Battlestar Galactica (2004–2009): Season 3, Episode 13 - Taking a Break from All Your Worries - full transcript

Baltar plays a game of cat and mouse with Adama and the President, thinking they will kill him once they've gotten out of him what they want to know. Lee deals with his feelings for Kara, while struggling to hang on to his marriage.

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

Oh, no, I'm sorry.
I can't live like this.

So, I won't divorce
and you won't cheat.

So, where does that leave us?


What's this?

This orders
the summary executions

of all the detainees
listed on the next page.

It requires your signature.

This is a death warrant! Have
you seen the names on this list?

Do you have any idea what
they're about to do out there?

If you really are a Cylon,
a member of the Final Five,

these feelings are just
part of your programing.

The Final Five, revealed only
to those who enter the Temple.

Only to the Chosen One...
The Chosen One...

Her destiny will part
company from yours, Gaius.

She's not the Chosen One,
you are.

Dear God, tell me
the truth before I die.

Am I a Cylon?

Welcome home, Mr. President.

Close your eyes, go to sleep.

Baby's in the cradle
counting sheep.

Climb up to your house
of dreams.

Baby's in the cradle
fast asleep.

Should I die before I wake...

Sorry. Improvising.

You're doing
the right thing, Gaius.

Gaius? What?

Yes. Yes.

Wake up!

Close your eyes, go to sleep.

Baby's in the cradle
counting sheep.

Climb up to your house
of dreams...


Wait a moment.

I need some time
to think this through.

Too late, Gaius.

It's time to learn the truth.

Sergeant. Sorry, sir.

No one's allowed to speak to the prisoner
without direct Presidential authorization.

I already have authorization. I
need to speak to the prisoner, now.

Step back, sir.

That's it, Gaius.

Deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

That's it, Gaius.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

First time's the hardest.
You're doing wonderfully.

I'm alive?

I'm alive.

Thank God, I'm alive!

I always told you
to have faith.

Then no one was betrayed.

I was never one of them.

I am one of you.

Is that what you think, Gaius?

I knew it. I knew it.

I always knew I was different.


Maybe a little gifted. I was...

Uh... Uh...

That's a bit rough, actually.

What's wrong?

You're wrong, Gaius.

You're not Cylon. You're human.
And you're dead!

He's alive.

I'll get Cottle.

I'm just saying.
You're gonna be surprised.

Yeah, well, Major...
Right this way.

Joe's? Well, I think
I've seen a bar before.

You got to be frakking kidding me.
Come on.

Hey, this way. Hey, Joe.
Chief Tyrol, welcome.

Any friend of the Major's
is a friend of mine,

which means you
get the good stuff.

Thank you very much. Don't mind if I do.
I'm not going home tonight, so...

Why? You and Cally
have a fight?

You didn't hear us? I figured
we could have sold tickets.


To marriage, why we build bars.

Yeah. Joe!

I warned about the
dangers of sleep deprivation.

Psychosis can make
a man do strange things.

And Baltar's little hunger
strike is not helping, either.

Bastard wants to die
that bad, I say let him.

Bottom line,
we need Baltar to talk.

If the other Cylons saw
the same symbols that we saw,

they could be
on their way to Earth.

They could be setting up
an ambush by now.

I'm betting that after tonight,
he'll be more willing.

Doc, wait an hour or two.
I want him cogent.

I also don't
want him to starve.

What do you expect me
to do about it?

I expect you
to make sure he eats.

I'll see about putting
security cameras in that cell.

Mr. Gaeta?

What exactly were you doing going to see
Dr. Baltar in the middle of the night?


I couldn't sleep,

and I guess I thought he might
be willing to talk to me.

We understand. Just leave
his interrogation to us.

Of course.

You're up late.

You know, the Chief says hi.

He one of your
new drinking buddies?

You know, I would invite you, but you
made it very clear it's not your thing.

No, it's your thing, and
that's not what I was asking.

I got a briefing at 0500.

Are we still on
for dinner tomorrow?


Because I already switched watches.

Just be nice for a husband
and wife to occasionally...

Forget it.

Thank you. You can
leave the door open.

Yes, Madam.


Touché, Madam President.

I have no wish
to see you suffer.


I've just had the pleasure of having a
tube forced up my nose and down my throat.

Everybody's got to eat.

It's for your own good.

And it's nothing compared to what
many of our people were subjected to

in your jail cells
on New Caprica.

Not my jails. The Cylons'.

An academic distinction
at this point, Doctor.

You know, none of us
are enjoying this.

So why don't you just tell me
what I need to know,

and your suffering will come to an end.
And I promise you this.

I know nothing about the Cylons'
plans or their whereabouts.

I witnessed nothing
in that Temple.

My information
on Cylon intelligence

is limited, to say the least.

Prior to the attack on the Colonies, did
you have high-level security clearance?

Yeah. So, what? Did you
tell anybody about it?

Did you let someone
into the defense mainframe?

Careful, Gaius.

The blonde woman that I saw you with
on Caprica just prior to the attack?

She'll flush you out of an airlock
without a moment's hesitation.

Unless, of course, that prospect
no longer frightens you.


All lies.

A rehash of all
the other old lies.

I did not collude in the
genocide of my own people.


This is Devlin and Maryanne McAllister
and their son and daughter.

This is a family of four
that was gunned down

in their own home
on suspicion of harboring...

I am not responsible.

Just wondering if you recognize
even one of these faces.

Did any image
get through to you

on the rare occasion
when you ventured out...

lam not responsible... from
behind your sand bags...

for the occupation...
...and your razor wire...

any more than I am
for the genocide.

To see what was happening
to your people? Your people!

I need to know! Now!
Colonel Tigh, get in here!

Get this man out of here. This
is not about uncovering...

He's not gonna talk.
...any legitimate threat.

I want you to take him.
I want you to toss him...

This is about getting...
...out the nearest airlock.

Your pound of flesh!
About frakking time.

You guards, get in here, now!

What happened to my fair trial? Get rid of him!
Take him out of here!

Take your hands off me! Get your
mother-frakking hands off me!

I demand a fair trial! I am
a citizen of the Colonies,

and I demand a fair trial!
A fair trial!

Take a good look, Doctor.

These are just a fraction of the
people you sent to their death.

Rather fitting they should
see you take your last steps.

Stop! Stop! Wait! Stop!
What? What!

You asked if I know any
of these people. Yes!

I know that man. Show me!
Show me! Let him go!

Let him go!
Keep your guns on him!

This man!
His name was Adrien Bauer.

He was my lab assistant
for three years on Caprica.

So, what? He was Gemonese.

I got him a visa. I
introduced him to his wife.

I am godfather
to their first child.

I wouldn't do anything to
harm this man or his family.

Or anybody's family!
Lam not a murderer!

I am innocent!
Why won't you believe me?

Get it! Take him out here!

- Is this what you call Colonial justice?
- Get him up.

What did I ever
do for you, huh?

Only saved your bleeding life!

You gave it your best shot.
I understand.

Yeah, but the bastard
still wouldn't talk.

Either he's got more stones than
I gave him credit for, or...

Or he knew you were bluffing.

Well, what do we do
with him now?

There is one thing.


Military once ran an experimental
interrogation program involving drugs.

Hallucinogens, specifically.

The goal of the program was to
create a state of anxiety so intense

that the subject believed that
their very survival was at stake.

would exploit that,

become less an adversary
and more a lifeline.

At least, that was the idea.
It might get Baltar to talk,

tell us what the Cylons
know about Earth.

But it's dangerous, especially for
someone in Baltar's condition.

Are you telling me we have
these drugs aboard Galactica?

You're being awfully

Is that how it looks to you?

Your estranged, two-timing bitch of
a wife calls you up for a quickie,

and you hop on
the first shuttle?

I'd say yeah.

I've been thinking
about some stuff, Kara.

Oh, yeah? Like what?


What that crazy skin job
Leoben said about you

and your special destiny. What
if there's something to that?

Kara Thrace
and her special destiny?

That sounds more like
a bad cover band, Sam.

Think about it, though.

Why did I survive all of those months
on Caprica, waiting for you to return,

if I was just gonna
walk out on you?

And you...

I mean, did you go through that
hell, locked in that fake house

with that fake husband,
just so you could ditch me?

I don't think so.

You know, when I think
about it like that...

Do you love him?


Lee. Kara, do you love Lee?

Gods, Sam, I...

Maybe. I don't know.

Then you gotta go to him.

I thought you were off duty.

I am. Yeah.

I was just gonna stop by the
bar for a little while.

If you're gonna see Kara,
just admit it.

Look, I told you.
There's nothing going on.

Yeah, you both told me,

"Lee won't cheat.
He's too noble."

Only problem is, it's
all a crock, isn't it?

You know what
the only problem is?

The only problem is that you
don't trust me. That's it.

And this is just your own frakking
insecurities talking, same as always.

I mean, right from the get-go,

the very first morning
that I proposed, I mean...

You know what? Forget it.
This is frakking pointless.

No. You're right.

I did see this coming.

And I was naive enough
to marry you, anyway.

And you want to know why, Lee?

Because I loved you.

I loved you so frakking much.

I thought I was lucky.

That's right. Lucky.

That I could have you for just as
long as you, or Kara, would let me.

Dee... Come on, give me...

It's not a marriage, Lee.

This is a lie.

You want to be with Kara?
Go ahead.

I won't stand in your way.

It's over.

Wait, wait.
Where are you going?


I gotta get going-

This was fun.

I love you.

I'm a human being. I'm
a human being, I have rights.

I said I have rights.

Please, help me.

I'm not sure I can, Gaius.

Pain is one thing, but this?

Without free will,
what are you?

Can God even pity
such a creature?

Why not just admit you're doing
this for your own satisfaction?

That's the truth, isn't it?

I don't know why you're not
putting the needle in yourself.

Hold his head. Oh, no!
No! No! No! No! Oh, God!

He's under.

Try not to make any loud noise.

Put the head strap on.

Where am I?

My God, where am I?

What are you saying?

If I leave Sam,
will you still leave Dee?

My Gods, Kara.

How do I know that tomorrow you're
not going to pull another 180?

I mean, these are our frakking
marriages we're talking about.

It's not some stupid dogfight we
can just jink our way out of.

Think about it, Lee.
That's what you're best at.

Where am I?

My God, where am I?

Can you hear my voice?
Can you hear me, Doctor?

Admiral, is that you?
I'm looking for you, Doctor.

I can't find you. Can you
tell us where you are?

It's water.

I'm in the water.
It's cold and it's dark.

I can't see anything!

Is there anything you can see
that can tell us where you are?

Look for the light. Can
you see the light? Yes!

Try to reach for the light.

That's it.

That's it.

Yes. Follow the light.


Caprica Six.

She saved my life. She shielded
me from the explosion.

Doctor, did you conspire with her
to subvert our defense system?

Conspiracy requires intent!

I never intended.

But she said deep down,
I'd always suspected.

But I didn't know.

How could I know?

Did I conspire? Did I?



I don't know. No!

It wasn't my fault.
It wasn't my fault!

I am not responsible!


Caprica Six, she chose me.

Chose me over all men,
chosen to be seduced.

Taken by the hand,

guided between the light
and the dark.

But is she an angel
or is she a demon?

Is she imaginary
or is she real?

Is she my own voice
or the voice of...

I can't stay afloat
much longer!

Now give us details, Doctor. Give
us details about the Cylons,

or we'll let you drown.

Alone, in the dark.

Hey, Chief.

Why is it so frakking hard?

Why can't we just
get back to normal?


What is normal, anyway?

Now, Chief, you can tell me
if I'm out of line here,


Do you ever think about Sharon?


Come on.

You never wonder, "What if?"


No! Don't leave me! Don't leave me!
I know I'm flawed!

I never claimed to be... Yes, mistakes.
Mistakes were made.

Terrible mistakes!

Were they mine?
Am I solely to blame?

I was a player. That's all I was, a player!
I was struggling to...

Struggling to find
my place in God's plan,

God's resolve. I...

I never intended for certain things to happen!
Doesn't that matter?

You took the Cylons
to the Temple.

To the Eye of Jupiter.
What did it tell them?

What did it tell them
about Earth?

I wasn't looking for...

What were you
looking for, Doctor?

What were you looking for?

Their faces, but they
wouldn't show them to me.

Their faces? Whose faces?

The Five.

The Final Five.

The Final Five? Cylons?

I thought I might
be one of them.

I told them I wanted
to be one of them.

A Cylon. Why?

All my sins forgiven.

A new beginning.

Are you a Cylon, Doctor Baltar?


That's not good enough,
Doctor. Tell me.

Tell me what
you told the Cylons.

What do they know? Tell me, or
I'll have to let you go, Doctor.

I'll have to let you go. Tell me,
or I'll have to let you go, Doctor.

I'll have to let you go.

Watch where you're going.

I lost my ring.

Has anybody seen my ring?
I lost my ring.

Has anybody seen my ring?

I lost my ring!

Admiral! We're losing him!
That's enough.

I'm putting an end to this
freak show right now.

Now, listen to this.

"Five final Cylon models."

"Five Pillars of the Temple
for the Five Priests"

"devoted to the One
Whose Name Cannot Be Spoken."

Come on, it's all
just mumbo-jumbo.

He's holding a lot back,
Admiral. I'm sure of it.

Then maybe we should resort
to more direct methods.

Direct methods.
Now you have my vote.


We've tried the stick.

It's time to try the carrot.

The thing he's most deeply afraid of is
that even if he talks, we'll kill him.

Smart man.

We have to ease his fear.

Make him believe that,
if he collaborates,

at the very least
he'll have his life.

He won't buy that
coming from us.

Of course not.

We have to find
someone he trusts.

As perverse as it may seem,

I may actually owe these
people a debt of gratitude.

Now, I realize there's probably nothing
I can say that can make this right.

But there's something
you need to know.

I asked you to marry me because
I was in love with you.

Just like I'm in love
with you now.

They forced me.

To admit my failings.

And now that I have,
I feel positively liberated.

You were right.

I loved Kara.

You know? And maybe there's a
part of me that always will.

In my heart,

I know I have always done

what I've had to do.

But I married you.

I married you.

And, you know, when I look
back at our marriage,

at the time that
we have spent together,

you are good for me, Dee.

And I need you.

And I don't think
I ever really realized that

until I knew
that I was losing you.

I can't promise you
a trial, Doctor.

I am sure that if you give
them something, anything...

But please just give me another chance.
That's all I'm asking.

Just give me the chance.

These charts that I've been using
to plot our course to Earth?

I've never been confident
about my calculations.

Well, that's likely because
the calculations are wrong.

I detect a number of
inconsistencies right off the bat.

You see, these figures
here are wrong.

That's exactly
what I was afraid of.

Cylon navigation systems are far
more advanced than our own,

but I have managed to commit many
of the algorithms to memory.

If we can offer them
this kind of help,

I'm certain, at the very least,
they will spare your life.

Maybe we can even
get you out of this cell,

offer you some proper quarters.

Creature comforts,
that's the clincher.


Where is it?

Where is what, Doctor?
"Where is what?"

So much for that
little stratagem.



You all right?

Listen, we don't have to stay
here if you don't want to, okay?


Two whiskeys, straight up.

I should have known
that you would betray me.

What did you tell them?

That you stayed behind until the grisly
end on New Caprica so you could, what?

So you could...

You could feed information
to the Resistance?

Who do you think
allowed you to do that?

That's a lie. No, it's not a lie.
You think I'm blind?

You see, I literally had a
gun pointed to my head.

But nobody forced you
to play both sides.

So I'm asking you, Mr. Gaeta,

who is the real traitor
in this room?

To the first of many.

Let's do another. Yeah.

I am not a traitor.
No, of course.

Because there are...
There are far worse things

than being a traitor,
aren't there, Felix?

If your friends
only knew the truth.

Don't worry.
It's our little secret.

We've gotta get in there.

Get away from me!

Frak you!

Lieutenant Gaeta. Step
away from the prisoner, now.

Step away from the prisoner!
I will not ask you again!

Stand down, Sergeant. Yes, sir.

Step back, Mr. Gaeta.
No. No! No, sir!

I can't... I can't let him live.
Not after what he's done.

Mr. Gaeta? Mr. Gaeta, wait.
Please. Look at me.

I understand
what you're feeling.

No, you don't. Yes, I do.

The other night, you didn't come
here to interrogate Doctor Baltar.

You came here to kill him, didn't you?
I understand that. I do.

What's his condition? He
missed the artery. He'll live.

We've got to get him to sick bay.
Get a gurney in here right away.

Go easy on him.

All things considered,
Gaius, it could have been worse.

Much worse.

Well, you're not
one of the Five.

You certainly have
the luck of the Gods.

Well, I am the Chosen One.

You didn't tell them that,
did you?


Everybody's got
to have a secret.

I told him I didn't take any
satisfaction in seeing his pain.

But the truth is, I was willing to see
him endure a great deal of suffering

in order to get what I wanted.

It wasn't some intelligence
or some truth.

I wanted a genuine
admission of guilt.

That's something that you're not
gonna get from someone like Baltar.

He doesn't see
himself that way.

That's not who he is.

In his eyes, he's the victim,

not the criminal.

It's not too late
for him to just disappear.

We can't do that.

For all his crimes,
he's one of us.

So, what happens next?

We give him his trial.