Battlestar Galactica (2004–2009): Season 4, Episode 3 - The Ties That Bind - full transcript

Previously on
Battlestar Galactica...

We're Cylons.
We have been from the start.

It's time for a change.
I've had some feelers from the government.

I think I could make a valuable
contribution there.

I'm giving you a ship.
Now, go find a way to Earth.

There are five other Cylons, brother.
I saw them.

Yes, we know. That's why we've
decided to box your entire line.

The telencephalic inhibitor that restricts
higher functions in the Centurions...

- We had them removed.
- Say what?

Welcome back, brother.

- What happened?
- You were shot, but you're with us now.



- Shot by who?
- By our own Centurions.

That's pure insanity.
The Sixes have lost their minds.

They have no idea of the threat
that they've unleashed.

I need to get to my ship.

It's not your ship any more.

The Sixes and their acolytes used their
new pets to engage in ethnic cleansing.

The whole fleet has split down the middle.
So much for my swing vote.

That'll teach me not to
trust in democracy.

They can't possibly need you every
single hour of every single day.

Can't you tell someone
to fill in for you?

Who, who Cally?
Who's gonna fill in for me?

I don't know! Anyone can frakkin' turn
a wrench down there. There's not...

I'm the chief of the frak...
I've had enough of this.

Yes! Yes!



Yeah, it's me again.
No, I know, I'm sorry.

Look, can you please just check?

I used to know who I was.
Galen Tyrol.

Crew chief, husband, father...

I look in the mirror nowadays,
I don't even know what I am.

Are you and Cally getting along?

You know, I never really
liked ambrosia before.

But now...

It's like I'm being flooded with new
sensations and new feelings.

Maybe you are, too.

In some ways, I don't hate this.

Feeling new. Feeling open to things.

- To change.
- I don't do well with change.

Galen, you son of a...

- Cally, come here! Give her some room.
- Let go of me! Let go!

Listen to me for a second. Where are you going?
Cally? Cally, listen to me.

The nausea should go away
in about an hour.

Love & Bullets by Nick Taylor.
Chapter One.

"It started like it always did."

"With a body."

"This one was in the river.
I could tell she had once been beautiful,"

"but this a bullet and fast current
had taken away from her."

"All we are,
all that we think we are,"

"all that we are certain about
is taken away from us."

"When you've worked the streets
and seen what I've seen,"

"you become more and more
convinced of it every day."

"Caprica City had been my teacher,
my mistress."

"From the moment I open my eyes,
she's in my blood, like cheap wine."

"Bitter and sweet, tinged with regret."

"I'll never be free of her,
nor do I wanna be."

"For she is what I am."

"All that is, should always be."

I am grateful and
consistently inspired

by the compassionate and forthright
leadership of President Roslin,

by the wisdom of my father,
whom some of you may know...

...and by the support and advice
of my valued friends.

Some of whom, you may be shocked to hear,
are not Capricans.

And so I am honoured to accept
this appointment to the Quorum

in the hope that I can continue
Delegate Cowlin's courageous work

on behalf of the people of Caprica and the fleet.
Thank you.

- Yes.
- Madam President,

by confirming Mr. Adama's nomination,

you don't have hard feelings
about his role in the Baltar Trial?

Thank you.

Mr. Adama took on a cause
he felt was important.

And I fully trust he will
continue to bring the same passion

and clear-mindedness
in representing his constituents.

What about Demetrius, the sewage recycling
freighter that jumped away three weeks ago.

I will ask Admiral Adama
to answer that question.

The Demetrius is on
a military mission.

What about the rumour Kara Thrace
was put in charge of that mission?

I don't comment on rumours.

I'm gonna have to cut this short. I will see
you all very soon at the Quorum Q&A.

Thank you very much.

Frankly, I'm surprised it took them this long
to come after us about the Demetrius.

- Any luck, and it'll blow over.
- It's not going to blow over.

I'm gonna be covering for you
for a long time on this.

I wanted to give Kara a chance.

I wanted to give myself a chance
to believe in her.

Apparently.

- You wanted to see me, sir?
- I've made a decision.

CAPs and recon runs. Anyone wanna remind me
what we're supposed to be looking for?

Didn't you get the commander's memo?
It's a unique astronomic cluster.

A system with a ringed gas giant,
trinary star and a comet.

Astronomic cluster.
Sounds more like a cluster frak.

- Hey, that's enough of that crap.
- Sorry, sir, but you gotta admit,

it's starting to feel like
we're flying around in circles.

What's the latest, Felix?

She's reversing course,
returning to sector seven.

That's the tenth course correction.
Has she given a reason this time?

A reason? Let's just say I think
she's steering with her gut.

- Frak me. - I'm telling you guys
this thing is a setup anyway.

I mean you think that the old man just
gave her the ship and cut her loose?

I guarantee you Galactica?s
dogging our every move.

They'll wait and jump in as soon as
she shows her true colours.

You know what, you don't know what
the hell you're talking about.

- What, you gonna tell me what I know, rook?
- Yeah, maybe!

Can it! All of you!

Helo, I need to talk to you.
Now!

Who wants odds on a course correction?

Kara, hey, listen.

Some of us have been wondering
about this trinary star formation

we're supposed to be looking for.
Is there anything else you can tell us about it?

- Any new data? Anything at all?
- You know everything you need to know, Ensign.

So stow the questions and do your job.

- Yes, sir.
- What's up, Captain?

Helo, I have new jump coordinates.
Double check the data file and the FTL drive.

Got it?

Cally, I told you last night
and I'm telling you again right now.

I am not having an affair.

I went out for a drink.
I ran into Tory. We started talking.

I know how it looks, but it's completely innocent.
There's nothing to it.

You're gonna have to drop Nicky off.
I have a doctor's appointment.

Can you tell them not to feed him
that algae mash? I think he's allergic.

Just remember about the algae.

I'm sorry. Daddy's sorry,
Daddy's sorry. Come here.

Hey, hey, hey. Come here, come on.
Daddy's sorry.

I see you're still cleaning up your mess.

No, I hardly think this
qualifies as our mess.

Well, I guess that explains why none of you
are lending a helping hand.

Really, Six, if you had wanted
some room to spread out,

you could've just asked.

Is there anything that isn't
fodder for a joke?

Or is that really how you see our very existence,
as some sort of nihilistic punch line?

Nihilistic punch line?
I like that.

But, quite honestly,
I'm feeling very serious.

Getting riddled with bullets
affects me that way.

But I want you all to know I place the blame
for all of this squarely on myself.

- Go on.
- Well, you had legitimate concerns,

but I refused to hear them.
But now I'm listening.

So, tell me, what's to be done to stop all this
and let us get back together?

Well, for starters,
you can stop lobotomising the Raiders.

- Done.
- And you can agree to un-box the D'Annas.

Resurrect her entire line?

Don't forget Six, it was D'Anna's
messianic quest for secrets

better left alone, that started us down
this divisive path in the first place.

You talk about restoring our unity.

Well, we think it's time
to restore our greater unity.

To unite the 12 models once and for all.

Well, I don't think the others will accept this,
but I'll make your case.

Escort him off the ship.

Please?

It's a good thing
you remembered the magic word.

You're going to find you opened
a bigger can of worms than you realise.

Inspiring, isn't it?

A government of the people,
for the people and answerable to the people.

At least that's the idea.

- I heard you tried to see her.
- I had bills I wanted to discuss

Projects Delegate Cowan
was pushing before she died.

- But they told me she wasn't in.
- She was, just not for you.

By standing up for Baltar,
you crossed the line with her.

And Laura Roslin is not the type
to forgive and forget.

She forgave you.
Made you vice president.

To keep me on the sidelines.
Same way she'll try to sideline you.

Well, then... I'm intrigued. Why did you
nominate me in the first place?

Because you did stand up for Baltar.
And you put Roslin on the stand to do it.

You weren't afraid to ask some hard questions
and to demand some honest answers.

Well, If you're looking for a repeat performance,
you're out of luck.

I didn't take this job to help you
undermine the president.

I'm not asking you to.

Believe it or not, I'm on Laura's side.

Okay, then what's the problem?

It's amazing the things you start
to notice on the sidelines.

How every decision that Laura and your
father make gets stamped "classified."

Or how her directives are starting
to read like decrees,

yet still get enacted
without so much as a debate.

You know, she won't even allow records
to be kept of any of her meetings.

Secrecy and control
are becoming obsessions for her.

I think this Demetrius business
is just the tip of the iceberg.

Well, sometimes a benevolent
tyrant's exactly what you need.

No.

A tyrant craves power for its own sake.

And all Laura wants is to save us all.

Trust me. Better yet, trust yourself.

That's what I'm really counting on,

that you're not the kind of man
who can ignore the truth

when it stares you in the face.

What if you gave me a sedative
and I just slept here?

Oh, sure. We'll just turn my
sickbay in an opium den

- so you can have a snooze.
- Feels like I haven't had

a night's sleep since we reached
that frakkin' nebula.

How are things on the home front?

You mean other than catching
my husband with another woman

and having him tell me
I'm imagining things?

The man doesn't know what he's got at home.
Should have his head examined.

As a matter of fact, why don't you
bring him in? I'll take a look.

See, that's what I like about you, doc.

You just pretend to be a bastard.

While you're in the mood for tough love,
maybe you are imagining things.

You know, fatigue and antidepressants
can make a hell of a paranoia cocktail.

I felt like I needed to take something
to keep from going completely crazy.

- You're not crazy.
- What would you call someone

who all but proposes to a man
after he breaks her jaw?

That the last time he laid hands on you?

You want to hear something really sick?

Sometimes I wish he would.

Lay hands on me.

At least then I'd...
I'd know he had some feelings about me.

Listen, just get some sleep
and clear your head.

Will do, doc. Thank you.

Kara, what the hell's
the matter with you?

'Cause the way you're holing up in here,
you're making people wonder.

Let 'em. Frankly, they're starting
to bug me as much as I bug them.

- Frak 'em. - You know, some of us actually
volunteered for this mission.

"Some", meaning you?
Is that what this is about, Sam?

Want to know what the deal is with us?
With our marriage?

Well, it didn't make much sense to begin with,
makes even less now.

Give me that. I don't buy that.

I don't think you believe
a single frakkin' word you're saying.

You're just scared.

You see that? You see this?
You remember those?

Do you remember when we got 'em?

That's what's real. Okay? That's part of who we are.
That is a part of who you are,

- whether you want to admit it or not.
- You dumb motherfrakker.

I only married you because
it was safe and it was easy, Sam.

And you were just pathetic enough
to go along with it.

So get the frak out.

I said get out!

- Get out! Get out!
- What are you gonna do, huh?

I don't want to fight, Sam.

I want to frak.

You don't get it, do you?
I'm not the same girl you married.

All I want to do right now is frak.

Really frak, like it's the end
of the world and nothing else matters.

So come on, Sam.
Make me feel something.

I dare you.

We were married, weren't we?

And that wasn't just like a fantasy.

No. And I've got the scars to prove it.

Does that seem different to you somehow?

- Different how?
- I'm not sure.

It's like everything seems so far away.

The way things feel, the way they taste.

Like I'm watching myself, but I'm not
really experiencing it, not living it.

Like my body's just this alien thing
that I'm still attached to.

Does that seem crazy to you?

Frankly, we were as surprised as you.

We presented your case.
There was debate.

And we were outvoted.

Our compatriots now seem to agree
that it was wrong to box the D'Annas.

- It sounds like your own opinion hasn't changed.
- I promised that we'd do some hard thinking.

But in the end, we decided
that our choices were correct.

unfortunately restoring unity was
all the others seemed to care about.

It's hard to have unity when you're opposed
to everything the rest of us believe in.

Look, he kept his word.
You won the day.

You think you have the right
to win our hearts and minds too?

- No, you're being presumptuous.
- Don't even try to compare us...

They're right. If they've agreed to our terms,
then there is no point in courting anymore discord.

Any more discord,
we may run out of spare bodies.

The Threes' core consciousness is being
downloaded at our central resurrection Hub.

The nearest accessible server
is a half dozen jumps from here.

We can go together and hear what
your newfound heroine has to say.

If you don't mind,
we'd prefer to stay on our own ships.

By all means.

I doubt that the rest of us
would feel comfortable here anyway.

The chair recognises
the delegate from Sagittarian.

Would the president care to comment
on the news stories crediting so-called

military sources that claim the Demetrius
is searching for food sources?

Or, Madame President, would you rather
that we just simply accept this

obvious attempt at disinformation?

Order, please.

I'm afraid I don't control the media, Jacob,
as much as you know I'd love to.

Regarding reports, the Demetrius mission
is a matter of fleet security,

- and as such I can't and won't discuss it, period.
- Madame President, I have to say that my constituency

- is not satisfied with...
- Madam President, do you realise this casts doubt

on something as fundamental as
our route to Earth?

Yes, but don't take my "yes" to imply
that the rumours are true.

- Madam President!
- Jacob, everyone, please...

I cannot believe the Demetrius
is the only matter

that is important to your constituents.

Can we please move on?
You know my answer to this.

Order, please.

Order!

Madam President, I'm sure we can all
understand the importance for security.

Coming from the military,
it's my experience that we sometimes err

too strongly on the side of caution.

So for the sake of reassuring my colleagues
and hopefully putting this matter to rest,

would it not be fair to say
that you and Admiral Adama

are naturally exploring
all possible routes to Earth?

Hear, hear.
Now, we're getting focus.

Mr. Adama, we are all anxious to
receive the benefit of your experience.

But, I personally don't feel the need

to have a junior delegate appoint
himself my spokesman. Let's move on.

Jacob, you had a matter on the table.
Would you please continue?

Thank you, Madame President.
My constituents are once again

- having problems obtaining medical supplies...
- Point of order.

Now, I have prepared a report
that I think would benef...

- Point of order, Mr. Vice President.
- Excuse me. Hello?

Order, please! Order, please!
Thank you very, very much.

- Mr. Cantrell, will you yield the floor?
- I will yield.

Thank you.

This relates to your Executive Order 112.

One-twelve...

Which establishes a system of tribunals,
the judges chosen by you,

answerable only to
a special court of appeals,

the judges of which would also
be chosen by you.

Effectively creates a justice system
that further and dangerously

concentrates power into the hand's of the executive.
Namely, your hands, Madam President.

Far from being independent or impartial,

it would actually damage
the very idea of justice.

- Even the illusion of the idea of justice.
- Thank you Mr. Adama.

The order you're referring to,
executive order 112,

is actually a work in progress,
and the changes it proposes are provisional.

It is a first step, a tiny step,
but the first step

in a... in a larger plan, actually,
to create a fair comprehensive legal system,

which you, of all people,
can admit we sorely need.

Now naturally, I was going to bring it
to the Quorum to open it up for debate

once it was finished, which it isn't.
But since you've brought it into the public today,

I propose that we put it on the docket
for the next full session.

Is that satisfactory to you, Mr. Adama?

Resurrection ship didn't make the jump.

- Problem with their FTL?
- No report.

Now Cavil's baseships are
breaking formation,

taking positions around our periphery.

They're going to attack.

Alert the others!
We need to jump now!

- Taken out our FTL!
- No resurrection ship.

They're really trying to kill us!

Just remember...
They started it.

But we're killing them.

We're truly killing them.

My own sisters.

They can trust their God
to watch over their immortal souls.

What about ours?

We're machines, dear, remember?
We don't have souls.

Now, I've heard everything.

...another Cylon nymphomaniac.

Don't worry, Colonel.
You're not my type.

One more thing.
From now on we only meet in private.

After that scene you two
pulled in Joe's bar the other night,

- we can't risk any more attention.
- Fine, great. We done? Can we go?

- Why are you antsy?
- Told Cally I'd check on her.

- Well, didn't you do that when you got my note?
- I didn't get a note. What note?

The note I left in the drop in your
quarters about this meeting.

Tory found me. Did you? Oh, frak me.
If Cally finds the note then...

Well, you better hope she doesn't.
And you better put an end to this affair business.

Whatever it takes to stop
her from nosing around.

Last thing we need is for your
Cylon-hating wife to find out

there's a bunch of skinjobs running around this ship,
and that her husband is one of them.

I'm tired of looking
at your sorry faces.

No, no, no...

Frak! Frak!

Hey.

- How you doing?
- Fine.

- You feeling okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah, actually, I am.

Thought I was coming down with something,
so I slept in.

- Did you go see Cottle?
- No, I'm feeling better.

Good.

Look, I know it's been a rough
couple of weeks.

I know what you're thinking.

- It's not true.
- It isn't?

No.

I'm not having an affair.
I figured it out.

I know what's important.

You're important.

Nicky's important.
We're important. Us.

That's really what it's all about,
isn't it?

Family, a future...
Building that future together.

I promise you, from now on,
I will be here for us.

The three of us.
Maybe the four of us.

Maybe someday we,
we'll have another baby.

What do you think? Another baby?

A brother, a sister for little Nick?

What do you think, buddy? Hey?

Would you like
a little brother or sister?

Yeah?

Cally.

Stay the frak away from me!
I know what you are.

- I know what all of you are.
- How could you?

- We don't even know what we are.
- I heard. You're Cylons!

- A bunch of frakkin' skinjobs.
- I wish it were that simple.

Stay away from me.

Guess you better hope there's
a spare body waiting for you.

You want to kill me? Go ahead.

Don't do this to yourself
or to your child.

- To Nicky.
- Get the frak away!

You're not getting
your hands on my son!

Not you, not Galen!

- He frakkin' used me!
- He didn't know. None of us did.

- We didn't till we entered that nebula.
- Oh, shut the frak up, traitor!

- Frak!
- All we know is that we're Cylons.

But in every other way,
we're still the same people.

You're frakkin' machines!

I don't know.

But I do know that we're not evil.

We're not inhuman.

And we're just as scared
and confused as you are.

I can't live like this!
It's a frakkin' nightmare.

You don't want to do this, Cally.

He's your son.

What have I done?
I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

Nicky.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

- It's okay.
- We'll work this out together.

It's okay.
It's okay.

Here. Let me take him.