) INT. GALACTICA – LAUNCH TUBE
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol and Anders are led into the same launch tube that Tigh is already standing in]
Anders: This is a wild guess. You told them?
Tigh: We should’ve done it day one.
Apollo: Get the Baseship on the horn.
Dualla: Mr. Hoshi, we need the Baseship.
(6) INT. GALACTICA – LAUNCH TUBE / CYLON BASESHIP
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****
[Dualla hands the phone to Apollo]
D’Anna: Are you ready to come to your senses, Mr. President?
Apollo: Galen Tyrol and Samuel Anders have just joined Saul Tigh in the airlock.
D’Anna: They found them.
Apollo: They’re in line for an express ride into a vacuum. You want them alive, stand down.
(7) INT. GALACTICA – LAUNCH TUBE
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
Dualla: Mr. President, the Baseship nukes just went hot. If any of our fleet starts spooling up…
Apollo: They won’t have time to jump before the Cylons fire. (into launch tube speaker) Sgt. Harder, clear the tube of everyone but Tigh.
Marine: Corporal.
[Marines led Tyrol and Anders out of the launch tube]
(8) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol and Anders are standing outside of the launch tube. Doors start closing. Tyrol nods to Tigh. Doors close]
(9) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
D’Anna: One tiny needle in the whole Fleet. Well, you’re right. It’s wafer thin.
Apollo: It’s the best I could do at short notice.
D’Anna: So you’re all in agreement this is the way to Earth?
Tigh: It’s a stretch, but it’s the best explanation we’ve got.
Apollo: Which is why we chose to share this information with you. We could’ve jumped away with it, left you behind. But that would’ve led to another confrontation, another standoff.
D’Anna: All this has happened before…
Apollo: But it doesn’t have to happen again. Not if we make up our minds to change. Take a different path. Right here, right now. You were afraid we’d kill these four, and yet, here they are, standing right behind you, free to go or stay. I’ve granted them an amnesty. So the question is, where do we go from here?
D’Anna: All right. I’ll release your crew. We go to Earth together.
[Apollo holds out his hand to D’Anna. She shakes his hand]
(10) INT. GALACTICA – TYROL’S QUARTERS
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol sitting on his bed with Nicky. Gently kisses him on the cheek]
(11) NUKED EARTH
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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×11: Sometimes A Great Notion (January 16, 2009)
(1) NUKED EARTH
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol on Nuked Earth. No dialogue]
(2) NUKED EARTH / MARKET PLACE (FLASHBACK)
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol on Nuked Earth. Flashback to Market Place. No dialogue]
(3) NUKED EARTH
Anders: You remember something?
Tyrol: Yeah. I used to live here.
Anders: Me, too. That song that switched us on, I played it for a woman I loved.
Tory: I remember.
Anders: You do?
Tory: You played it for all of us.
Tyrol: (pointing at shadow) That was me. We died in a holocaust.
Anders: Then why are we still alive? That happened 2,000 years ago. How did we get to the Colonies? Come to think that we were human? 2,000 years is a long time to forget.
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TRANSCRIPT: BATTLESTAR GALACTICA – 4×12: A Disquiet Follows My Soul (January 23, 2009)
(1) INT. GALACTICA – SICK BAY
Ishay: Sorry, Felix. He’s backed up today, but he shouldn’t be much longer.
Gaeta: No problem. At least the Cylons are having fun, right? I mean, Earth’s a cinder, Dee’s dead, suicides are up, the Fleet’s a mess, the President’s missing in action, but, hey, gotta make sure the Cylons are taken care of.
Ishay: Rub this into the skin. It’ll help with the drying and the chapping, all right?
Gaeta: No, no, frak. I’ve gone through two jars of that stuff already. It doesn’t do anything. The end cap needs to be refitted. I already told him, it’s too high on one side, but he won’t listen.
Ishay: Yeah. I’m sorry, Felix. I’m really sorry. Look, I promise I will get you in there as soon as I can. It’s just been crazy.
Tyrol: I need help! I need help!
Ishay: It’s busy today, Chief.
Tyrol: He’s peeing blood.
Ishay: It’s gonna be a while. Get him to bed three. I’ll go and get the doctor.
[Ishay walks past Gaeta and then doubles back]
Ishay: Wait. Sorry.
Gaeta: No problem. Can’t keep those toasters waiting.
(2) INT. GALACTICA – ADAMA’S QUARTERS
Tyrol: The feeling on the Baseship is that we’d rather take our chances with you than risk running into Cavil’s forces alone.
Tigh: “We”?
Tyrol: Yeah. We, the Cylons. That description fit anyone around here you know?
Adama: Have this discussion another time. What about the FTL question?
Tyrol: It’s possible. It’s labor-intensive, a lot of grunt work, but we should be able to upgrade all the jump drives in the entire Fleet with Cylon technology.
Apollo: It’s not gonna be easy to sell the Quorum on this one.
Tigh: Frak the Quorum.
Apollo: These are civilian ships. What are you going to do? Upgrade their engines at gunpoint? We need the Quorum to get civilian cooperation.
Adama: All right. What will it take to get the Quorum to sign off?
Apollo: Well, the first issue’s gonna be whether we can make these upgrades with Galactica personnel only. It’s one thing to accept Cylon technology. It’s quite another to have actual Cylons aboard their ships.
Tyrol: I barely understand this stuff. And I’m… We are gonna need teams of Sharons and Sixes, possibly Leobens, just to do the installations.
Apollo: They’ll go nuts.
Helo: We gotta sell them on it. Point out the benefits. Athena tells me the upgrade should triple the Fleet’s jump capacity.
Tyrol: Absolutely. And that’s conservative. Their technology… Our technology is way ahead of ours. Yours.
Tigh: Maybe you’d like a chart to keep it all straight.
Adama: What do you think?
Apollo: Well… Tripling jump capacity triples our chances of finding a habitable planet before we run out of food and fuel. That I might be able to sell.
Gaeta: What’s the catch? ‘Cause there is a catch, right, former Chief?
Tyrol: We wanna be part of the Fleet, not just along for the ride. Full members, citizens, seat at the Quorum, the whole thing.
Helo: What?
Tigh: Are you insane?
Tyrol: Un-negotiable. You want Cylon technology, we want safety in case Cavil’s forces arrive. Now if we’re citizens, your oath states that you protect us, just like everybody else.
Apollo: And the other Cylons, they really think that that will guarantee your safety?
Tyrol: Yes, they do. I’ve convinced them that the Admiral takes these sorts of things very seriously, that he would rather lose the Fleet than break the oath.
Tigh: Unlike certain other people.
Tyrol: Unlike certain other people.
Adama: I understand the argument. It makes sense from their perspective.
Gaeta: You’re not seriously thinking about this?
Tigh: “Sir.”
Gaeta: You’re not seriously thinking about this, sir?
Adama: All options are on the table, Mr. Gaeta. This is a political decision. We’ll have to run it by the President. Thank you all.
* (3) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY
* Helo: Galen, how’s your boy?
* Tyrol: Yeah, we don’t know.
* Helo: Well, you’ll both be in our prayers.
(4) INT. GALACTICA – SICK BAY
Cottle: Acute renal failure. I think we caught it in time to manage with dialysis. However, there is a chance that this could lead to chronic renal failure. And if that happens, he’s gonna lose a kidney.
Tyrol: What’s the next step? What do I do? Do I give some blood, build up a supply?
Ishay: Well, we have enough of his type in the blood bank.
Tyrol: He’s half Cylon. You got a lot of half-Cylon blood just lying around, do you?
Cottle: No, no, you’re right. I hadn’t thought about that. We should tap a vein and start a supply right away.
Ishay: This is ridiculous. You have to tell him!
Cottle: Ishay!
Tyrol: Tell me what?
Ishay: This little boy could die! His father should know.
Cottle: Ishay, zip it!
Tyrol: What the hell is she talking about?
Cottle: (to Ishay) We’ll talk about this later. (to Tyrol) I guess you better come with me.
Ishay: Hey, buddy. How’s it going? Daddy’s just gone …
Cottle: All right. This is gonna be a shock. But I want you to know that I was bound by doctor-patient confidentiality in this. Even though she’s dead now, it still applied.
Tyrol: Cally. You’re talking about Cally. What the frak does she… I’m not his father, am I?
Cottle: I’m sorry. She found out she was pregnant just before you got married. She wasn’t sure that you were the father. She wanted me to terminate the pregnancy. The procedure is illegal, but there are ways around it. However, she decided to keep it. Then later on she asked me to do a paternity test because she wanted to know.
Tyrol: And it wasn’t me.
Cottle: (shakes his head ‘no’)
Tyrol: Who?
Cottle: He doesn’t know, either. And I’ll be damned if he’s gonna find out that he’s a father from a pissed-off former deck chief with a Cylon chip on his shoulder. No, I’ll have to tell him. I’ll tell him, and then the two of you can work it out on your own.
Tyrol: Take care of him.
Cottle: Great.
(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK
***** TYROL NOT IN THIS SCENE *****
Adama: You’ve got to get a hold of this deck.
Figurski: Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir, but what can I do? I’ve got 20 men sick, I’m working double crews…
Adama: Your people are not sick, they’re reporting sick. It’s a dodge, a way to stay in bed, and you know it.
Figurski: Yes, sir.
Adama: You used to pull the same crap when Tyrol ran this place.
Figurski: Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir…
Adama: Ten birds. Ten off-line. This frakking cannot happen! Not on my ship! Frak! Now you listen to me, Figurski. You put on the biggest pair of boots you got, and you go down there and you shove them up their ass. Do you got me? You get your crew up here! And I want this place cleaned up! It looks like a garbage scow. Get out of my sight!
Figurski: Yes, sir.
(6) INT. GALACTICA – CULT HQ
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[Tyrol is listening to Baltar speak]
Baltar: … only to have paradise cruelly smashed to bits before our very eyes
(7) INT. GALACTICA – CULT HQ
[Continued from previous scene. Tyrol is listening to Baltar speak]
Baltar: Perhaps we are not the ones in need of forgiveness. Perhaps we’re not. Perhaps we have been wronged. Yes. That’s right. Perhaps it is God who should come down here and beg for our forgiveness! Am I right? Am I right? Then shout it to God! What have you done for me lately? ….
[Tyrol spots Hotdog across the room and walks towards him]
Baltar: … Where have you been? There is a disease aboard the ship, and it is a disease of denial! Am I right? Well, don’t tell me. Shout it to God!
[Hotdog starts walking towards Tyrol]
Hotdog: Cottle told me. I didn’t know. We need… We should talk.
[Tyrol nods. Then punches Hotdog. The two men start fighting]
Tyrol: (screaming at someone trying to pry him off Hotdog) Get off me!
(8) INT. GALACTICA – CULT HQ
***** TYROL IS IN THIS SCENE. NO DIALOGUE *****
[The fighting continues. Baltar sits back having a cigarette]
(9) INT. GALACTICA – SICK BAY
Hotdog: I don’t know anything about being a father.
Tyrol: It sucks. Except for the parts that don’t.
* Hotdog: He won’t even know who I am.
* Tyrol: He barely knows who I am. Don’t worry. We’ll make it work.
* Hotdog: “We”?
* Tyrol: Yeah, we. As much as I’d love to walk out that frakking door right now.
Tyrol: All right. Lessons in parenting. [Tyrol moves a chair behind Hotdog] Sit. If your kid’s in the hospital, you never leave him alone. No matter what, someone’s always here. You get first shift, Dad.
Hotdog: Wait. How long do I sit here?
Tyrol: Until I get back. That’ll be after I sober up.
* Tyrol: Don’t move from that frakking chair.
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