Battlestar Galactica (2004–2009): Season 2, Episode 15 - Scar - full transcript
The fleet has discovered an asteroid field with a large ore deposit, enough to construct at least two new squadrons of vipers. But the Cylons know about it and behind every rock there could be a raider. Since the destruction of the Resurrection ship they changed their tactics from mass to sneak attacks. Several pilots are already dead and especially raider Scar is feared. Meanwhile Starbuck hasn't been herself lately. She drinks a lot, thinks much about Anders and is getting irritated by Kat. She continually challenges her, beats her record in training and calls her the next Tigh. Both claim they will hunt down Scar. 200 cubits and the precious Top Gun trophy, currently in Starbuck's possession, are at stake.
Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.
Frak me.
Are you alive?
It's probably a Cylon itself.
More of an animal, maybe,
than the human models.
Maybe they genetically
design it to perform a task.
To be a fighter.
Why defend...
For no frakking reason!
Knock it off! Knock it off!
Get the hell out of here now.
I am so sick of her.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
No!
What the hell happened? Kat's
made the trap a hundred times!
Let me go! Give me those.
What is this? Oh, my God!
Stims.
And by the look of her she's
been taking them by the handful.
I was burnt out.
I started taking stims.
I was so stupid.
As soon as I get back to Galactica
I'll send a rescue party.
Yeah, right.
If I say I'm gonna
do something, I do it.
Count on it.
My kind of woman.
The Resistance Base Camp
is here.
Three hundred clicks north
of the only Cylon air base
in the area.
I respect what you're trying
to do here, however...
We have a duty
to the people we left behind.
We understand that.
We have to find a way to jump back
to Caprica and go get those...
Kara!
Entering Sector 2-5-9.
Keep your eyes open, Kat. This
is where BB and Jo-Jo bought it.
Come on out, Scar, you ugly Cylon
son of a bitch. Let's party.
I don't think
he's going to RSVP, Kat.
He prefers surprise parties.
Yeah? Well, he'll be surprised
when I blow his ass apart.
Yeah, that'll be the day.
Kassie. Kassie?
Wasn't that her name?
Whose name?
Reilly's girlfriend.
You know, Kat, I told you
I have no frakking idea.
So give it a rest, all right?
Reilly's dead
for one very simple reason.
He couldn't control his fear.
Yeah, poor idiot cut and ran.
Gave the toaster
a free shot up his ass.
Scar spooked him.
He saw
that motherfrakker's red eye
coming straight for him
and he panicked.
Reilly was a good stick.
A little short on guts,
but a good stick.
Beano had plenty.
Took Cally an hour
to clean out his cockpit.
Hey, does anybody remember the
name of Reilly's girlfriend?
No.
Karen, I think.
Died on Picon. Karen?
No. Was it Kathy? Kathy?
You guys, what does it matter?
Gonna hold
a little prayer circle,
good cry, the whole thing?
Actually, it does matter.
Hi.
Hey! This is Ensign Baxton.
Ensign Clark.
And I guess
we're your new bunkmates.
Welcome.
We just finished
Viper training on Pegasus.
Ready to kick some Cylon butt.
So was Beano.
Who's Beano?
Here.
Oh, Scar is gonna smoke you
like a fine cigar, my man.
Who's Scar?
Not who, what.
The toasters' top gun. Deadliest
Raider in the Cylon fleet.
Give me a break. What, they're machines.
One's the same as the next.
Yeah, that's what we thought, till
Captain Thrace cut the brain out of one.
Scar's the best they got.
Lot of pilots died
going after that bastard.
Why do they call him Scar?
Oh, you'll find out
soon enough.
He's got a taste for nuggets.
Easy pickings.
Whoa! Hold up, Starbuck.
I think I got something. The Big Spud.
Lower rim. You see that?
Negative.
There was a time you would
have noticed that before me.
Fine, you're the shooter.
You gotta keep up.
Kat, please, don't screw up.
So, how does Scar take out an
experienced pilot like Beano?
- He hides...
- He hides
behind an asteroid, or the
debris field that you've ignored
because it looked like
a bunch of harmless rocks.
You see, Scar doesn't like to fight
till the odds are on his side.
And then, suddenly,
out of nowhere, barn.
He pops out,
blows you to pieces.
And then jumps away
before you can return fire.
Well, if you ask me,
I think Scar's a coward.
This isn't dueling pistols
at dawn, this is war.
You never wanna fight fair.
You wanna sneak up
behind your enemy
and club him over the head.
You see, Scar understands that.
And so do I.
So that's why
I'm gonna kill him.
You?
Starbuck, you can barely walk.
Look who's talking.
Stim junkie.
Whoa.
You know, I wouldn't be calling anybody
a junkie if I were you, Starbuck.
Not with the way you've been
pounding back that booze lately.
One Tigh on this ship's enough.
Well, I got...
I got 200 here, says I nail
Scar's chrome-plated ass.
And when I do,
you hand that top gun over to
me and pour me my first drink.
PILOT 13 All right, Kat!
Your lips will never
touch the rim, little girl.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
We'll see.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
You're no better!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Maybe you should slow down.
Maybe.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Maybe not.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Starbuck! Starbuck! Starbuck!
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Coming in hot.
Check your speed!
Speed, 250!
Oh, yeah, it's got to be Scar.
Found your hiding place,
you little frakker.
Starbuck,
kiss your 200 goodbye!
This guy's mine!
Something's definitely wrong.
That can't be Scar.
He should be jumping
or wheeling a gun at us.
I'll check our tails.
Frak!
Frak! I'm hit!
Starbuck!
I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit!
See, Beano opened fire
too early.
You guys,
you've gotta fill the
windscreen with the sucker
or you're not going to hit him.
See, look.
He's still not close enough.
Beano's already dead.
He just doesn't know it yet.
Do any of you guys see
where he went wrong?
There, you see that glint?
There.
That's a Raider.
If Beano hadn't fixated on his
target, he'd have seen that.
Was it Scar?
There he is, boys and girls.
There's the motherfrakker
I'm gonna kill.
I'm afraid this is one of those "good
news, bad news" conversations.
Bad news first.
The mining ship's broken
another drill bit.
We need to extend again.
Another eight days.
Eight more days.
Son of a bitch.
They've just discovered an
incredibly rich vein of ore.
Enough to build two entire
squadrons of Vipers.
I can't walk away from that.
What's the good news?
The Pegasus production team has just
turned out its first combat-ready Viper.
We are beginning
to replace our losses.
Are they gonna be able
to replace pilots as well?
Let's review
the tactical situation.
Four weeks ago, our mining
ship struck pay dirt
on this asteroid.
A pile of strategic metals
that we need
to build new ships.
Since we're sitting ducks until
the miners finish the job,
the old man has sent the Fleet
out of harm's way
under the protection
of Pegasus.
Our job is to stay behind
and protect the miners.
Unfortunately, this star system
is full of rocks and dust.
Dradis cannot tell the rocks
from the bad guys,
so our only reliable system
of detection is...
Our eyeballs.
Which means we have to put
those eyeballs way out there.
Split up,
cover a huge perimeter.
We'll be patrolling the area
in divisions of four
at these picket points.
Twos. We're going
in sections of twos.
Are you planning the ops
for me now, too?
CAG wants us to spread out
to control a larger area.
It's right here
in the briefings.
You're right.
So we do go in twos.
Great.
You ask her to spread out...
Scar and his buddies are out
there, looking for easy kills.
Let's not give them any.
This operation is vital
to the long-term survival
of this Fleet.
Yes, it is.
And we'll continue
to support it.
They're grinding us down
Viper by Viper.
Why have they stopped
coming at us en masse?
Is it because we destroyed
their Resurrection ship?
Starbuck's working on that.
You know,
Scar has probably died
and been reborn a dozen times.
You may have faced him before.
So what, Raiders
reincarnate, just like you?
Yeah. Just like me.
Great.
What a frakking world.
A Raider's much like
a trained animal,
with basic consciousness
and survival instinct.
You know, but with the destruction
of the Resurrection ship,
when they die,
they're really dead.
So, they're not gonna
mount mass attacks
where they could have
major casualties.
Raiders reincarnate.
Makes sense, doesn't it?
It takes months for you
to train a nugget
into an effective Viper pilot.
And then they get killed and
then you lose your experience,
their knowledge,
their skill sets,
it's gone forever.
So, if you could bring them back
and put them in a brand new body,
wouldn't you do it?
'Cause death then becomes
a learning experience.
How... How many pilots
have we lost?
I mean, have you lost?
You know, there are times
when I look at you
and I forget what you are.
All I see is
that kid
that spooched her landings
day after day.
The kid that was
frakking the Chief
and thinking she was
getting away with it.
Yeah, I remember.
You were like a big sister.
Kara,
be careful of Scar, okay?
He's filled with rage.
About what?
Dying's a painful
and traumatic experience.
Every time he's reborn, he's
filled with more bitter memories.
Scar hates you every bit
as much as you hate him.
A Raider is
a squirmy son of a bitch.
You won't be able to keep him in your
sights for more than two seconds,
so you have to deliver a killing
burst within that time,
or he will turn and nail you.
All that yanking and banking
gives you one hell
of a case of vertigo.
And that is what
this chair simulates.
All right, JO-JO!
- Come on.
- Come on, Jo-Jo.
Come on, Jo-Jo. Let's go.
He's not looking too great.
Hang in there. Come on.
Hit him, hit him.
Tough stuff. Go!
Hey, hey, hey-
Jo-Jo, up, up, UP!
Time!
Not bad.
At least he hit the target.
Well, that's a lot better
than I did the first time.
I think I took out
that clock over there.
So, what's the all-time record?
Four hits on the X-ring.
Are you kidding? Who did that?
I did.
Mind if I give it a shot,
for old times' sake?
Be my guest.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Come on, now, Kat.
- Two seconds.
- Go, Kat. Come on, Kat!
- Go, Kat. Get him!
- Time!
Five. Yes!
Whoa! All right! Way to go!
Frak! I'm hit! I'm hit!
Starbuck!
I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit! Kat.
Starbuck,
where the hell are you?
Starbuck, I lost visual on you.
Starbuck, what's your position?
Primary and secondary
hydraulics are bent.
I can deal with it!
Starbuck, I got no visual
on you! Where you at?
Forget it, Kat. Scar is mine.
Don't be an idiot, Starbuck!
What's your position?
Yeah,
you remember me, don't you?
You want my ass so bad you can taste it.
Well, keep coming!
'Cause I guaran-frakking-tee you I
will put you down this time, for good!
One more.
Come on, Starbuck,
let's go. Get it up.
Why are you pushing so hard?
Kat's just another hotshot
kid out to make her bones.
Like you were
before you met Anders.
You ever think about him?
What's the point?
He's dead.
Kara,
if you didn't think he had
a chance of surviving,
Why'd you promise to return
with a rescue party?
I thought I was...
I don't know what I thought.
Captain Thrace,
if Scar jumps us out there...
Keep your eyes open
so he can't.
But if I screw up
and he bushwhacks me,
what do I do then?
Come on.
They drilled this into you over and over
and over again at basic air combat.
I know, sir, but Scar
is something I'm not...
Scar is no different
than any other attacker.
If he comes at you,
turn into him.
Get closer, pull the trigger.
Into him. Get closer. Pull the trigger.
Thank you, sir.
Don't run, or you'll die.
Right.
What are you waiting for?
Nothing, sir.
Come here.
Come here, I wanna talk to you.
Now listen to me.
You're flying Duck's wing
today, Baxton, right?
Yes. Call sign BB, sir.
Okay, Duck's one of our
best pilots that we got.
Okay, so just do what he
says, and you'll be fine.
Just don't let the Raiders
get anywhere near the miners.
Okay. Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
Go get them, Tiger.
Starbuck.
That kid needs more
than a pat on the ass
and a textbook quote
about tactics, okay?
You wanna be the wet-nurse, go right
ahead, all right. Be my guest.
His jacket says he's a
qualified Viper jock,
so I either fly him or I ground
him and then we go up short.
What's it gonna be?
Your call, Kat.
Galactica, Starbuck.
Wilco return to base.
Roger that, Starbuck.
BB, Duck.
Four Raiders from behind the
rock at left ten, coming hard.
Looks like Scar.
Duck, BB, what do we do?
We don't have enough fuel to mix it up.
We bug out, BB.
Let our relief deal with them.
We're going home.
Negative. Starbuck said to
turn into any attack. Weapons hot.
You're bingo fuel.
Don't attack, you idiot.
Gods damn it, BB, this
is the frakking exception.
Abort and reform!
Duck, Starbuck. Position?
Four-two alpha,
behind the Big Spud.
We need a hand,
right frakking now.
You're on your own, Duck.
Everybody's way out of range.
Duck, be there in six minutes.
Duck, Kat. Eight minutes, out.
Duck, they're on my six!
Oh, my Gods.
Duck!
It's all right, Jo-Jo.
Verify PC-2 pressure zero,
throttles closed, oxygen generator
and master switches off.
Check. Shutdown complete.
Nothing you could do, Captain.
Too far away.
Nice work, Starbuck.
What the hell happened to BB?
What happened?
He did exactly what you
told him to do, Captain.
Him and Duck had bingo fuel
and a head start home,
but instead, that FNG
turned and attacked.
Scar lit him up
like a pinwheel.
Why'd he try to
take on Scar by himself?
Stupid idiot.
"Try to run and you're dead."
I heard you. You drilled that
into that poor moron's head.
You know what?
You and I both know that
99% of the time
that is the right move.
Not this time.
You know what gets me?
I know that in two weeks
I won't remember his face.
I can't remember any of their
faces after they're killed.
No matter how hard I
try, they just fade.
I don't even remember
their names.
The names.
Well, let's see,
there was Flattop,
who bought it on
his thousandth landing.
There was Chuckles.
Stop it, all right?
Please, it's not funny.
All right.
It's not funny. It is funny.
You know, the President says
that we're saving humanity
for a bright, shiny future
on Earth
that you and I are
never gonna see.
We're not. Because we go out
over and over again,
until some day,
some metal motherfrakker
is gonna catch us on a bad day
and just blow us away.
Bright, shiny futures
are overrated, anyway.
That's why
we got to get what we can
right now.
I'll drink to that.
To right now.
So why don't we?
Why don't we what?
Hey, wait a minute. What?
Wait a minute.
Ow! Hey, slow down.
Whoa. This isn't a race.
Kara, what's going on?
What's going on?
What's wrong with you?
All right?
Okay, you know what? I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna know.
Hey! What about us?
There is no "us". All right?
I just wanted a good lay.
There is nothing here.
Do you get that?
Nothing! Sure.
My Gods!
Hey.
Well, that's just great.
Frak or fight, huh?
Okay, maybe I am
just a quick lay,
but, Kara,
I'm also your friend.
I am hung up
on a dead guy, okay?
And it is pissing me off.
And I don't know
what I'm doing.
Anders, right? On Caprica.
The resistance fighter.
Yeah, well, Samuel's dead,
so what does it matter?
Oh, Kara, please, for once in your life...
I don't need your pity, Lee.
You haven't got my pity!
Listen, you are fine. You are
fine with the dead guys.
It's the living ones
you can't deal with.
There you are. I got
visual on you, Starbuck.
I'm inbound about 15 out.
Now!
All right, Scar, let's see
how much you like playing chicken
when you can't downward,
you bitch.
How's it feel, you bastard?
One of us is gonna have to break
away first and it isn't gonna be me.
Starbuck, wake up! He's a machine!
He's not gonna break!
You're committing suicide,
Starbuck!
In two-on-two engagements,
Cylon Raiders like to isolate
individual Vipers,
and then gang up on one,
hoping to kill it before his wingman
has a chance to protect him.
Captain.
Which is exactly what happened
to Jo-Jo 20 minutes ago.
- Oh, no.
- Frak me.
Was it Scar?
The bastard smoked Jo-Jo and jumped
away in less than 15 seconds
before his wingman
could get a shot off.
And where were you?
What?
Flight schedule had you flying
lead for Jo-Jo on that patrol, so,
Why'd you assign Snake
to take your place?
Was it too early in the
morning for you, Starbuck?
What exactly are you
trying to say, Lieutenant?
What I'm trying to say,
Captain,
is maybe if you weren't up
all night drinking,
Jo-Jo would have
still been here.
Shut up.
Give us the room.
What is it with you, Katraine?
Ever since I got back, you have
been on my ass like a bad rash.
You know, coming in late for a
briefing 'cause you're hung over,
that's bad enough,
but when you back out
on a mission...
I put Snake in my place because I was
in no condition to fly and I knew that.
You see, unlike you,
I don't take a bunch of pills
and then climb
in my cockpit so wired
that I can't land
the frakking ship.
Starbuck,
you're an embarrassment.
You used to be the hottest
stick on the Fleet.
Now,
you're just a reckless drunk who sends
other people out to get killed.
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Are you going to hit me,
Starbuck?
It scares you, doesn't it?
Actually, no.
You're afraid
most of the time, Kat.
You're afraid that
you're going to end up
like that picture
of Reilly's girlfriend.
Some little
forgotten picture
that nobody really remembers.
You see, that's why
you're riding my ass so hard.
So no one will notice that Scar
scares the living crap
out of you.
Ten-hut!
What's going on?
A little tactical
discussion, sir.
Well, it must have been lively.
All right,
I'm pairing you two up.
Kat, I want you to fly Starbuck's
wing out by the Big Spud.
Sir, I...
I got a hunch a couple Raiders are gonna
try and sneak through that sector,
so I want my heavy hitters
out there to greet them.
Skids up in 49 minutes.
Sir.
Starbuck.
Are you okay?
Entering Sector 2-5-9.
Keep your eyes open, Kat. This
is where BB and Jo-Jo bought it.
Kassie. Kassie?
Maybe that was her name?
You know, Kat, I told you
I have no frakking idea.
So give it a rest, all right?
Whoa, hold up, Starbuck.
You see that?
Oh, yeah, it's got to be Scar.
Something's definitely wrong.
That can't be Scar.
Frak! I'm hit!
Starbuck!
I'm hit, I'm hil', I'm hit'!
Don't be an idiot, Starbuck!
What's your position?
Yeah,
you remember me, don't you?
There you are.
I got visual on you, Starbuck.
I'm inbound about 15 out.
All right, Scar, let's see
how much you like playing chicken
when you can't downward,
you bitch.
How's it feel, you bastard?
One of us is gonna have to break away
first and it isn't going to be me.
Starbuck, I'm inbound
your starboard...
Starbuck, wake up!
He's a machine!
He's not gonna break!
He's a machine!
He's not gonna break!
I do this and you lose.
You're committing suicide,
Starbuck!
I'm coming back.
I said it. I meant it.
Yeah, okay.
Gods damn it!
I am gonna put him
right in front of you.
Do not miss him,
you frakking stim junkie.
That's the way it's done! Yeah!
Let's go home, Skipper!
Captain Starbuck!
Hey, Starbuck.
My cup runneth dry.
Seems I recall somebody boasting that
my lips would never touch this rim?
For you, Kat.
You earned it.
To BB,
Jo-Jo,
Reilly,
Beano,
Dipper,
Flattop.
Chuckles.
Jolly.
Crashdown.
Sheppard.
Dash.
Flyboy-
Stepchild.
Puppet.
Fireball.
To all of them.
So say we all.
So say we all!
So say we all.
I could have done it, you know?
I could have taken out Scar.
Head-on pass, straight for him.
Just needed
to get a little closer.
So why didn't you do it?
I probably would have
died in the process.
The bastard was too good.
A couple months ago, I wouldn't
even have thought about that.
Would have just gone
for the glory,
hoping I could pull it out
of the fire somehow.
Don't be kicking yourself.
You did the right thing and
called in your wingman, okay?
Scar's dead. You and Kat
came back alive.
That's not
why I did it, though.
I can't get Anders
out of my head.
I can't get over this insane
hope that maybe he's alive.
You got something
to live for now,
not just die for.
He's down for the count.
Time out. Okay.
Battlestar Galactica.
Frak me.
Are you alive?
It's probably a Cylon itself.
More of an animal, maybe,
than the human models.
Maybe they genetically
design it to perform a task.
To be a fighter.
Why defend...
For no frakking reason!
Knock it off! Knock it off!
Get the hell out of here now.
I am so sick of her.
What am I doing?
What am I doing?
No!
What the hell happened? Kat's
made the trap a hundred times!
Let me go! Give me those.
What is this? Oh, my God!
Stims.
And by the look of her she's
been taking them by the handful.
I was burnt out.
I started taking stims.
I was so stupid.
As soon as I get back to Galactica
I'll send a rescue party.
Yeah, right.
If I say I'm gonna
do something, I do it.
Count on it.
My kind of woman.
The Resistance Base Camp
is here.
Three hundred clicks north
of the only Cylon air base
in the area.
I respect what you're trying
to do here, however...
We have a duty
to the people we left behind.
We understand that.
We have to find a way to jump back
to Caprica and go get those...
Kara!
Entering Sector 2-5-9.
Keep your eyes open, Kat. This
is where BB and Jo-Jo bought it.
Come on out, Scar, you ugly Cylon
son of a bitch. Let's party.
I don't think
he's going to RSVP, Kat.
He prefers surprise parties.
Yeah? Well, he'll be surprised
when I blow his ass apart.
Yeah, that'll be the day.
Kassie. Kassie?
Wasn't that her name?
Whose name?
Reilly's girlfriend.
You know, Kat, I told you
I have no frakking idea.
So give it a rest, all right?
Reilly's dead
for one very simple reason.
He couldn't control his fear.
Yeah, poor idiot cut and ran.
Gave the toaster
a free shot up his ass.
Scar spooked him.
He saw
that motherfrakker's red eye
coming straight for him
and he panicked.
Reilly was a good stick.
A little short on guts,
but a good stick.
Beano had plenty.
Took Cally an hour
to clean out his cockpit.
Hey, does anybody remember the
name of Reilly's girlfriend?
No.
Karen, I think.
Died on Picon. Karen?
No. Was it Kathy? Kathy?
You guys, what does it matter?
Gonna hold
a little prayer circle,
good cry, the whole thing?
Actually, it does matter.
Hi.
Hey! This is Ensign Baxton.
Ensign Clark.
And I guess
we're your new bunkmates.
Welcome.
We just finished
Viper training on Pegasus.
Ready to kick some Cylon butt.
So was Beano.
Who's Beano?
Here.
Oh, Scar is gonna smoke you
like a fine cigar, my man.
Who's Scar?
Not who, what.
The toasters' top gun. Deadliest
Raider in the Cylon fleet.
Give me a break. What, they're machines.
One's the same as the next.
Yeah, that's what we thought, till
Captain Thrace cut the brain out of one.
Scar's the best they got.
Lot of pilots died
going after that bastard.
Why do they call him Scar?
Oh, you'll find out
soon enough.
He's got a taste for nuggets.
Easy pickings.
Whoa! Hold up, Starbuck.
I think I got something. The Big Spud.
Lower rim. You see that?
Negative.
There was a time you would
have noticed that before me.
Fine, you're the shooter.
You gotta keep up.
Kat, please, don't screw up.
So, how does Scar take out an
experienced pilot like Beano?
- He hides...
- He hides
behind an asteroid, or the
debris field that you've ignored
because it looked like
a bunch of harmless rocks.
You see, Scar doesn't like to fight
till the odds are on his side.
And then, suddenly,
out of nowhere, barn.
He pops out,
blows you to pieces.
And then jumps away
before you can return fire.
Well, if you ask me,
I think Scar's a coward.
This isn't dueling pistols
at dawn, this is war.
You never wanna fight fair.
You wanna sneak up
behind your enemy
and club him over the head.
You see, Scar understands that.
And so do I.
So that's why
I'm gonna kill him.
You?
Starbuck, you can barely walk.
Look who's talking.
Stim junkie.
Whoa.
You know, I wouldn't be calling anybody
a junkie if I were you, Starbuck.
Not with the way you've been
pounding back that booze lately.
One Tigh on this ship's enough.
Well, I got...
I got 200 here, says I nail
Scar's chrome-plated ass.
And when I do,
you hand that top gun over to
me and pour me my first drink.
PILOT 13 All right, Kat!
Your lips will never
touch the rim, little girl.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
We'll see.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
You're no better!
Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Maybe you should slow down.
Maybe.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Maybe not.
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Starbuck! Starbuck! Starbuck!
Starbuck! Starbuck!
Coming in hot.
Check your speed!
Speed, 250!
Oh, yeah, it's got to be Scar.
Found your hiding place,
you little frakker.
Starbuck,
kiss your 200 goodbye!
This guy's mine!
Something's definitely wrong.
That can't be Scar.
He should be jumping
or wheeling a gun at us.
I'll check our tails.
Frak!
Frak! I'm hit!
Starbuck!
I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit!
See, Beano opened fire
too early.
You guys,
you've gotta fill the
windscreen with the sucker
or you're not going to hit him.
See, look.
He's still not close enough.
Beano's already dead.
He just doesn't know it yet.
Do any of you guys see
where he went wrong?
There, you see that glint?
There.
That's a Raider.
If Beano hadn't fixated on his
target, he'd have seen that.
Was it Scar?
There he is, boys and girls.
There's the motherfrakker
I'm gonna kill.
I'm afraid this is one of those "good
news, bad news" conversations.
Bad news first.
The mining ship's broken
another drill bit.
We need to extend again.
Another eight days.
Eight more days.
Son of a bitch.
They've just discovered an
incredibly rich vein of ore.
Enough to build two entire
squadrons of Vipers.
I can't walk away from that.
What's the good news?
The Pegasus production team has just
turned out its first combat-ready Viper.
We are beginning
to replace our losses.
Are they gonna be able
to replace pilots as well?
Let's review
the tactical situation.
Four weeks ago, our mining
ship struck pay dirt
on this asteroid.
A pile of strategic metals
that we need
to build new ships.
Since we're sitting ducks until
the miners finish the job,
the old man has sent the Fleet
out of harm's way
under the protection
of Pegasus.
Our job is to stay behind
and protect the miners.
Unfortunately, this star system
is full of rocks and dust.
Dradis cannot tell the rocks
from the bad guys,
so our only reliable system
of detection is...
Our eyeballs.
Which means we have to put
those eyeballs way out there.
Split up,
cover a huge perimeter.
We'll be patrolling the area
in divisions of four
at these picket points.
Twos. We're going
in sections of twos.
Are you planning the ops
for me now, too?
CAG wants us to spread out
to control a larger area.
It's right here
in the briefings.
You're right.
So we do go in twos.
Great.
You ask her to spread out...
Scar and his buddies are out
there, looking for easy kills.
Let's not give them any.
This operation is vital
to the long-term survival
of this Fleet.
Yes, it is.
And we'll continue
to support it.
They're grinding us down
Viper by Viper.
Why have they stopped
coming at us en masse?
Is it because we destroyed
their Resurrection ship?
Starbuck's working on that.
You know,
Scar has probably died
and been reborn a dozen times.
You may have faced him before.
So what, Raiders
reincarnate, just like you?
Yeah. Just like me.
Great.
What a frakking world.
A Raider's much like
a trained animal,
with basic consciousness
and survival instinct.
You know, but with the destruction
of the Resurrection ship,
when they die,
they're really dead.
So, they're not gonna
mount mass attacks
where they could have
major casualties.
Raiders reincarnate.
Makes sense, doesn't it?
It takes months for you
to train a nugget
into an effective Viper pilot.
And then they get killed and
then you lose your experience,
their knowledge,
their skill sets,
it's gone forever.
So, if you could bring them back
and put them in a brand new body,
wouldn't you do it?
'Cause death then becomes
a learning experience.
How... How many pilots
have we lost?
I mean, have you lost?
You know, there are times
when I look at you
and I forget what you are.
All I see is
that kid
that spooched her landings
day after day.
The kid that was
frakking the Chief
and thinking she was
getting away with it.
Yeah, I remember.
You were like a big sister.
Kara,
be careful of Scar, okay?
He's filled with rage.
About what?
Dying's a painful
and traumatic experience.
Every time he's reborn, he's
filled with more bitter memories.
Scar hates you every bit
as much as you hate him.
A Raider is
a squirmy son of a bitch.
You won't be able to keep him in your
sights for more than two seconds,
so you have to deliver a killing
burst within that time,
or he will turn and nail you.
All that yanking and banking
gives you one hell
of a case of vertigo.
And that is what
this chair simulates.
All right, JO-JO!
- Come on.
- Come on, Jo-Jo.
Come on, Jo-Jo. Let's go.
He's not looking too great.
Hang in there. Come on.
Hit him, hit him.
Tough stuff. Go!
Hey, hey, hey-
Jo-Jo, up, up, UP!
Time!
Not bad.
At least he hit the target.
Well, that's a lot better
than I did the first time.
I think I took out
that clock over there.
So, what's the all-time record?
Four hits on the X-ring.
Are you kidding? Who did that?
I did.
Mind if I give it a shot,
for old times' sake?
Be my guest.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
Come on, now, Kat.
- Two seconds.
- Go, Kat. Come on, Kat!
- Go, Kat. Get him!
- Time!
Five. Yes!
Whoa! All right! Way to go!
Frak! I'm hit! I'm hit!
Starbuck!
I'm hit, I'm hit, I'm hit! Kat.
Starbuck,
where the hell are you?
Starbuck, I lost visual on you.
Starbuck, what's your position?
Primary and secondary
hydraulics are bent.
I can deal with it!
Starbuck, I got no visual
on you! Where you at?
Forget it, Kat. Scar is mine.
Don't be an idiot, Starbuck!
What's your position?
Yeah,
you remember me, don't you?
You want my ass so bad you can taste it.
Well, keep coming!
'Cause I guaran-frakking-tee you I
will put you down this time, for good!
One more.
Come on, Starbuck,
let's go. Get it up.
Why are you pushing so hard?
Kat's just another hotshot
kid out to make her bones.
Like you were
before you met Anders.
You ever think about him?
What's the point?
He's dead.
Kara,
if you didn't think he had
a chance of surviving,
Why'd you promise to return
with a rescue party?
I thought I was...
I don't know what I thought.
Captain Thrace,
if Scar jumps us out there...
Keep your eyes open
so he can't.
But if I screw up
and he bushwhacks me,
what do I do then?
Come on.
They drilled this into you over and over
and over again at basic air combat.
I know, sir, but Scar
is something I'm not...
Scar is no different
than any other attacker.
If he comes at you,
turn into him.
Get closer, pull the trigger.
Into him. Get closer. Pull the trigger.
Thank you, sir.
Don't run, or you'll die.
Right.
What are you waiting for?
Nothing, sir.
Come here.
Come here, I wanna talk to you.
Now listen to me.
You're flying Duck's wing
today, Baxton, right?
Yes. Call sign BB, sir.
Okay, Duck's one of our
best pilots that we got.
Okay, so just do what he
says, and you'll be fine.
Just don't let the Raiders
get anywhere near the miners.
Okay. Yeah.
Thank you, sir.
Go get them, Tiger.
Starbuck.
That kid needs more
than a pat on the ass
and a textbook quote
about tactics, okay?
You wanna be the wet-nurse, go right
ahead, all right. Be my guest.
His jacket says he's a
qualified Viper jock,
so I either fly him or I ground
him and then we go up short.
What's it gonna be?
Your call, Kat.
Galactica, Starbuck.
Wilco return to base.
Roger that, Starbuck.
BB, Duck.
Four Raiders from behind the
rock at left ten, coming hard.
Looks like Scar.
Duck, BB, what do we do?
We don't have enough fuel to mix it up.
We bug out, BB.
Let our relief deal with them.
We're going home.
Negative. Starbuck said to
turn into any attack. Weapons hot.
You're bingo fuel.
Don't attack, you idiot.
Gods damn it, BB, this
is the frakking exception.
Abort and reform!
Duck, Starbuck. Position?
Four-two alpha,
behind the Big Spud.
We need a hand,
right frakking now.
You're on your own, Duck.
Everybody's way out of range.
Duck, be there in six minutes.
Duck, Kat. Eight minutes, out.
Duck, they're on my six!
Oh, my Gods.
Duck!
It's all right, Jo-Jo.
Verify PC-2 pressure zero,
throttles closed, oxygen generator
and master switches off.
Check. Shutdown complete.
Nothing you could do, Captain.
Too far away.
Nice work, Starbuck.
What the hell happened to BB?
What happened?
He did exactly what you
told him to do, Captain.
Him and Duck had bingo fuel
and a head start home,
but instead, that FNG
turned and attacked.
Scar lit him up
like a pinwheel.
Why'd he try to
take on Scar by himself?
Stupid idiot.
"Try to run and you're dead."
I heard you. You drilled that
into that poor moron's head.
You know what?
You and I both know that
99% of the time
that is the right move.
Not this time.
You know what gets me?
I know that in two weeks
I won't remember his face.
I can't remember any of their
faces after they're killed.
No matter how hard I
try, they just fade.
I don't even remember
their names.
The names.
Well, let's see,
there was Flattop,
who bought it on
his thousandth landing.
There was Chuckles.
Stop it, all right?
Please, it's not funny.
All right.
It's not funny. It is funny.
You know, the President says
that we're saving humanity
for a bright, shiny future
on Earth
that you and I are
never gonna see.
We're not. Because we go out
over and over again,
until some day,
some metal motherfrakker
is gonna catch us on a bad day
and just blow us away.
Bright, shiny futures
are overrated, anyway.
That's why
we got to get what we can
right now.
I'll drink to that.
To right now.
So why don't we?
Why don't we what?
Hey, wait a minute. What?
Wait a minute.
Ow! Hey, slow down.
Whoa. This isn't a race.
Kara, what's going on?
What's going on?
What's wrong with you?
All right?
Okay, you know what? I don't wanna know.
I don't wanna know.
Hey! What about us?
There is no "us". All right?
I just wanted a good lay.
There is nothing here.
Do you get that?
Nothing! Sure.
My Gods!
Hey.
Well, that's just great.
Frak or fight, huh?
Okay, maybe I am
just a quick lay,
but, Kara,
I'm also your friend.
I am hung up
on a dead guy, okay?
And it is pissing me off.
And I don't know
what I'm doing.
Anders, right? On Caprica.
The resistance fighter.
Yeah, well, Samuel's dead,
so what does it matter?
Oh, Kara, please, for once in your life...
I don't need your pity, Lee.
You haven't got my pity!
Listen, you are fine. You are
fine with the dead guys.
It's the living ones
you can't deal with.
There you are. I got
visual on you, Starbuck.
I'm inbound about 15 out.
Now!
All right, Scar, let's see
how much you like playing chicken
when you can't downward,
you bitch.
How's it feel, you bastard?
One of us is gonna have to break
away first and it isn't gonna be me.
Starbuck, wake up! He's a machine!
He's not gonna break!
You're committing suicide,
Starbuck!
In two-on-two engagements,
Cylon Raiders like to isolate
individual Vipers,
and then gang up on one,
hoping to kill it before his wingman
has a chance to protect him.
Captain.
Which is exactly what happened
to Jo-Jo 20 minutes ago.
- Oh, no.
- Frak me.
Was it Scar?
The bastard smoked Jo-Jo and jumped
away in less than 15 seconds
before his wingman
could get a shot off.
And where were you?
What?
Flight schedule had you flying
lead for Jo-Jo on that patrol, so,
Why'd you assign Snake
to take your place?
Was it too early in the
morning for you, Starbuck?
What exactly are you
trying to say, Lieutenant?
What I'm trying to say,
Captain,
is maybe if you weren't up
all night drinking,
Jo-Jo would have
still been here.
Shut up.
Give us the room.
What is it with you, Katraine?
Ever since I got back, you have
been on my ass like a bad rash.
You know, coming in late for a
briefing 'cause you're hung over,
that's bad enough,
but when you back out
on a mission...
I put Snake in my place because I was
in no condition to fly and I knew that.
You see, unlike you,
I don't take a bunch of pills
and then climb
in my cockpit so wired
that I can't land
the frakking ship.
Starbuck,
you're an embarrassment.
You used to be the hottest
stick on the Fleet.
Now,
you're just a reckless drunk who sends
other people out to get killed.
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Are you going to hit me,
Starbuck?
It scares you, doesn't it?
Actually, no.
You're afraid
most of the time, Kat.
You're afraid that
you're going to end up
like that picture
of Reilly's girlfriend.
Some little
forgotten picture
that nobody really remembers.
You see, that's why
you're riding my ass so hard.
So no one will notice that Scar
scares the living crap
out of you.
Ten-hut!
What's going on?
A little tactical
discussion, sir.
Well, it must have been lively.
All right,
I'm pairing you two up.
Kat, I want you to fly Starbuck's
wing out by the Big Spud.
Sir, I...
I got a hunch a couple Raiders are gonna
try and sneak through that sector,
so I want my heavy hitters
out there to greet them.
Skids up in 49 minutes.
Sir.
Starbuck.
Are you okay?
Entering Sector 2-5-9.
Keep your eyes open, Kat. This
is where BB and Jo-Jo bought it.
Kassie. Kassie?
Maybe that was her name?
You know, Kat, I told you
I have no frakking idea.
So give it a rest, all right?
Whoa, hold up, Starbuck.
You see that?
Oh, yeah, it's got to be Scar.
Something's definitely wrong.
That can't be Scar.
Frak! I'm hit!
Starbuck!
I'm hit, I'm hil', I'm hit'!
Don't be an idiot, Starbuck!
What's your position?
Yeah,
you remember me, don't you?
There you are.
I got visual on you, Starbuck.
I'm inbound about 15 out.
All right, Scar, let's see
how much you like playing chicken
when you can't downward,
you bitch.
How's it feel, you bastard?
One of us is gonna have to break away
first and it isn't going to be me.
Starbuck, I'm inbound
your starboard...
Starbuck, wake up!
He's a machine!
He's not gonna break!
He's a machine!
He's not gonna break!
I do this and you lose.
You're committing suicide,
Starbuck!
I'm coming back.
I said it. I meant it.
Yeah, okay.
Gods damn it!
I am gonna put him
right in front of you.
Do not miss him,
you frakking stim junkie.
That's the way it's done! Yeah!
Let's go home, Skipper!
Captain Starbuck!
Hey, Starbuck.
My cup runneth dry.
Seems I recall somebody boasting that
my lips would never touch this rim?
For you, Kat.
You earned it.
To BB,
Jo-Jo,
Reilly,
Beano,
Dipper,
Flattop.
Chuckles.
Jolly.
Crashdown.
Sheppard.
Dash.
Flyboy-
Stepchild.
Puppet.
Fireball.
To all of them.
So say we all.
So say we all!
So say we all.
I could have done it, you know?
I could have taken out Scar.
Head-on pass, straight for him.
Just needed
to get a little closer.
So why didn't you do it?
I probably would have
died in the process.
The bastard was too good.
A couple months ago, I wouldn't
even have thought about that.
Would have just gone
for the glory,
hoping I could pull it out
of the fire somehow.
Don't be kicking yourself.
You did the right thing and
called in your wingman, okay?
Scar's dead. You and Kat
came back alive.
That's not
why I did it, though.
I can't get Anders
out of my head.
I can't get over this insane
hope that maybe he's alive.
You got something
to live for now,
not just die for.
He's down for the count.
Time out. Okay.