Written By: Mark Verheiden
Directed By: Robert Young

(1) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Tyrol is inspecting a viper]
Kat: Gods, Chief, we’ve already run this up twice.
Tyrol: Yeah, but something doesn’t feel right.
Kat: What?
Tyrol: Something doesn’t feel right.
Kat: Well, hurry up.
[Tyrol finds a tube out of place and removes it, spraying oil everywhere]
Tyrol: Oh, gods!
Kat: Oh, that’s fantastic. That’s just great.
Tyrol: I knew it. How the hell did I miss that?
Kat: Maybe if your knuckledraggers spent more time on maintenance, less time frakking around.
Tyrol: This knuckledragger just saved your ass, sir.
Kat: Why don’t you say that a little louder, Chief? I don’t think the camera heard you.
Tyrol: You know what? Frak the camera.
[They argue and yell at each other]
Starbuck: Knock it off! Knock it off! Chief, fix the ship.
Kat: Yeah, fix the ship.
Starbuck: Hey!
Kat: What? What?
Starbuck: Hey! Enough! Chief, fix her ship. You, get the hell outta here now.
Kat: Camera outta my face.
[Kat throws a temper-tantrum and kicks some equiptment on her way out]
Starbuck: She has been pissing me off all week.
Apollo: What the hell’s going on?
Starbuck: I’m taking her off rotation till she gets her head rewired. I mean-
Apollo: Uh-uh, can’t do it. We need the pilots. Besides, if I scratched everyone who… popped off at the Chief, the cooks would be flying the missions.
Starbuck: Son of a bitch. Did you get all that? You happy?
Apollo: Come on. Come on, walk away. Walk away.

(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[A raptor is being preped to leave for the Cloud 9 with Tigh]
Tyrol: Three. There’s three. So you’ve got lots.
Starbuck: Good luck, Colonel. Have fun on Cloud Nine.
Tigh: You bet. (sarcastically)
Fuzzy: Iniating Pre-flight
[The doors close, and suddenly smoke starts fuming from the raptor hatch]
Fuzzy: What’s going on?
Racetrack: Abort launch! Everybody out now!
Tyrol: Get back! Everybody back! Everybody back! Fire team. Get the fire team here now!
Tigh: What’s going on?
Tyrol: The main buss is totaled. Looks like somebody took a hammer to it. If this had blown in transit, the cabin would have vented to space.

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

Chief in scene. No dialogue

(4) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[The Vipers are being manned and readied for launch]
Tyrol: Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go! Move, move! Clear this deck, get this outta here!
Hotdog: What’s the sitrep?
Starbuck: Two bandits, coming hard.
Apollo: Just keep your eyes open and follow us.
Tyrol: All right, let’s go, let’s get the birds in the holes. Move ’em out, get this ladder outta here. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go. Move back, get this hose out of here.

(5) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

Tyrol: Copy that. All right, people, that’s it. Last bird’s away. Let’s clear the nest. Get this deck ready for recovery. Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go. Move, move!

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

Chief in scene. No dialogue

Transcript: Sci Fi SadGeezers