Battlestar Galactica (1978–1979): Season 1, Episode 8 - The Magnificent Warriors - full transcript

Something serious?

We're just handing the fleet over
to a bunch of criminals.

..two,

one,

zero!

There's not much difference between
you and your fellow convicts and us.

We all live for the promise of freedom
and fear the same death.

Muffit! Come back!

'There are those who believe

'that life here began out there,

'far across the universe,



'with tribes of humans

'who may have been
the forefathers of the Egyptians

'or the Toltecs or the Mayans.

'Some believe that there may yet be
brothers of man

'who even now fight to survive

'somewhere beyond the heavens.'

'Launch bay Alpha,
stand by to launch fighter probe.'

That man next to you
is about to fly up your tailpipe.

Cadet Cree? You come any closer,
you'll melt your front end off.

'Our instructor said to keep tight.'
'He's at the base playing 7-11.'

You are on a deep space probe.
It's not like a simulation.

- 'Overheat and you evaporate.'
- Yes, sir.

- It was too easy. Too easy.
- What was too easy?

Our defeat of the Cylon attack force.
Their sudden retreat was too easy.



The Galactica was bearing down on them.

Yes, so it appeared, didn't it?

But what's the truth?

I just have the feeling
that we're being carefully manoeuvred.

We're being herded
into this safe passage ahead.

Blue Leader to base. Small moon ahead.
Can you give us a quick scan?

Base to Blue Leader. Scanner readout
coming up. Commander?

- Yes?
- An object in Sector Sigma.

- What's the structure?
- Crystalline elements, table M-1.

- Surface?
- Frozen seas, fields of ice.

Blizzard conditions and di-ethene storms.
Environment - hostile.

Nice place. Want us to orbit the equator?

- 'Stay out of its gravitational pull.'
- Will do.

Lock in a holding pattern.
Boomer and I will pick up a closer scan.

'Cadet Bow, you're in command.

'OK, Boomer, let's go.'

Lens system aligned.

Pump system to speed.

Pulsar ready to fire.

Fire as targets bear.

By your command.

- Lock on target.
- Locked.

Shields, Cree, keep visual contact.
Don't cross to the dayside.

I'm picking up a brilliant bead of light,
like an eclipse. I'm checking it out.

Fire.

'Bow, get out of there!'

- Back off! We're coming up.
- What happened?

'He was picked off.
An energy beam.'

Like a pulsar, only bigger. Much bigger.

But we're out of range.

'Blue Leader to base.
We've lost a ship. We're coming in.'

Battle stations!

All ships, full stop!

Fighter control reporting.
Squadrons standing by.

Starbuck's lost a ship.

'Cree, come in.
Shields, where are you?'

I got them.
Just inside critical gravitational pull.

Cree, Shields, come back.
You can't go down there.

I saw where it came from. I'm going after it.

Do not enter the atmosphere.
That's an order. Both of you, turn back.

- 'I've locked on target.'
- Right behind you.

Two fighter craft, Colonial.
Entering defence perimeter.

I want one of them alive.

- We can't let them go down alone.
- 'We won't see them in the clouds.'

Record the telemetry.
We can see what they're after.

I got their visual.

'What is it?'

Fire.

- Shields!
- Too late. He's gone.

'I've lost Cree's signal too.'

It's there but it's being jammed.

Invaders, release control of your ship.

- Starbuck, they're forcing me down.
- Hang on, kid, we're coming.

Two more fighter craft entering.

Destroy them as they come into range.

Fire as targets bear.

'We don't stand a chance
against that.'

We have to get back
and warn the Galactica.

'Besides, we'll never spot them
with all this jamming. Starbuck!'

Frack!

Fighter craft retreating.

Thank you, Lieutenant.
Put up the video scan, please.

Good Lord.

I have a fix on the scale.
The ramparts are 14 metrons high.

- Destructive power infinite in 2 hectares.
- It could destroy us in a single pulse.

Tell that to Cadet Cree!

- Sir.
- You did the only correct thing.

You returned with these scans.

That's why the Cylons
have squeezed us in here.

How long until their pursuit force
catches us up?

We have too much firepower.
They'll hang back.

- They'll bring up their base ship soon.
- Blue Squadron can take out that gun.

It would be suicide to send a squadron.
You've seen what it can do.

- And we cannot turn back.
- No, we cannot.

What's left?

We can send a specialised task force
down to the surface,

probe for some weakness
in their defence, destroy the weapon.

Colonel? Program a computer research
for qualified personnel

experienced in arctic survival
and mountaineering,

specialised in heavy demolition.

Yes, sir.

- What's your name?
- Corporal Komma, sir.

Well, relax, Komma.

Incredible. You understand this felgercarb?

From Alpha to Omega. You're
a viper pilot, you understand some of it.

At the Academy, if it didn't have
a control stick, I didn't bother.

Is there something you want, Lieutenant?

Captain Apollo and I were touring
the tech levels with the new viper pilots.

I just thought I'd take a look in here.

The female viper pilots?

Er, I believe they are females, yes.

If you'd like to meet them,
they're in the armament room.

I'll keep an eye on the equipment.

I mean, if something flashed red,
I could just yell.

Nothing can go wrong.

It's doing a search for the task force
to go down to the planet.

Sure. Go on.

- That's an order.
- Well, since you put it that way.

- Four specialists and three support.
- Lock it in.

Commander.

Starbuck, you and Boomer take them
to the briefing room.

- Aye aye, Captain.
- Sir.

Commander! There must be some mistake.

Most of these are criminals.
They're aboard the prison barge...

You have your orders, Lieutenant.

Aye aye, sir.

Something serious?

We're just handing the fleet over
to a bunch of criminals.

As long as it's nothing serious.

Croft - commander of the snow garrison
on the ice planet Kalpa.

- Four of 'em raided a Cylon outpost.
- There's nothing illegal about that.

Not a military operation. Armed robbery.

They plundered a Cylon platinum mine.

Wouldn't surrender the bounty
to the Colonial commander.

He didn't go in.
He didn't deserve any part of it.

Who are you? I like to know who
I'm with when I travel with bilge rats.

- Viper pilots. Blue Squadron.
- Commander Adama's strike wing.

- What's the drill?
- You'll find out soon enough.

That computer sure knows how to pick 'em.

Holy frack.

Hey, hey.

Wolfe, demolitions expert,
snow garrison. A one-man task force.

Not real talkative.

Thane, an expert in alien environments.

When people talk about me,
I like to see their eyes.

I work with breathing gear,
rare gases, chemical blends.

I can take you through
land, air, fire and water.

- Says here you're in for murder.
- Mm.

That, too.

She looks like she could take us all on,
with or without chains.

Leda, medic, first-class.

An expert in laser wounds
and arctic-experienced.

- What's the mission?
- Commander'll brief you.

To have Croft and me in the same place
at the same time invites disaster.

You don't like him?

I'm married to him.

And no, I don't like him.

Weee! A cosy little group.

This is one mission I know that
you are not going to volunteer for.

There's not much difference between
you and your fellow convicts and us.

We all live for the promise of freedom
and fear the same death.

Perhaps it was the chains
that made the difference.

Am I in full command?

Of the demolition unit, yes.
Of the expedition, no.

Three warriors will command you.
The commander will be Captain Apollo,

supported by two fine officers,
Lieutenants Boomer and Starbuck.

We've picked up Cylon battlestars
approaching on the long-range scan.

They should reach our position
in 8 or 900 centons.

Whether the pulsar is destroyed or not,

this fleet will move in exactly 700 centons.

Good luck to all of us.

I don't understand
how that computer picked you.

I pulled a tour on Ice Station Thula,
so it makes sense.

But you - you get dizzy
when your drink's too cold.

I wish you'd told the Commander that.
I'd like some way to get out...

Hey, er, Giles, what are you doing?

Giles, what are you doing?

Colonel told me to pack up
Cree's personal effects.

He's not dead. You don't stow
a man's gear until he's dead!

- And he's not dead!
- OK, he's not dead.

- Giles, I'm sorry.
- Just forget it, I know how you feel.

Hey.

Just tell the Commander
you're not qualified for this mission.

Boomer!

You talk like I programmed
that computer myself.

Take him to Vulpa.

Wave. Wave. Wave.

Wave.

Wave. Wave. Wave.

You got him trained.

- Muffit's very intelligent for a daggit.
- Come here, little monster. Come here!

Hey, Muffit,
wanna see Boxey do a trick?

Let me up!

What do you mean? I won't let you up!
What a baby. What a baby!

Come here, I have to talk to you.
I'm going away for a while.

- We don't want you to leave us.
- It won't be for long.

- Where are you going?
- An ice planet with Starbuck.

An ice planet!

Can Muffit and I come?
We've never seen real snow.

Not this time. This is an important mission
for the Galactica.

- But I'm a warrior!
- Yes, you are

and we need you right here
to protect the ship.

Your orders are to do
as Commander Adama says.

- And say my prayers?
- And say your prayers.

I have a very special mission for you.
You see this medallion?

My father gave this to me
when I graduated from the Academy.

It's very important to me.
Could you hold on to it?

- Yes, sir!
- Yes, sir.

OK, upsy-daisy. I'll see you later, OK?

Too bad we can't go on
the ice planet, Muffit.

- Watch your step!
- I'm coming through.

- Not through here!
- Take your hands off!

Wolfe, break it up! Haals! Wolfe!

Wolfe!

Back off.

- How is he?
- He's all right. It's a temporary paralysis.

- What did you use on him?
- Look at this.

Don't touch the switch!
It's a hand mine.

- Don't use this on your own troops.
- We're not barge lice.

- Or grid rats.
- We are.

We were picked because we're expendable.

Nobody's expendable. You're doing
a job on the Cylons, not each other.

Stow your gear and fasten your harness,
we're on countdown.

'Section 12. Launch bay Alpha,
stand by to launch probe.'

'Acknowledged.
Ready to launch.'

'Transferring control
to probe craft. Launch when ready.'

Entry tracks.

- How many?
- Two.

Order the patrol to intercept.

Engage the pulsar.

Pulsar ready to fire.

Fire as target is there.

Get a navigational fix
before we penetrate the cloud.

The surface could be pitch black,
snow powder, pack ice.

- Cylons!
- Dive for the cloud cover!

- They'll outrun us.
- I'll block for you.

This isn't a fighter.
You'll overload the turbines.

Tell that to the Cylons.

Fire.

Put on your breathing gear!

We're going down!

Visibility zero!
Surface coming up on the instruments!

Counting down! Four, three,

two, one, zero!

'We've lost signals from both ships.'

- No reception? None?!
- Not on the viper channel. It's dead.

No lights.
Telemetry indicates total destruct.

- Who was it?
- Killian.

- And the shuttle?
- The emergency channel kicked in.

All reds. Telemetry indicates
heavy structural damage.

We could try on high band.

No, maintain silence.
We cannot reveal our position.

One ship destroyed. One probable.

Contact patrol leader.

- 'Garrison command to patrol leader.'
- Patrol leader.

This is Vulpa.

Tracking reports one invader destroyed,
one probable.

'The probable dropped into cloud cover,
Sector Hekla.'

Search for wreckage. Leave no survivors.

No survivors.

- Boomer, you OK?
- Yeah.

Hit the emergency lights.

- Your head.
- It's nothing. Let's get out!

You did a great job, Starbuck.

The landing you always dreamed of,
no engine, no instruments.

- Grab a light!
- You're one fine pilot.

- How is he?
- It's just a rap on the head.

Look, don't feel so bad.
Anybody else would've lost it all.

- Apollo, get me the medical analyser.
- Yeah.

- What's it look like?
- Broken arm, couple of ribs.

Some internal bleeding.

- Anybody else hurt?
- Yeah. I am.

- What's the matter?
- I'm lonely.

Stay out of my way. And out of my light.

- I have work to do.
- Don't waste your time on him.

- We'll have to leave him behind.
- We're not leaving anybody behind!

We'll see, Captain. We'll see.

It doesn't look good. She'll never fly again.

Worse, she can't sustain life.
All her systems are purged.

Looking on the brighter side,
I think the snowram is operable.

Let's get her out so we can
move the wounded into her.

- He'll be back. Get everybody out!
- I'll get the snowram.

Everybody, out! Cylon patrol overhead.

I might have expected you to trample me.

- I didn't see you in the dark.
- You never did.

- I'll take Voight. Starbuck, help me!
- We're gonna need the communicator.

There's no time. He's spotted us.
You have 10 microns before he's back.

Muffit. Shh.

Boxey.

Muffit wanted to see snow.

Here he comes!

Get down!

Starbuck! Get up on top!

Yeee-ha!

- Great shooting, Starbuck!
- Hey.

Patrol leader was destroyed.

Send out foot patrols.

Hunt the survivors down.

What are the coordinates
of the Battlestar Galactica?

I'm from the Columbia.

The Columbia was destroyed
at the peace conference.

Peace conference!

You have a nervous system
that carries impulses.

Impulses from your brain
that can be tapped.

What is the exact position
of the Galactica?

Go rust yourself.

Connect his cortex to the brain probe.

Begin the probe.

Light the other snow lamp.
Keep it shielded. Let's go.

- Come on, Wolfe.
- You're going across the mountain?

- We'll make it.
- It's our chance to make a break.

To where? We're stuck here.

We can hunt, build shelter.
We've been in worse.

We can hijack a Cylon transport,
run to a sun system.

No! We signed on
to blow up that pulsar cannon.

You'd crawl up that mountain
to get your rank back.

You used to have bite
but now you're toothless.

You stay. We're cutting loose
the first chance we get.

- Let's go. We have a lot of loading to do.
- All right!

- How are they?
- They'll survive if we get shelter.

Get them into the ram.
We'll rotate riding on top.

- Haals and Wolfe go first!
- I'll freeze to death!

You ride on top. That's an order!

Let's go!

- Get over!
- It's frozen on that side!

- Do it before I push you!
- Take it easy, Wolfe!

Aah!

We've just lost power.

Leda!

Haals, are you OK?

- He'll be all right.
- What happened?

That clumsy warrior
shorted out the power cells.

- I'll bet he did.
- Stop it! We got enough trouble.

Ah!

We've got to go on breathers.

There's a di-ethene wave
building in this storm.

- Are you all right?
- Just a little cold.

- What are our chances?
- Depends on how long this storm lasts.

- If the di-ethene reaches death point...
- What's death point?

The air turns to liquid.

Muffit! Come back!

He'll be all right. Muffit isn't like us,
he can survive di-ethene.

- Will he be back?
- He'll be back.

I just hope he doesn't bring
a Cylon patrol back with him.

Galactica.

They are heading toward the plateau.

The Galactica
will be moving forward soon.

Muffit will find help.

At least this storm will cover his tracks.

What do you think...
they're doing to Cree about now?

We've got 220 ships up there.

You're worried about one pilot?

It's not just one pilot,

it's a pilot I was responsible for.

It's not your fault, Starbuck.

Tell that to Cree.

- Oh.
- Where are we?

- What is this place?
- I've never seen anything like it.

Muffit, you came back!

Boxey?

- You OK, Dad?
- Yeah, I'm OK.

You are lucky your daggit
found our hunting party.

You were on Deathpoint Plateau.
Nothing survives there.

We're very grateful.

- Who are you?
- Simple hunters.

Then you'll return our packs
and weapons and we're free to go?

Go? Where would you go?
The storm continues.

The di-ethene has left you dehydrated.
I will see that you receive liquids.

Then we will talk of your going.

I don't like the way he said that.

How'd he get over there?

- Water, could we have some water?
- Silence.

- The wounded need it. You said...
- I said silence!

- Here is the liquid and some food.
- Didn't we just talk to that guy?

They're clones.

We prefer the name Theta-class life forms.

We found the wreckage.

And the humans?

They escaped in a snowram.

We found it abandoned on the plateau.

You hunted them down?

No. Humanoids cannot survive the plateau.

You came to destroy the Ravashol pulsar.

- Ravashol?
- Dr Ravashol. He is human.

A human created that thing for the Cylons?

- If it weren't for him, we wouldn't exist.
- He is the Father Creator.

Is Ravashol God? I'd like to meet him.

No, he's not God.
Not if he's with the Cylons.

- Why does he work for the Cylons?
- They let him live to create.

To create a weapon
that destroys other humans.

The mountain is filled with Cylons.

Even if you could get by them,
the pulsar is constructed of magna,

practically indestructible.

- We have solenite.
- Solenite?

Your injured will stay here.
They will be tended to.

We will guide the rest of you to the village.

- And then?
- You will see when you get there.

- When are we going to make the break?
- Wolfe, don't push it.

- I just want you to know that I'm ready.
- Where'd you get that?

It doesn't matter where I got it.

I can use it on the Cylons
or anyone else who gets in our way.

- Are you OK?
- Yes. Listen.

- Have you seen any others like us?
- You mean, humans?

Yes, warriors. Uniformed, you know?

No, you're the first we've encountered.

Where would the Cylons take
a warrior prisoner?

I thought you were
concerned about the gun?

Yeah, I am. Just curious.

This is the edge of the ice field.
We will follow the ravines from here.

You are now close to the village.

The entrance hatch
is at the end of this ravine.

Wait here. Tenna, come.

You think they'll turn us in to the Cylons?

No.

I don't know why but no.

Warn the others.

Starbuck, shh! Cylon patrol. Pass the word.

- Cylon patrol.
- Everybody down.

Shh.

By your command.

We have news from our outpost on Arcta.

They have encountered fighter craft
from the Galactica.

Yes. But how did you know?

Why do you suppose I have been
gently herding them to this quadrant?

Put out a call for additional base ships.
Resume pursuit at flank speed.

We have lost many fighter craft
in our recent encounters.

We do not have enough
to overwhelm the Galactica.

Adama does not know that.

In any case he cannot retreat
in our direction

with additional base ships coming up.

You are correct, of course.

Yes.

- You have your orders.
- By your command.

Soon, Adama.

Soon.

ST US By Tchen..
Sync & error correction: Ki3r