Battlestar Galactica (2004–2009): Season 3, Episode 19 - Crossroads: Part 1 - full transcript

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

The Cylons have
established a human police force.

Hundreds of us have been
rounded up by the Cylons,

held in detention,
questioned, tortured.

What's this?

This orders
the summary executions

of all the detainees
listed on the next page.

It requires your signature.

Sign it! Sign your name!

The Cylons knew exactly
where we were gonna be.

I want to explain.



She sold us out.

You know what has
to be done here.

Now, it would be better
for her sake if it was you.

You're not afraid to represent
the most hated man alive?

I'd like to see my client.

If they want to kill me,
they'll find a way.

No!

With Baltar's lawyer injured,
his defense will need help.

Dad, why not me? I'm close to the
case, I've read the documents.

You're a CAG,
you're not a lawyer.

I will not allow you
to sit across the courtroom

on the other side,
defending Gaius Baltar.

Is that an order?

I'm through giving you orders.



Hera?

Hera!

We finally got Greenleaf's
FTL nailed down, sir.

So, fleet's ready
to jump again.

How many more
before we find the nebula?

I'm estimating an even dozen.
We're getting close.

Still no sign of the Cylons?

No, sir. We've left a trailing
bird in every jump site.

No dradis contacts,
no sighting, nothing.

Alter the mission orders
of the trailing Raptor.

Tell them to remain
an additional six hours

before catching up
with the fleet.

Yes, sir.

Yeah!

You're up, superstar!

You know this game's got frak-all
to do with the real thing, right?

Yeah. I didn't hear you
nuggets say that at the beginning.

I don't really care
what anybody...

There, go back,
you almost had it.

Had what?

That song.
You don't hear that song?

No. Come on,
you're up, let's go.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Baltar was instrumental in the
Cylon attack on the Colonies.

The President wants him
charged with genocide.

I can't make it stick. There is
no evidence of his involvement...

The President saw him with
one of the Sixes on Caprica,

before the attacks.

You really want me
to put Laura Roslin

on the stand to testify about
her drug-induced visions?

What we want is for you to
do your job and convict him.

You can't do that,
we'll find someone who will.

This a courtesy meeting,
not a strategy session.

I am charging Baltar
with what I can prove.

Of course, I do serve at the
pleasure of the President

and if she decides
to replace me,

I'm sure there are other lawyers
willing to take up the case.

If there are any other lawyers.

Doctor Baltar?

Who are you?

Oh.

Look, I'm terribly sorry, I'm under
strict instructions from my attorney

not to speak to any
members of the press.

No, Doctor Baltar, I...

I want you to look
at this picture.

This is my son.

He's sick and I want
you to bless him.

Bless him?

Guard!

Please! I'm terribly sorry,
but I can't help you.

I'm not God, the God or a god
of any derivation thereof.

Please, I... I can't
bless him, I'm sorry.

I don't have any special powers.
I believe in you.

That's very flattering.
What the hell's going on here?

This place is
becoming like a zoo.

I'm on trial for my
life, I need a bit of privacy.

Just pray for him, please.

- Please.
- Time to go.

I'll do my best.
You can save him.

Yeah, mind how you go, now.

How many is that now?

Five.

Not including the 30 or 40
who've written letters.

Well, I suppose
it can't be helped.

Celebrity trials invariably
bring out the crazies.

So you think they're crazy?

You see, I saw a woman in pain.

I saw a woman who can see you more
clearly than you can see yourself.

Even if they kill you, your
name will live on forever.

Galactica, Raptor 289.

We're clear and in position
for rear guard picket.

Roger, two-eight-niner. Have
fun watching our ass, Racetrack.

Have fun watching
Baltar's ass get nailed.

All right, get comfortable.
12 hours and counting.

Twelve hours hanging out here
like bait on a hook,

waiting to see if the Cylons
are still following us.

Just shut up and deal, okay?

How do we measure loss?

How do we measure loss?

We measure it in the faces
of the dead,

the faces that haunt
our memories and our dreams.

How do we measure loss?

We measure it in our own faces,

the ones we see
in the mirror every day

because it has marked
each of us.

So, how do we measure loss

when the scale of it becomes

too hard to absorb
any other way?

We use numbers.

How many killed?
How many maimed?

How many missing?

And when those numbers
become too vast to comprehend,

as they did two years ago,

we had to turn it around.

We began to count the living,

those of us who survived

to continue the saga
of the human race.

44,035.

The sum total of survivors
from the Twelve Colonies

who settled on New Caprica
with President Gaius Baltar

as their leader and protector.

38,838.

Our number the day
after we escaped.

And the missing number, the one
that no one wants to face.

5,197.

5,197 of us

killed, left behind
or simply disappeared.

5,197

of all that remains
of the human race,

lost!

The citizens
of the Twelve Colonies

entrusted their fate and
their lives to Gaius Baltar.

What we received was a reign of terror that
staggers our mind and breaks our hearts.

Instead of governance,
we got tyranny.

Instead of justice,
we got oppression.

Instead of a president,
we got a murderer.

Today, humanity holds him
accountable for his crime.

Gaius Baltar is not a victim.

Gaius Baltar chose
to side with the Cylons

and to actively seek the
deaths of his fellow citizens.

For that...

He must pay the ultimate price.

Your Honors, the defense would
like to change our plea to guilty.

What?

Counselor, are you sure
you want to do that?

No, but what choice do I have?

I mean, it's obvious
my client is guilty.

He's a traitor and a killer.

He's no better than the Cylon,
and what do we do with them?

Throw them out the airlock!
That's right!

Throw them out the airlock!

This man sold us to our enemy.

This man is our enemy.

And if there's one thing that's good in
war, that is right and just and proper,

it's slaughtering our enemy!

Getting some righteous payback!

What are we waiting for?

Let's just kill him now!

It'd be easier, wouldn't it?

Simpler.

Justice of the mob.

It's what they want.

Especially her.

She's been wanting this
for over a year now.

Ever since he beat her in a free
and fair election of the people.

Now she gets a chance
to exact her revenge

upon a man whose only real crime
is bowing to the inevitable.

Gaius Baltar saved the lives
of the people on New Caprica,

where Laura Roslin
would have seen us all dead,

victims of a battle
we had no hope in winning.

I don't know about you,

but I'm glad she wasn't the president
when the Cylons arrived and said,

"Surrender or die."

I owe my life to Gaius Baltar and
the decision he made that day.

So does Laura Roslin.

Yeah, like you frakking know.

I know you wank it
in your rack.

Ladies' man...

You see,
that's called self-healing.

Okay, time check.

Oh, we got something.

Lots of company.

Reading three, four, no, five Baseships.
Crap! They're right on top of us.

Frak. Frak! Incoming!

The FTL's still spinning up.

We've got to jump.

Now, Gods damn it. Now!

Begin searching the entire
fleet for tracking devices.

It's possible they could have placed
one on a ship on New Caprica.

I think that we should ask the Six.
She may be willing to help.

Baltar's girlfriend?
Why would she do that?

Because she doesn't want to see
Hera go back to the Cylons.

You think that thing would stick her
neck out for some half-Cylon whelp?

I have a feeling she'd lay
her life down for it.

A feeling?

It's more than a feeling, all right?
Why... Just do it.

It doesn't hurt to ask.

No.

Ask the prisoner if it knows of any
tracking devices in the fleet.

With pleasure.

The President, Gods bless
her sunny optimistic soul,

thinks you might want to share how
your buddies have been tracking us.

So I'm here to ask the question
and listen to your lies.

In the last battle,
we discovered your fuel ship

had a unique
radiation signature.

They must have found
a way to track it.

What else do you know?

What other secrets are rattling
around inside that mechanical brain?

Don't be intimidated by him.

He's just using you
to exorcise his own pain.

Poor old sod.

He lost someone close to him.

But you know how that
feels, don't you?

I know a lot of things. You
want to know one thing I know?

I know about your loss.

It hurts, doesn't it?

You wonder how
you can even survive it.

I don't know what
you're talking about,

but it's not gonna work.

She was his world.

Of course, he only realized
when she was gone.

Did she know?

Did she know?

Did she know how much
she meant to you?

Or did you wait to tell her
till she was gone?

What?

Bet you made her think
that she was a burden,

a millstone around your neck.

But then you humans always destroy
the ones who love you, don't you?

Shackle this thing.

Colonel Tigh.

Colonel Tigh.

Excuse me.
What was the question again?

As the leader of the insurgency,
did you ever hear of an instance

in which Baltar
stood up to the Cylons

or tried to disrupt their plans?
Oh, no, never.

He never lifted a frakking
finger to help us.

Ellen did more.

At least she
was trying to help us.

Oh, my Gods, he's drunk.

Yes.

Yes, Ellen, your wife.

Another victim
of Baltar's Cylon allies.

Yeah, that's right.

Thank you, Colonel.

Your witness.

What happened
to the Colonel's wife?

She used to work for one of
the Cylon administrators.

She worked for him?

You know what happened to her?

No, no idea. I presume she died
in the exodus from New Caprica.

Uh...

Colonel.

You dislike Gaius Baltar

because you consider him to be a traitor.
Is that correct?

And a coward
and a mass murderer.

The suicide bombing
of the police graduation.

Gaius Baltar was the
intended target, was he not?

And if he'd had the guts to show up
that day like he was supposed to,

you and I wouldn't be having
this conversation right now.

So you ordered
the killing of...

What was it,
33 other men and women?

Just for the chance
to kill Gaius Baltar.

They were all traitors.

Anyone who put on that uniform.

But, yes, he was the target.

What happened to your wife?

Exception. Relevance?

The door was opened
on direct, Your Honor.

I fail to see the point
of pursuing the subject.

He's right, Admiral.

If it was brought up
during direct examination,

then it can be
pursued in the cross.

Overruled. Continue.

What happened
to your wife, Colonel?

You frakking son of a bitch...

Isn't it true that she collaborated
openly with the Cylons?

That she actually
worked for them?

She was faking it.

Making them think that
she was working for them.

I see, yeah. And Baltar,
he wasn't faking it, no?

That's right.

And you blame him for her death. Have
you been drinking today, Colonel?

I had a drink.
I haven't been drinking.

You used to like to drink
with Ellen, I imagine.

Do you hear that?

They're playing music
in here now?

What the hell
is he talking about?

Gaius Baltar didn't
order the death of your wife.

Colonel, that was
somebody else.

Who was it, Colonel?

Who killed Ellen?

Come on, Colonel,
we're waiting.

Tell us.

Who was it? Who killed Ellen?

I did!

I did.

I did.

She was giving
information to the Cylons.

A lot of good men died.

She was my wife.
It was my responsibility.

She did it for me.
That's what she said.

To save me from going back to prison
so they could tear more pieces off me.

So I killed her.

All because of that
thing over there.

All because
Gaius frakking Baltar

didn't have the guts
to stand up to the Cylons.

Because he handed our fates
over to the Cylons,

I had to kill my Ellen.

So, Gaius Baltar
made you kill your wife.

That's why you hate him.

And that's why you'd say
anything to see him die.

You're gods-damn right I would.

I would do anything,

say anything,

to see that man
die a painful death.

No further questions.

Will someone turn off
that music?

Earlier today, eight
protestors were arrested on...

Okay, are you hearing
anything I'm saying?

My Gods.

A contingency of Colonial Marines
were deployed to the ship.

What can I get you?
I don't know what I want.

You figure it out.
You're the bartender.

Okay. Tell you what.
I'll surprise you.

- Yes, finally!
- Thank you!

About time.
I'm not a bad coach, huh?

One more time. Yeah.

I was grading papers in the schoolhouse
at night and they came again.

Fortunately, the children were gone.
It was after dark.

They took close to 200
of our people that night,

under Baltar's direct orders.

As it turned out, all of our
names were on a death list

signed by Dr. Baltar.

Let us be crystal clear
on this fact.

You are saying that the
defendant, Gaius Baltar,

ordered your execution and the
execution of 200 other people?

Yes, indeed. That's
exactly what I'm saying.

We need to talk.

We need to find something, anything,
that can discredit her testimony.

She's a fanatic, right? I don't
know if that's gonna help.

You're awfully quiet.

I was just listening.

You see, your problem is, is that I'm
a really good liar and you're not.

So let's have it.

Have what?

My Gods, he's right.
You do know something.

You know something
and you're not saying.

It's probably not even true.
I like it already.

It's a personal matter. I doubt she'd
ever say anything in front of me.

She! She!
This is about Laura Roslin.

And you're not... Tell me, tell me!
Shut up!

Enjoying yourself so far? Hmm?

Having a good time
sticking it to the old man,

defending the most hated
person in the universe?

That's not why
I agreed to do this.

No! You just decided to stand
up for truth and justice

and all those other lovely things
we inscribe upon courtroom doors.

Yeah.

That's exactly what I'm doing.
Because I believe in the system.

I really believe...
I even believe

that our lowlife pond scum of a client
actually deserves a fair trial.

The system requires
that you tell what you know,

which leaves you with one
of two uncomfortable options.

First, share the information
and in so doing uphold

the very principles that you claim
to hold so dear, or second,

keep them to yourself,

and prove, once and for all,
your only purpose here

is to jab your father
in the eye

and make a mockery
of the entire justice system.

That's very nice. Very, very nice.
But I know why I'm here.

I don't need to prove it
to you or to anyone else.

You're wrong.

You need to prove it to yourself, or
you leave that courtroom out there

knowing you kept a secret that could've
saved that man's miserable life.

Now, unless I greatly
misjudged your character,

that's not something that Lee
Adama wishes on his conscience.

So what'll it be, Major?

Sit on the sidelines
mouthing pieties?

Or are you gonna
get in this trial,

give us something we can use?

Here we go! We made it!

Here we go, come on!

Come on. There we go!

Here we go.

Give me that. You had
enough of that already.

I know, I know.

Don't worry.

Got some good news today.

We found the radiation
signature on the tylium ship,

just like the Cylon
prisoner said we would.

Good.

That's great.

Being repaired as we speak.

Mr. Gaeta

estimates the fleet's nine
jumps away from the nebula.

Considering how long it's gonna
take to fix the tylium ship,

we're out maybe three days.

Three days out

from the next clue

on the road to Earth.

I can't smell her.

I can't smell her
anymore, Bill.

I kept her clothes,

but her smell is gone now.

I gotta go, Saul.
I'm really tired.

I'm sorry about
all that in court.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

I embarrassed you.
Made you look bad.

You're my oldest friend, Saul.

You never embarrass me.

Get some rest.

Can the former CAG make a radical
suggestion to the Admiral?

What if we don't
fix the tylium ship?

Repairs have already started.

I realize that,
but hear me out.

We're too close to the nebula
to simply fix the problem

and hope the Cylons can't guess where we're going.
So, if we don't fix it,

if instead we send the ship
off on a new course,

with a couple of Raptors riding
shotgun, let them make a few jumps

before rejoining the fleet,
it might throw the Cylons off.

It's a good idea.

I'll take it into consideration.
Is there anything else?

How's the President?

What?

Is she okay?

She looked a little rattled
in court yesterday.

We can't talk about
the trial outside of court.

You know that, or you should.

I know.

I wasn't asking about...

After what you did to Tigh,

you're the last person I would
consider to confide in.

Me?

I didn't do anything to Tigh.

He was drunk.
It's really not my fault.

You told Lampkin about Ellen.

I didn't even know about Ellen.

Yeah, right.

You calling me a liar?

I'm calling you a liar
and a coward.

One who doesn't have the guts

to go after a man himself.

Instead, you hand
the shift to a stranger,

and let him stab
Tigh in the back.

And for what?

That traitorous piece
of garbage Gaius Baltar.

He doesn't even
deserve a trial.

Are you done?

Yes.

Then so am I.

I will not serve under a man
who questions my integrity.

And I won't have an officer under
my command who doesn't have any.

I'll see you in court, Admiral.

Let me do this.

What?

Are you sure, Major?

It's mister now. And yeah, I'm sure.
It should be me.

You're not seriously gonna
let my security guard...

We're waiting, Mr. Lampkin.

If it please the court, my associate,
Mr. Adama, will question the witness.

His associate.

The defense may proceed.

Thank you.

Madam President, aren't you alive
today because of Gaius Baltar?

I'm alive today because the insurgents
managed to stop the execution.

Well, they saved you
from a Cylon firing squad,

but wasn't it Baltar who saved your
life when you were dying from cancer?

Relevance?

Your Honors...

Hostile witness, Your Honors.

If the court would grant us
just a little latitude.

We'll allow it.

Thank you. Um...

Did Gaius Baltar save your life
when you were dying from cancer?

Doctor Baltar's scientific knowledge
did save my life, indeed.

Can you be more specific? How did
he save your life on that occasion?

He injected me with the blood of
a half-Cylon, half-human baby.

And your cancer vanished?

Completely.

During your illness, what sort
of medication were you on?

You know, I was taking a lot
of medications at the time

and I don't remember
all their names.

Did you take something
called chamalla extract?

Hmm.

Yes.

Isn't it true that one of the
side effects of taking chamalla

is a propensity
to experience hallucinations?

Yes. That is one of the possible
side effects of chamalla.

And isn't it also true

that the visions that you
once described as messages

from the Gods
were actually the result

of a pharmacological reaction
from taking chamalla?

The chamalla did enable me
to see certain things

that were foretold
by the scriptures,

things that will help this
fleet find its way to Earth.

You, of all people, should
know that, Major. Your Honors.

Mr. Adama, where are
you going with this?

Just one more question,
Your Honor.

Please, don't do this. Please.

Madam President, are you
taking chamalla at this time?

Captain Apollo,
you remember that?

I always thought
it had such a nice ring to it.

I am so, so sorry for you now.

Chamalla, Madam President.

Perhaps dissolved in your tea
to mask the bitterness.

Don't answer. I'm putting a
stop to this, right now.

Your Honors, if she is on drugs, it
goes to her credibility as a witness.

Witness is dismissed.

Your Honors,
I have to strongly object.

He's obviously trying to
cover something up, here.

One more word from you, and
you'll both be held for contempt.

Admiral! I'd like
to hear the witness

answer the question.
As would I.

Madam President, are you
taking chamalla again?

Yes, I am.

No further questions.

Mr. Adama, aren't you
going to ask me why?

I'm sorry? Why am I
taking chamalla again?

It's not strictly relevant.

Well, perhaps it's not relevant
to you, but it's relevant to me.

Go ahead. Ask me why.

Finish what you started.

Why are you talking the chamalla
again, Madam President?

I am taking chamalla again
because my cancer has returned.

You know, the fact that
she's having hallucinations

is relevant
to Baltar's defense.

That's the way
the system works, Dee.

The accused has a right to challenge the
credibility of witnesses against him.

That's just the way it is.

The system is broken, Lee.

The system elected
that man to be president

and the system is trying
to let him walk.

That is not a system
that deserves to be defended.

It deserves to be taken apart
and put back together again.

You know, I wish...

I wish I could
make you understand.

I do understand, Lee.

That's why I'm leaving.

Well, you don't.

You frakking don't.

Madam President, how long have
you known about the cancer?

About a week.

And how advanced
is the disease?

Will you be getting any more
transfusions from the half-Cylon donor?

You know, this is the kind of detail
I'm not going to go into now.

You know, we're looking at a game plan.
I'll let you know when we have one.

Well, how the treatment for your illness
impact your duties as president?

So far, it hasn't at all.

Are you currently
taking chamalla extract?

Don't answer that.

How often do you hallucinate?

All right, enough of this crap.

We're done here. Tory.

You vultures can go
pick over another carcass.

Tory! Come here.

I'll see you inside. Thank you.

I'm sorry. Temperatures are running a
little high in the fleet these days.

Who's next?

Karen?

Madam President,
how long do you have to live?

How long do you
have to live, Karen?

You handled that well.

You didn't.

"Picked over another carcass,"
as opposed to mine?

That's gonna look
good in the press.

I don't even know
why I said that. I...

What is up with you?

You've been off your game for days.
You're distracted, you're exhausted.

You're just, you know, frankly,
you're plain obnoxious.

I just haven't been
sleeping very well.

You need to pull it together
and focus on your job, fast,

or I can find someone

who can handle the press, as well as pull
a comb through their hair once a week.

Lieutenant. Good morning, XO.

Good morning.

It's just temporary.
The Colonel will...

Pull it together.

Right.

So, we're using
the tylium ship as a decoy

to lead the Cylons along this course,
here, almost directly opposite to ours.

When they reach this point here,
they'll recalibrate the FTL,

and start jumping back
to rendezvous with Galactica

and the rest of the fleet,
here, at the lonian Nebula.

Any indications the Cylons
are following them?

Nothing yet. And it would appear
they've stopped following us as well.

Our trailing Raptor has yet
to pick up any sign of pursuit

since the tylium ship
left the fleet.

How many jumps until
we reached the nebula?

Uh...

It's hard to believe,
we're down to the last three.

Good.

Is there anything else, sir?

No, no. I was just...

Just remembering
back on Caprica

when the weather was
about to change. You'd...

You'd get this smell
in the air.

I mean, the sun could be out,
not a cloud in the sky,

but you'd pick up this smell
and you knew that

something was just
over the horizon.

Weather's changing, Felix.
We need to be ready for it.

There's a storm coming.

It's in the ship.

It's in the frakking ship!