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

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

(2) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

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

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

(4) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

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

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

(6) INT. GALACTICA – STARBOARD LANDING BAY

Tyrol in crowd watching ceremonial flyby being led by Apollo.

(7) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

(8) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

[Tyrol listening to Adama’s announcement]

(9) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

(10) INT. GALACTICA – STARBOARD HANGAR DECK

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

(11) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

(12) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

(13) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

(14) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

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

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

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

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

(17) INT. GALACTICA – PORT FLIGHT POD

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

(18) INT. GALACTICA – CIC

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

 

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PART 2

 

(19) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

(20) INT. GALACTICA – CIC / HALLWAY

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

(21) INT. GALACTICA – CIC / HALLWAY

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

(22) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

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

(23) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

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

(24) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

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

(25) INT. GALACTICA – RAGNAR ANCHORAGE AMMUNITION RESERVE

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

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

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

(27) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY

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

(28) INT. GALACTICA – HALLWAY

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

(29) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

(30) INT. GALACTICA – HANGAR DECK

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

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