Battlestar Galactica (2003): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

(HUMMING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Are you alive?

Yes.

Prove it.

(GASPS)

(EXPLOSIONS)

It has begun.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Make a hole!

As I was saying,
form follows function.



Nowhere is this axiom of
design more readily apparent

than on board the world-famous
Battlestar Galactica.

This ship, the last
of her kind still in service,

was constructed over 50 years ago
during the early days of the Cylon War.

Originally there were 12 Battlestars,
each representing one of Kobol's 12 colonies.

Galactica represented Caprica and
was first commanded by Commander Nash...

"The Cylon War is long over,
yet we must not forget the reasons why..."

Commander Adama, if I may?

Captain.

I just wanted to say what a pleasure it's
been serving with you in your command.

Captain Kelly, it's been my honor.
Good luck in your next assignment.

Thank you, sir.

"The Cylon War
is long over, yet..."

Good morning, sir.



Good morning, Starbuck.
What do you hear?

Nothing but the rain.

Grab your gun
and bring in the cat.

Boom, boom, boom.

WOMAN ON PA:
Attention. Honor guard detail

report to starboard hangar bay
for ceremonial briefing and rehearsal.

Let's go, guys.
Chief's gonna have our ass.

Yeah, well, you're the one that was
supposed to wrap that yesterday.

(SHUSHING) It's the old man.

Too late. What's up?

Nothing, sir. Just another
leak in that frakking window.

Pardon me, sir.

It's supposed to be
a Battlestar, not a museum.

Sorry for saying so, sir.

Couldn't agree with you more.
Be careful out there, all right?

"The Cylon War is long over,
yet we cannot forget the reasons why..."

Morning, sir.
Good morning.

Com traffic
from the midwatch.

Anything interesting?

Mostly housekeeping.

There was one odd message
we were copied on.

The one from
Fleet Headquarters there, sir.

Courier officer's overdue
coming back from Armistice Station.

They've asked for a full status
report on all FTL-capable ships,

just in case they need somebody
to jump out there today,

see if his ship has
any mechanical problems.

I think we're a little bit busy today.
Wouldn't you say so, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir.

I'm glad we agree.

And may I take this opportunity
to say that it's been both a pleasure

and an honor to serve under you
these past three years.

It's my honor,
Lieutenant Gaeta.

ADAMA: "The Cylon War
is long over..."

Colonel?

You'll see things here that
look odd or even antiquated...

Hello.
Antiquated to modern eyes.

Phones with cords,
awkward manual valves,

computers that barely
deserve the name.

It was all designed
to operate against an enemy

who could infiltrate and disrupt even
the most basic computer systems.

Galactica is a reminder of a time
when we were so frightened by our enemies

that we literally looked
backward for protection.

(ELECTRIC CRACKLING)

WOMAN ON PA:
Attention all hands...

Morning.

Attention on deck!

Chief, Sir.
At ease.

This way.

A Mark ll.

Haven't seen one of these
in about 20 years.

TYROL: If the Commander
will take a closer look

(LAUGHING)
at the tail numbering.

Nebula 7242 Constellation.

Oh, my God.
Where did you find her?

Rusting out in a salvage
yard on Sagittarian.

We had hoped the Commander
would allow her to participate

in the decommissioning
ceremony.

She'll fly?
Yes, sir.

We've restored the engines,

patched the guidance system, replaced
much of the flight control...

You guys are amazing.
She's fueled, armed,

ready for launch, sir.
Commander.

What? More?
Mmm-hmm.

Somebody's bucking
for a promotion around here.

I believe that would be
Prosna, sir.

He found this
in the Fleet archives.

He was doing some research
for the museum.

Thank you. Thank you all.
It's an honor.

You're welcome, sir.
Fall out.

MAN: All right. You heard
the man. Let's get number three up.

(CHATTERING)

WOMAN ON PA: Attention...

(ANNOUNCEMENT CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(REPEATING ANNOUNCEMENT)

WOMAN ON PA:
Prior to 2300 hours.

Uh-oh.

HELO: Here we go.

If you're gonna play
with the big dogs...

BOOMER: No fear.

HELO: I'm in.
Bet's to you, XO.

I'm not scared of you.
TIGH: I'm in.

(LAUGHING) Helo,
when are you gonna learn?

First you're flying
with rooks, and then...

Hey!
Ow!

And then you're betting
against Starbuck.

"Starbuck."
Now there's a call sign.

Starbuck. Starbuck, buck, buck,
buck, buck, buck, buck, buck.

Where'd you get
that nickname, anyway?

Was that before you were
thrown in the brink as a cadet

for drunk and disorderly
or after?

After.

TIGH: After. That's right.
It was after.

I'm in. Bet's to you, XO.

I'm in.
Stay.

How's the wife?

BOOMER: Too early
for that kind of money.

(CARDS SLAPPING DOWN)

Hey, did you hear about
that Pyramid game on Geminon?

BOOMER: What were you
doing on Geminon?

HELO: This girl there I know.

BOOMER:
What girl don't you know?

The wife is just fine.

Talk to her lately?

BOOMER:
Bet's to you, Lieutenant.

(CLEARS THROAT)

All right.

Thirty to me.

And it looks like I'm gonna bring
this lovely little game to a close

because full colors!

(LAUGHING TRIUMPHANTLY)

(WHOOPS)

(HUMMING HAPPILY)

(LAUGHING)

(TIGH GROANING)

Stop!

Okay, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Hey, hey, hey.

Okay.
Hey.

You have finally gone too far
and now you're done.

Lieutenant, consider yourself
under arrest, pending charges.

Report to the brig.

Gentlemen.

Are you really gonna
press charges against Kara?

For striking a superior officer?
You're damned right I am.

ADAMA: Heard you started
the day off pretty early.

I wasn't on duty.

Now, where did you get this?

Tyrol's deck gang
scrounged it up.

I couldn't talk you out of it, could I?
Not a chance.

She is insubordinate,
undisciplined.

Probably one of the finest fighter
pilots I've ever seen in my life.

Yeah.
She's better than I am.

Twice as good as you.

Like hell.

(CHUCKLES)

Jesus.

Listen, I'm not gonna defend
what she did.

Especially the cracks
about your marital problems.

But you did kick over the table first.
I did not.

Unless I did.

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?

You always did have
a soft spot for her.

Yeah, I guess I'm just
a crazy old man.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

I'm afraid the tests are positive.
The mass is malignant.

It's advanced
well beyond the...

(LOUD RUMBLING)

BILLY: So I also sent
the President a copy

of your speech
for Galactica's retirement.

Hopefully, he'll have
a chance to review it,

but there is a 30-minute time
delay between the Galactica and...

Excuse me.

PILOT ON INTERCOM: Ladies and
gentlemen, this is your Captain. Welcome aboard.

We are en route to Galactica,

and our estimated flight time is
approximately five and a half hours.

Please sit back and relax
and enjoy your flight.

(LOUD SOB)

(BELL TOLLING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

WOMAN 1: I'll take two!

WOMAN 2: All right.

How small they are.

I know.
But they grow up so fast.

May I?

Sure.

There.

(BABY CRYING)

So light.

So fragile.

(SHUSHING)

There, there. It's okay.

You're not gonna
have to cry much longer.

We really should be going.

Of course.

It's amazing how the neck
can support that much weight.

MAN: Chantara.

Honey, let's go.

MAN: I gotta
show you something.

Okay.
Yeah. Come on.

CHANTARA: Give me a moment.

(BONE CRACKING)

CHANTARA: Just a second.

I'll go with you.

(CHANTARA SCREAMING)

CHANTARA:
My God! He's not breathing!

(SOBBING) Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
He's not breathing!

My baby!

For those of you just joining us
from the Pyramid game on Geminon,

welcome to The Spotlight,

our weekly interview program devoted
to people making news on Caprica.

Today we're talking
with Dr. Gaius Baltar,

winner of three Magnate Awards
over the course of his career.

A media cult figure, and a personal
friend of President Adar's.

He is currently working as a top
consultant for the Ministry of Defense

on computer issues.

But he's perhaps best known
for his controversial views

on advancing
computer technology.

Dr. Baltar, again, welcome.

Thank you, Kellan. Firstly, may I
say how lovely you're looking,

and secondly, what an absolute
pleasure it is to be on the show.

Well, we're delighted
to have you with us.

Could you summarize your views
for our audience?

BALTAR: Yes, I'd be happy to.
My position is very simple.

The ban on research and development
into artificial intelligence

is, as we all know, a holdover
from the Cylon Wars.

Quite frankly, I find this
to be an outmoded concept.

It serves no useful purpose
except to impede our efforts...

(BOTH MOANING)

Miss me?

Can't you tell?

Your body misses me, but what
about your heart, your soul?

Yeah, those, too.

Do you love me, Gaius?
What?

Do you love me?
Are you serious?

You had me worried there
for a minute.

I'm hot, Gaius.

I'm so hot!

MAN ON RADIO: Viper 450,
this is Galactica. Approach port landing bay.

Hands-on speed 105.
Checkers red. Call the ball.

APOLLO: Galactica,
this is Viper 450. Check that.

Did you say
hands-on approach?

Viper 450, that's affirmative.
Hands-on approach.

Copy that, Galactica. Port
landing bay, hands-on approach.

Speed 105.
I have the ball.

TYROL ON RADIO:
Skids down. Mag lock secure.

On behalf of Galactica, I'd like
to welcome you aboard, Apollo.

It's an honor
to have you with us.

(AIR HISSING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(WOMAN TALKING
INDISTINCTLY ON PA)

Morning, sir. Chief Tyrol.

I'll be your crew chief
while you're aboard.

Morning, Chief.
Captain Lee Adama.

It's a real pleasure
to have... Meet you, sir.

I'm sure you've heard this before. I'm
a great admirer of your father's.

The service is gonna miss him
when he retires.

Well, I'm sure someone will. Ls
your auto-landing system down?

I was hands-on
for the whole approach.

It's all hands-on here,
Captain.

There are no auto-landings
on the Galactica.

Commander Adama's orders.

Is that right?

MAN ON PA: Attention
in the port hangar bay.

Raptor touching down.
Clear. The checker is red.

(BEEPING)

Nice flying, Lieutenant.
I think they heard that clear up to the bridge.

Yeah. I'm gonna catch hell from the
LSO, but it wasn't entirely my fault.

Primary gimbal's
acting up again.

Oh, it's the gimbal's
fault again?

Helo, am I lying?
Gimbal looked bad to me.

I've pulled that gimbal three
times and stripped it twice.

The gimbal's
not the problem, sir.

You're not listening
to me, Chief.

I listen very closely to what each and
every one of my pilots has to say.

You're not the one out there trying
to bring in 50 tons of Raptor

onto a moving hangar deck
with a bad gimbal.

I've got 10 years' experience...
Here we go.

Breaking down and stripping
every component and every system.

(BOTH) that's ever been installed in
every spacecraft on my hangar deck.

(GRUNTING)

The gimbal is broken.

Shut up, sir.

Morning.
ALL: Morning, sir!

All right.
Today is the main event.

We have a formation
demonstration, flyby maneuvers

in conjunction with
the decommissioning ceremony.

I've got a few changes
to the flight plan.

Lieutenant Thrace is being replaced
in the slot by Lieutenant Anders.

Also, we have Captain
Lee Adama joining us,

and he's gonna be flying lead during
the flyby, so please welcome Captain.

WOMAN: Good to have you.
Welcome, Apollo.

MAN 1:
Welcome aboard, Captain.

MAN 2: Great. Welcome.

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 40 years ago.

Great. That's quite an honor.

Yes, it is, Captain.

And personally I can't think of a better
way to send this ship into retirement.

It may interest you to know that the
final results for the CNP project

are working close to 95%
efficiency throughout the fleet.

Hold your applause, please.
No applause for me?

I doubt you would've ever
completed the project without me.

Yes, well,
you helped a bit.

I rewrote
half your algorithms.

All right,
you were extremely helpful.

But let's not forget
you got something out of it.

All that poking around
inside the Defense mainframe.

Should give you a huge advantage
bidding for the contract next year.

You know that's not
really why I did it.

No, you did it
'cause you love me.

That, and God
wanted me to help you.

Right. He spoke to you,
did he? You had a chat?

He didn't speak to me
in a literal voice.

And you don't have to
mock my faith.

Sorry. I'm just
not very religious.

Does it bother you
that I am?

It puzzles me that an intelligent,
attractive woman such as yourself

should be taken in by all that
mysticism and superstition.

But I'm willing to overlook it on
account of your other attributes.

I have to go.
I'm meeting someone.

Really? Who is he?
I'm insanely jealous.

I doubt that.

So touchy today.

Well, as a matter of fact, I'm
meeting someone, too. Business.

A new project
at Defense I might do.

So,

you'll call me later, right?

It's about time. I wondered
when you'd get here.

DORAL: Secretary Roslin.
ROSLIN: Yes.

Mr. Kickay.
Keikeya.

Oh, sorry. Hi.
Hi.

My name's Aaron Doral.
I'm from Public Relations.

I'd like to welcome you aboard Galactica.
Thank you.

If you'll follow me, I'll
show you to your quarters.

MAN ON PA:
Attention all hands.

At this time, Galactica
would like to welcome aboard

the Secretary of Education,
Laura Roslin.

The Secretary is a member
of the President's cabinet.

We're honored by her presence
aboard our ship

and her participation this afternoon in
Galactica's decommissioning ceremony.

Madam Secretary?

MAN: Yes, that's exactly
what I would think.

MAN ON PA: Attention all hands.
EVA activity on hull.

Do not radiate any electrical equipment
while EVA is in progress.

Thank you.

(TOILET FLUSHING)

In or out.

Excuse me?
Get in or get out.

Shut the hatch.
Sorry.

Where are you trying to be?

Visitor's quarters.
I'm a visitor.

Yeah.
Never would've guessed.

It tells people things
like where the restroom is.

It's an integrated computer network,
and I will not have it aboard this ship.

I heard you're one of those people.
You're actually afraid of computers.

No. There are many computers
on this ship, but they're not networked.

A computerized network would simply
make it faster and easier for the teachers

to be able to teach...
Let me explain something to you.

(SIGHING) Many good men and women
lost their lives aboard this ship

because someone wanted a
faster computer to make life easier.

I'm sorry that I'm
inconveniencing you or the teachers,

but I will not allow
a network computerized system

to be placed on this ship
while I'm in command.

Is that clear?
Yes, sir.

Thank you. Excuse me.

(STARBUCK BREATHING HEAVILY)

This seems familiar.

Captain Adama, sir.

Sorry I wasn't there to greet you
with the rest of the squadron.

Did they kiss your ass
to your satisfaction?

So, what's the charge
this time?

Striking a superior asshole.

Ah.

I bet you've been waiting
all day to say that one.

Most of the afternoon, yeah.
Right.

So, how long's it been?

Two years.

Two years.
We must be getting old.

Seems like the funeral was just
a couple months ago.

Yeah.

Your old man's doing fine.
We don't talk about it much.

Maybe two or three times a year.
He still struggles with it, though.

I haven't seen him.
Why not?

Kara, don't even start.
How long are you gonna do this?

I'm not doing anything.

He lost his son, Lee.

And who's responsible
for that?

Same old Lee.
You haven't changed, either.

Zak was my brother.

What was he to me? Nothing?

That's not what I meant.
And you know what...

You know what? You should go.

I'm getting the urge to hit
another superior asshole.

Gaius.

Gaius!

What are you doing here?
Who the hell are you?

Get out.

Gaius, who is this woman?

She's a friend. Well, more than a friend.
When I say friend...

Get out.

This is just great.

Bye.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Look, it's me, all right?

(STUTTERING)
It's totally me. I screwed up.

I am screwed up.
I always have been.

It's a... It's a flaw
in my character that I have...

I've always hated
and I've tried...

Spare me your feigned
self-awareness and remorse.

I came here because
I have something to tell you.

Oh. Okay.

Here he is.
If you'd just like to...

A little space. Captain,
thank you for joining us.

Hi. Aaron Doral. If you'd just
like to stand up there,

we'll get a few shots of you
and the Commander.

Thanks.

Hello, Captain.

Great. Okay, gentlemen, could you
maybe stand a bit closer?

Fantastic.

Commander, could you put
your arm around your son?

DORAL: Great. Perfect.

Okay. Thank you very much.
See you at the ceremony.

We'll just be leaving this...
Through this doorway and to our right.

WOMAN ON PA: Attention, honor guard detail,
report to starboard hangar bay.

You want some coffee?

No, sir. Thank you, sir.

Why don't you sit down?

Congratulations on making Captain.
Sorry I wasn't there.

Thank you, sir.

How's your mother?
Getting married.

Good for her.

We spoke about a year ago. Had a
real heart-to-heart. It was good.

I'm glad to hear that, sir.
Will that be all?

Why don't you
talk to me, Lee?

What do you want to
talk about?

Anything. You've been
here for an hour.

Well, I don't have
anything to say.

My orders said report here and
participate in the ceremony.

So I'm here, and I'm gonna
participate in the ceremony.

There wasn't anything
in my orders

about having any heart-to-heart
chats with the old man.

Accidents happen
in the service.

Dad, listen, I...

You know, all the things that you
talked to me about at the funeral...

I really don't want to
do this!

They still ring in my ears
after two years. Good!

Good. 'Cause you know what?
They were meant to.

Zak had a choice.
You both did.

"A man isn't a man until he wears
the wings of a Viper pilot."

Doesn't that sound
at all familiar to you?

That's not fair, son.

No, it's not fair.

Because one of us wasn't
cut out to wear the uniform.

He earned his wings,
just like we all did.

One of us wasn't
cut out to be a pilot.

One of us wouldn't have even
made it into flight school

if his old man, his daddy,
hadn't pulled the strings!

That's an exaggeration.

I did nothing for him that I
wouldn't have done for anyone else.

You're not even
listening to me.

Why can't you get this
through your head?

Zak did not belong
in that plane!

He shouldn't have been there.

He was only doing it for you.

Face it. You killed him.

That'll be all, Captain.

So now you're telling me...

Now you're telling me
you're a machine.

I'm a woman.
You're a machine.

You're a synthetic woman.

A robot.

I've said it three times now.
Well, forgive me.

I'm having the tiniest little
bit of trouble believing that.

The last time anybody saw the Cylons,
they looked like walking chrome toasters.

Those models are still around.
They have their uses.

Prove it.

If you're a Cylon,
prove it to me right now.

I don't have to. You know
I'm telling the truth.

See, stating something as the truth
doesn't necessarily make it so

'cause the truth of the matter
is I don't believe a word of it.

You believe me because
deep down you've always known

there was something
different about me.

Something that didn't quite
add up in the usual way.

And you believe me
because it flatters your ego

to believe that alone, among all the
billions of people of the Twelve Colonies,

you were chosen
for my mission.

Your mission? What mission?

You knew I wanted access
to the Defense mainframe.

The... Wait a minute.

The Defense mainframe?
What exactly are you saying?

Come on, Gaius. The
communications frequencies?

Deployment schedules? Unlimited
access to every database?

Oh, my God.

I had nothing
to do with this.

You know I had nothing
to do with this.

You have an amazing capacity
for self-deception.

How do you do that?

How many people know about me, specifically?
That I'm involved?

And even now, as the fate of your
entire world hangs in the balance,

all you can think about
is how this affects you.

Do you have any idea what they
will do to me if they find out?

They'd probably
charge you with treason.

Treason is punishable
by the death penalty.

This is unbelievable.
What are you doing?

Phoning my attorney.

That won't be necessary.

He'll know what to do. He'll sort this out.
He's the best in the business.

It won't be necessary,
because in a few hours

no one will be left
to charge you with anything.

What exactly are you saying?

Humanity's children
are returning home... today.

DORAL ON MIKE: I'd like to
thank you all again for being here.

And, Elosha, thank you very much
for those wonderful words.

Next is a ceremonial flyby
by the last Galactica squadron

led by Captain Lee Adama.

(FANFARE PLAYING)

(ALL APPLAUDING)

And now it is my great pleasure
to introduce the last Commander

of the Battlestar Galactica,
Commander Adama.

Thank you very much.

The Cylon War is long over,

yet we must not forget the reasons
why so many sacrificed so much

in the cause of freedom.

The cost of wearing
the uniform can be high,

but...

Sometimes it's too high.

You know, when we fought
the Cylons,

we did it to save ourselves
from extinction.

But we never answered
the question why.

Why are we as a people
worth saving?

We still commit murder
because of greed, spite, jealousy.

And we still visit all of
our sins upon our children.

ADAMA ON RADIO: We refuse to accept
the responsibility for anything that we've done.

Like we did with the Cylons.

We decided to play God,

create life.

When that life
turned against us,

we comforted ourselves in the knowledge
that it really wasn't our fault, not really.

You cannot play God, then wash
your hands of the things that you've created.

Sooner or later,
the day comes

when you can't hide from the
things that you've done anymore.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

You are one surprising
son of a bitch.

APOLLO ON RADIO:
Colonial Heavy 798, this is Viper 7242.

My call sign is Apollo, and I'll
be your escort back to Caprica.

MAN ON RADIO: Copy that, Viper 7242.
Glad to have you with us, Apollo.

BOOMER ON RADIO: Vioer 7242,
Raptor 312, this is Boomer.

Just wanted to say it was an
honor to fly with you, Apollo.

MAN ON PA: Ladies and gentlemen, we
are now en route back to Caprica.

If you look out
the starboard window,

you might be able to see one of
Galactica's old Mark ll Vipers,

which will be escorting
us back home.

WOMAN ON TV: We don't have
any further information, yet.

MAN ON TV: There are no remaining
ships able to leave Caprica.

But no actual enemy
has been sighted yet.

Officials are saying there
doesn't seem any doubt...

(CRASHING)

What have I done?

What am I gonna do?

There's no way out.

I know.
I'm sure you know.

(VOICE BREAKING)
That's your doing, isn't it?

Wait. Wait. There has to be
another way out of here.

I mean, you must have
an escape plan.

You're not about to be destroyed
by your own bombs, are you?

How are you leaving?

(SCREAMS)

Gaius, I can't die.

When this body is destroyed,
my memory, my consciousness

will be transmitted
to a new one.

I'll just wake up somewhere
else in an identical body.

You mean there's more
out there like you?

There are 12 models.
I'm Number Six.

(DEEP RUMBLING) I don't want to die.
I don't...

Get down.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(EXPLOSIONS)

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

MAN:
CIC to Commanding Officer.

Go ahead.
I'm sorry to disturb you, sir,

but we have a Priority One alert
message from Fleet Headquarters.

It was transmitted
in the clear.

In the clear?
What does it say?

"Attention all Colonial units."

"Cylon attack underway."

"This is no drill."

I'll be right there.

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN ON PA: Action stations,
action stations.

Set condition one throughout the ship.
This is not a drill.

(ALL CHATTERING) Repeat. 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.

Not a drill? They can't be serious.
Sounds like it to me.

What are we gonna shoot with?
The ship's got no ammunition.

All right, people, let's go.

Let's get this hangar bay
ready for possible incoming.

What have we got?
Shipping accident?

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Combat? Understood.

Condition one is set. All decks
report ready for action, sir.

Very well.

This is a joke. The Fleet's
playing a joke on you.

It's a retirement prank. Come on.
I don't think so.

This is the Commander.

Moments ago this ship
received word

of a Cylon attack against
our homeworlds is underway.

We do not know the size or the disposition
or the strength of the enemy forces.

But all indications point.

(ON SPEAKER) to a massive assault
against Colonial defenses.

Admiral Nagala has taken
personal command of the fleet

aboard
the Battlestar-Atlantia,

following complete destruction
of Picon Fleet Headquarters

in the first wave
of the attacks.

How, why,
doesn't really matter now.

What does matter is that, as
of this moment, we are at war.

You've trained for this.
You're ready for this.

Stand to your duties,
trust your fellow shipmates

and we'll all
get through this.

Further updates
as we get them. Thank you.

War with the Cylons.

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!

This better be for real.

Tactical.
Sir?

Begin a plot of all military units in the
solar system, friendly or otherwise.

XO.
Sir?

We're in a shooting war.
We need something to shoot.

I'll start checking
munitions depots.

Dee, send a signal
to our fighter squadron.

I want positions and tactical
status immediately.

Yes, sir. And get Kara
Thrace out of the brig.

Boomer, acknowledge Galactica's
signals, and send them our position.

Tell them we've detected a formation
of Cylon fighters directly ahead,

and I intend to attack.

CAG: Boomer, do you copy?

Copy that.

Ease up there, Boomer.
Take a deep breath.

Stand by. Helo?

I show 10.

No, no, make that five Cylon
raiders on course 324-mark-110.

Speed, 7. 1.

Time to intercept,
seven minutes.

CAG: You don't sound too sure.
A lot of jamming going on.

Cylons are using a lot of sensor decoys.
Sorting through them, but...

Understood.

Just take your time, guide us in.
We'll do the rest.

BOOMER: Yes, sir.

So that would put
our squadron about here.

Now, looks like the main fight is shaping
up over here near Virgon's orbit.

But even at top speed, they're
still over an hour away.

ADAMA: Plot a course
along this axis.

If we can keep Virgon
between us and the battle,

we might be able to get pretty close
before the Cylons are even aware.

GAETA: At least, sir.

Commander, ready for duty, sir.
Good.

Where the hell
did the Cylons come from?

All we know for sure is they
achieved complete surprise

and we're taking heavy losses. We lost
30 Battlestars in the opening attack.

That's a quarter
of the fleet.

I need pilots
and I need fighters.

Pilots you got.

There's 20 of us climbing the
walls down in the ready room.

But fighters...

I think I seem to remember
an entire squadron of fighters

down on the starboard
hangar deck yesterday.

Yes, sir.

(BARS THUDDING)

You sure they'll fly?

The reactor's still hot, so all we have to
do is pull the rad buffers from the engine,

refuel it, load the ordnance,
and you're ready to go.

The biggest problem is getting
them over to the port launch bay.

Why can't we use the starboard launch?
It's a gift shop now.

Frak me.
All right, let's go!

Everybody pick a bird! We're
going to the port launch bay!

What's the latest, Dee?

A lot of confusion.

I keep getting these weird reports
about equipment malfunctions.

Why is that weird?

It's the number
of malfunctions.

One report said an entire
Battlestar lost power

just before it came
in contact with the enemy.

They said it was like someone
just turned off a switch.

Cylon formation ahead.

We're down to two confirmed Cylons now.
Approaching visual range.

Okay, Boomer, we'll take it
from here. You back way off.

Roger that.

All right, boys and girls, you
break into attack formation.

There might only be two of them, but I
want you to stick with your wingman

and do not get overconfident.

HELO: Anybody know what
these things look like?

BOOMER: Pictures I've seen
of the old Cylon fighters

were sort of like
a big flying wing.

HELO: Those pictures
are 40 years old.

Okay, keep the chatter down.
BOOMER: CAG, Boomer.

We've got a lot more contacts showing up.
Looks like a couple of squadrons, at least.

All Vipers, weapons free.

Let's go get 'em.

(HUMMING)

(STATIC)

What the...

I've lost power.

Jolly. Jolly, take over.

Jolly, can you read me?

What are they doing?

I don't know.
They're going straight in.

Com chatter's gone.
They're not talking anymore.

CAG, Boomer.

CAG, Boomer. Do you read?

Boomer, this is CAG.

If you can hear me they must've done
something to our computer system.

Some sort of electronic jamming.
I've never seen anything like this.

There's no cockpits.

Nobody's flying these things.

Oh, my God.

(CAG SCREAMING)

No!

(ALARM BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Boomer, get us out of here!
Right.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

PILOT: Once again, we are processing
the information that we have been given,

and I urge you all
to try to stay calm.

As we get more information,
I will pass it along to you.

We appreciate your patience.
Thank you.

What's going on?
I'm not sure.

Any luck over there, Captain?

APOLLO: No, just picking up
a lot of confusing chatter.

Well, to be honest with you, I'm
kind of glad you're sticking around.

Makes us all feel better
just seeing you out there.

Well, don't get
too comfortable.

This old junker I'm in was
meant for show, not combat.

If we run into a problem, I'll
do what I can to protect you.

But the first sign of trouble, you
pour on the speed and you run.

Don't you worry about that.
I got my hand on the throttle.

It hasn't left since I got
that first message.

Colonial Heavy 798 out.

Two missiles now.

Jam the warheads!
I'm trying.

Can't find their frequency.
Drop a swallow.

Got two left.

Damn it. Come on!

Ah, frak!
What?

Check the screen ahead.
Guess we found the main fight.

(RAPID BEEPING)

Missile lock!
We got one left.

(HELO YELLING)

We're hit!
Oh, really?

(AIR HISSING)

Helo? Hey!

(HISSING STOPS)

Are you okay?
Present!

Stay with me.

Okay, we have a fuel leak. We
have to put down and repair it.

Nearest world is Caprica. Lot of
company between us and there.

Yeah.

(ALARM BEEPING)

(SILENCE)

So we're cruising?

Best way to avoid attracting attention. No
power signature, go in a straight line.

Unless somebody actually gets
close enough to see us,

we just look like a chunk
of debris on the sensors.

I think we have enough inertia to
make it to Caprica's ionosphere.

Then we power up
and find a place to land.

(PANTING) Nice.
Nice thinking there.

Preliminary reports indicate

a thermo-nuclear device
in the 50-megaton range.

(ON SPEAKER) was detonated over
Caprica City 30 minutes ago.

Nuclear detonations have been reported
on the planets Arilon, Picon,

Sagittarian and Geminon.

No reports of casualties,
but they will be high.

How many people
in Caprica City alone?

Seven million.
Mourn the dead later.

Right now, the best thing we can do,
is get this ship into the fight.

Yes?
Excuse me.

One of the passengers
has a shortwave wireless.

They've heard a report
that Caprica has been nuked.

It has, hasn't it?

Caprica and three
other colonies.

I guess I...

I should go make an
announcement or something.

I'll do it. I'm a member
of the political cabinet.

It's my responsibility.

While I'm doing that,
I would ask that you

contact the Ministry of Civil Defense,
and see what we can do to help.

Including the colonies
of Caprica,

(ALL GASPING)

Picon...
WOMAN: Oh, my God.

Arilon and Tauron.

MAN 1: What about Tauron?
MAN 2: What about Geminon?

Anything on Geminon?
My kids are on Geminon!

Okay, stop, stop!
Please, stop!

Please, I'm trying to reach
the government right now,

to get more information.

In the meantime,
we should all be prepared

for an extended stay
aboard this ship.

So you, please, and you,

take an inventory of the
emergency supplies and rations.

Hey, wait a minute.
Who put you in charge?

Well, that's a good question.
The answer is no one.

But this is a government ship,

and I am the senior government
official, so that puts me in charge.

So why don't you help me out and
go down into the cargo area

and see about setting it up
as a living space.

Everyone else, please,
please try and stay calm.

Thank you.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

All right, this is
the passenger manifest.

Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah.

My parents moved to Picon
two months ago

to be closer to my sisters and their
families and their grandkids and...

Um...

Madam Secretary,
we've got your comlink.

Yeah.

FISK ON RADIO: Thank God
you're not here, Laura. Thank God.

- Jack.
- I've never seen anything like it.

Where is the President?
Dust in the air,

thousands of people wandering the streets.
Where is the President, Jack?

Is he alive?

I don't know. I think so.
We hear all kinds of things.

Have the Cylons made any demands?
Do we know what they want?

No. No contact.
I'm pretty sure about that.

Has anyone discussed...

Has anyone discussed
the possibility of surrender?

- Has it been considered?
- After Picon was nuked,

the President offered a
completeunconditional surrender.

The Cylons
didn't even respond.

Colonial Heavy 798.

Where?

(RAPID BEEPING)

What should we do?

Copy that.

The Cylons have found us.
There's an inbound missile.

Where the hell
did our escort go?

Krypter, krypter, krypter.

This is Apollo
to Colonial Heavy 798.

I'm declaring an emergency.
Flight systems are off-line.

Need assistance.

(EXPLOSION)

(TOOLS RATTLING)

(EXPLOSION)

That's six.

How you coming on that fuel line?
Almost there.

We'll be airborne pretty soon.

Okay, that should do it.
Sharon.

HELO: Grab your sidearm.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Helo...
Just stand your ground.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Captain, are you all right?

I'm fine.

My name's Aaron Doral.
I met you before.

Took some publicity photos
with you and your father.

What are these things?

Electric pulse generators
from the Galactica.

Really? That's interesting.

Captain, I can't tell you
how glad I am to see you.

Oh? Why is that?

Personally, I'd feel a lot better if someone
qualified were in charge around here.

Is something wrong
with your pilot? No.

It's just that he's not
the one giving orders.

This is... It's a bad
situation, isn't it, sir?

Yes, it is.
Right.

What if we transfer the "L"
containers from Bay 3 to Bay 4?

Then we would have
1, 2 and 3 for passengers.

Yeah, that's doable.

That's a lot of heavy lifting
without dock loaders.

ROSLIN: A little hard work
is just what the people need right now.

Captain,
good to see you again.

Likewise. Thanks for the lift.
You should thank her.

Start the cargo transfer
and prep Bay 3 for survivors.

PILOT: Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry. Survivors?

As soon as the attack began,

the government ordered a full
stop on all civilian vessels,

so now we've got hundreds of
stranded ships in the solar system.

Some are lost, some are
damaged, some are losing power.

We have enough space on this ship
to accommodate up to 500 people,

and we're going to need
every bit of it.

But we don't even know what the
tactical situation is out there.

The tactical situation is that
we are losing, right, Captain?

Right. So we pick up as
many people as we can,

we try to find a safe haven
to put down.

Captain, I'd like you to look
over the navigational charts

for a likely place to hide
from the Cylons. That's all.

Lady's in charge.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

That's as close as you get, okay?
Let's just settle down here.

Settle down,
and no one gets hurt.

I've gotta get on board.
I'll give you 50,000 cubits.

WOMAN: Sixty thousand!
We're not taking money!

This isn't a rescue ship.

This is a military vessel
and we're not taking money.

WOMAN: Please! You've gotta take my nephew!
We are not taking money.

MAN: Please!
Take the children!

WOMAN:
What about the children?

MAN: What about my wife? WOMAN:
Yeah, what about the children?

All right, all right, all right!
Children first. Children.

MAN: Go ahead, baby, go ahead.
WOMAN: How many are there?

MAN 1: There's still room, right?
MAN 2: What about us?

All right, we can take three more people.
MAN: Three?

That's the maximum load
if we're gonna break orbit.

Who chooses the three, you?
No one chooses. No one.

Lottery.

Everyone gets a number. We put the
numbers in a box, take out three.

- That's it. No arguing, no appeal.
MAN: How can we trust you?

And I will shoot the first person
who tries to board before then.

Helo, get your flight manual
and tear out the pages.

MAN ON PA: Attention. Inbound dradis
contact, rated highly probable enemy fighter.

All hands stand by
for battle maneuvers.

Launch Vipers.
Vipers clear to launch.

Joker, this is Shooter.
I have control. Stand by.

SHOOTER:
Viper 1104, clear forward.

Nav-con green.

Interval check.

Mag-cat ready.

Tube door open.

Thrust positive and good luck.

Interval check.

Thrusters positive.

Stand by.

Thrusters fluctuating.
Abort takeoff.

STARBUCK: Frak,
Viper 8547, copy that.

Throttle down, tube safe.
Roger, Viper.

Frak! Get me outta here!
Go, go, go!

TYROL: Get the bird out.
Cally, Prosna, on the nose.

Next two, wing push.
Last two, guide.

Okay, move, move!

Ladder's on. Get her outta there! Cally,
Prosna, figure out what's going on.

Three frakking aborts, Chief?
We're on it, sir.

It's the pressure reg valve again.
We should pull it.

PROSNA: We can't.
We don't have a spare.

Bow up half.

Forward left, one quarter.
Stern right full.

MAN ON PA: Inbound enemy
contact bearing 247,

range 115 closing.

Let's go!
Come on, let's go!

We should pull the valve
and bypass the whole system.

We can't do that.
The relay will blow.

It'll hold, I'm telling you.
Just pull the valve!

MALE PILOT: Firing. Miss!

FEMALE PILOT: Watch it, watch it.
- Engines all ahead full.

Ahead full, sir.
Engines report ahead full.

MALE PILOT: I got him. Terra's
got him. Terra's got him! No!

I can't get a shot.
I can't get a shot!

Vipers, stay in formation.
I can't get a lock.

Oh, wait. I got him,
I got him.

STARBUCK: Come on!
Ready!

TYROL: Clear the tube!
Let's go! Get her in.

TYROL: Move, move!

(HUMMING)

Oh, frak me!

He's irradiating some weapon
at me, but it doesn't seem to have any effect.

All Vipers, systems are go.

Hold it together, guys.
Come on.

(ALARM BEEPING)

I'm all right!

(ALARM BEEPING)
Radiological alarm.

He's got nukes.

Come on!

Galactica, you've got an inbound nuke.
All Vipers, break,

break, break!
Brace for contact, my friend.

I haven't heard that
in a while.

(PEOPLE YELLING)

STARBUCK ON RADIO:
Galactica, Starbuck.

The forward section of the port
flight pod has sustained heavy damage.

Galactica, you've got
violent decompressions

all along the port flight pod.
Do you read me, Galactica?

Radiation levels
within norms.

The hull plating kept out
most of the hard stuff.

Sir, port stern thrusters are locked open.
All bow thrusters non-responsive.

We're in an uncontrolled
lateral counterclockwise spin.

Send a DC party
up to aux control

and have them cut all the fuel
lines to the stern thruster.

Okay, we have got buckled supports
all along the port flight pod

and chain reaction
decompressions

occurring everywhere
forward of frame 250.

That's a problem.

Saul, take personal command
of the DC units.

Me?

Sir, the stern thruster's still
locked open. We need you.

You're either the XO
or you're not.

MAN:
Casualty list to sick bay.

- Sir.
MAN ON PA: Sick bay is cut off.

WOMAN ON PA: Attention. All decks
switch emergency power relays

to positive and low.

(GROANS)

MAN: Go, guys, go!
Move it! Go!

MAN: Chief,
we're losing pressure.

The port pod, it's buckling.
We need help!

MAN: Report.

We've got structural buckling
all along this line.

We've gotta get
those fires out!

I know. Fire suppressors
are down.

Water main is down.

I'm trying to fight this fire
with handheld gear.

We've got another decompression
heading toward the port pod.

What are your orders, sir?

Sir?

All right, listen.

I need you to get the rest of your
DC teams down from the landing bay.

Give them a hand.
No time.

Seal off everything
forward of frame 30

and start an emergency vent
of all compartments.

Wait, I've got over a hundred
people trapped up behind frame 34.

I just need a minute to get them out.
If we don't seal it off now,

we're gonna lose a lot more
than a hundred men.

Seal it off. Now.

They just need a minute!

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!

All hands, seal off

all bulkheads 25 through 40.
It's an order.

Get out of here now! Go!

We gotta vent the compartment!

(ALL COUGHING)

Venting complete.
Fires are out.

If they remembered their training,
then they had their suits on

and they were braced
for possible vent action.

There's a lot of rooks
in there.

No one's a rookie anymore.

127. One, two, seven.

Here.

Thank the Lords of Kobol.
Thank you.

Thank you, thank you.

BOOMER: Last one.

Forty-seven.

(PEOPLE GROANING)

Forty-seven.
MAN: Ls that yours?

Excuse me, I forgot my glasses.
I must've left them somewhere.

Could you please
read this for me?

Hey. Aren't you Gaius Baltar?

I haven't done anything.
MAN: Hey, I told you that was him.

This lady has ticket
number 47. This lady here.

Could you come up here, please?
Yeah. Excuse me.

What are you doing?

I'm giving up my seat.

Like hell.

A civilian should
take my place.

You're going.

Look at those clouds.
Sharon, look at those clouds

and tell me this isn't
the end of everything.

Helo.
Whatever future is left

is going to depend
on whoever survives.

Give me one reason why I'm a better choice
than one of the greatest minds of our time.

Helo.
You can do this without me.

I know you can.
You've proven it.

Get on board.
MAN: What?

(PEOPLE PROTESTING)

I think you better go.

Stay back, stay back.
It's over. It's over!

HELO: Stay back.
Stay back. Stay back.

It's over! It's over!

It's over!

Get down! Get down!

(SCREAMS)

MAN ON RADIO: This is an
official Colonial government broadcast.

All ministers and officials
should now go to case orange.

Repeat.

This is an official
Colonial government broadcast.

All ministers and officials
should now go to case orange.

It's an automated message.

It's designed to be sent out
in case the President,

the Vice President and most of the
cabinet are dead or incapacitated.

I need you to send my ID code
back on the exact same frequency.

Yes, ma'am.

"D" as in dog,

dash 4, 5, 6,

dash 3, 4, 5,

dash "A" as in apple.

Thank you.

How far down?

Forty-third in line
of succession.

I know all 42 ahead of me,
from the President down.

Most of us served with him
in the first administration.

Some of them came with him
from the mayor's office.

I was there with him
on his first campaign.

I never really liked politics. I kept
telling myself I was getting out,

but he had this way about him.

Just couldn't say no to him.

Thank you.

(SNIFFS)

We'll need a priest.

Please raise you right hand
and repeat after me.

"I, Laura Roslin..."

I, Laura Roslin...

"do now avow and affirm..."

do now avow and affirm...

"that I take the office of the President
of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol..."

that I accept
the office of the...

That I accept the office of the President
of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol...

"and that I will protect and defend
the sovereignty of the Colonies..."

and that I will protect and defend
the sovereignty of the Colonies...

"with every fiber
of my being."

with every fiber
of my being.

MAN ON PA: Attention.

Loose, one EMC electrical
conduit on decks 15 and 16.

Use extreme caution.

Loose, one EMC electrical
conduit on decks 15 and 16.

Use extreme caution.

What was the final count?

Twenty-six walked out.
Eighty-five didn't.

There's a munitions depot
at Ragnar anchorage.

Boy, it's a super bitch
to anchor a ship there.

The book says that there are 50 pallets
of class "D" warheads in storage there.

They should also have all the missiles
and small arms munitions we need.

Go verify that.
Sir.

TYROL: Do you know how many
we lost? - Yes.

Set up a temporary morgue
in hangar bay "B."

Forty seconds, sir.

All I needed was 40 seconds.

Eighty-five of my people.

I told...

I told that son of a bitch.

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.

Forty seconds, sir.

Resume your post, Chief.

Munitions depot confirmed,
but we have two problems.

One: The Ragnar station is at least
three days away at best speed.

Two: The entire Cylon fleet
is between here and there.

Specialist.
MAN: Sir?

Bring me our position.
Yes, sir.

You don't want to do this.
I know I don't.

Because any sane man wouldn't.
It's been, what, 20, 22 years?

We trained for this.
Training is one thing

but if we're off on our
calculations by even a few degrees,

we could end up in the middle of the sun.
No choice.

Colonel Tigh, please plot a
hyperlight jump from our position

to the orbit of Ragnar.

Yes, sir.

Priority message, sir.

TIGH: Engineering, spin up
FTL drives one and two.

MAN: Spinning up FTL drives
one and two.

Lieutenant Gaeta, break out the FTL
tables and warm up the computers.

We are making a jump.
Admiral Nagala is dead.

Battlestar Atlantia
has been destroyed.

So has the Triton,
Solaria, Columbia.

The list goes on.

Who's the senior officer?
Who's in command?

Send a message to all
the Colonial military units.

Use priority channel one.

Message begins,

"Am taking command of fleet."

PILOT: Geminon Liner 1701,
this is Colonial Heavy 798.

No, strike that.
This is Colonial One.

MAN ON RADIO: Go ahead,
Colonial One. We have you in sight.

Will approach your starboard
docking hatch.

Copy that, Colonial One.
Thank the Lords of Kobol you're here.

We've been without main power
for over two hours now.

What is it?

"To all Colonial units.
Am taking command of fleet."

"All units ordered to
rendezvous at Ragnar anchorage"

"for regroup
and counterattack."

"Acknowledge by same
encryption protocol."

"Adama."

Captain Apollo,
please inform Commander Adama

that we are currently involved
in rescue operations

and we require
his assistance.

Ask him how many hospital beds
he has available

and how long
it will take him to get here.

I...
Yes?

I'm not sure he's going to respond
very well to that request.

Then tell him

this comes directly from the
President of the Twelve Colonies,

and it's not a request.

Yes, sir. And, sir,

Apollo's just my call sign.
My name is Lee Adama.

I know who you are.

But "Captain Apollo" has a nice
ring to it, don't you think?

Is this a joke?

Are they within voice range?
Yes, sir.

Colonial One, Galactica.

Galactica Actual
wishes to speak with Apollo.

This is Apollo.
Go ahead, Actual.

Sir.

Hey, are you...
ls your ship all right?

We're both fine.
Thanks for asking.

Is your ship's FTL
functioning?

That's affirmative.

Then you're ordered to bring
yourself and all of your passengers

to the rendezvous point.
Acknowledge.

Acknowledge... receipt
of message.

What the hell
does that mean?

It means I heard you.

You're gonna have to do a lot
better than that, Captain.

APOLLO ON RADIO: We're engaged
in rescue operations.

You are to abort
your mission immediately

and proceed to Ragnar.

The President has given
me a direct order.

You're talking about
the Secretary of Education.

We're in the middle of a war,

and you're taking orders
from a schoolteacher?

(COMPUTER BEEPING)

We got trouble.

Stand by, Galactica. What?

Inbound Cylon fighters.

How long
till they get here?

ETA, two minutes.

He's right.
We have to go now.

No.

We can't defend
this ship again...

We're not going to abandon
all these people.

But, sir, if we stay in... I've
made my decision, Captain.

You're the President.

All right, then.

Permission to go below?

(CREW CHATTERING)

Sir, we have a remote sensor telemetry
at Captain Apollo's location

and two enemy fighters closing
in on their coordinates.

Colonial One,
this is Galactica.

Apollo, you have inbound enemy
fighters coming toward you.

Get out of there!
Apollo! Apollo!

Lee, get... Lee!

(STATIC)

Fifty-kiloton
thermo-nuclear detonation.

Cylons moving off, sir.