(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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