Battlestar Galactica: Season 2-01: Scattered

Episode Begins

On Galactica in the CIC.

(Adama is draped over the console and bleeding out from his wounds.)

Apollo: Where are the medics Where's Doc Cottle

Medic: Off ship, one rounds in the fleet, sir. Stand clear!

Fisher: Sgt. Fisher reporting, sir.

Tigh: It's gonna be okay. Okay.

Medics enter hurriedly (Talking franticly among themselves)



Tigh's Flashback on cargo ship in their quarters.

Adama: I'm your new shipmate. Bill adama.

(They shake hands.)

Tigh: Saul Tigh.





On Galactica in the CIC.

Medic: he's gonna be okay.

Medic: Okay, we've got tension phoneme. I'm gonna stick him and release the pressure.

Medic: He's gonna be okay.

Boomer: What's going one What happened

Tigh: Sergeant of the guard, secure that thing in the brig.

Fisher: Aye, sir. Hollis, Wenzler, let's go. Let's go!

(They secure Boomer and take her away in cuffs.)

Boomer: Ah! No! Wait!

Medic: Okay, he's breathing! Let's get him down to sickbay, RFN.

Kelly: What the hell

Gaeta: Valerii's shot the old man.

Kelly: What

Medic: Three, one, two...

Gaeta: She must be a Cylon, Colonel's in command. You are second.

Medic: Make a hole!

Apollo tries to follow Adama

Fisher: As you were, Captain.

Apollo: Like hell!

Tigh: Secure Captain Adama! Put him in the brig.

Apollo: Colonel! Colonel Tigh! He's my father! Colonel!

Kelly: Colonel. Could this be a prelude to a Cylon attack

Tigh: How would they know where we are

Racetrack: Valerii could've told them, sir.

Tigh: What How?

Racetrack: When we where aboard the base star, she left the raptor for a few minutes and came back without her helmet. She might've told the Cylons everything. Our position, defences...

Kelly: Colonel, the toasters have knocked out our CO. This has got to be part of a bigger plan. I recommend we execute a jump

to urgency standby coordinates.

Dualla: Colonel, I've located Doc Cottle. He's aboard the rising star.

Gaeta: Dradis! Signal of contact, Cylon base star bearing 4-8-7 carom 0-1-5.

Kelly: Sir, we can't stay here. Sir.



Tigh flashback on the cargo ship.

Adama: So what's your plan here? Personally, I tend to go with what you know. 'until something better turns up.



On Galactica in the CIC.

Kelly: Sir!

Tigh: Dee, alert the fleet. We are making an immediate jump to the emergency coordinates.

Dualla: Sir, Doc Cottle is still 15 minutes away.

Tigh: He'll have to rejoin us one the other side of the jump.

Gaeta: Sir! What about our people one the surface of Kobol?

Tigh: If they're still alive, they'll have to wait.

Gaeta: FTL

Dualla: Go!

Gaeta: Nav-con

Dualla: Go! Galactica to all vessels. Prepare to make an immediate FTL jump to escape coordinates alpha. I say again, escape coordinates alpha. Clock will start one my mark. Mark.



On Galactica in the brig.

Roslin: Captain, what have they done to you What's going o-n

Apollo: My father's been shot.

Roslin: What?

Apollo: Someone get this fraking' thing off me, please

Guard: I'm not authorized to do that.

Apollo: I'm behind the fraking' bars!

Roslin: Captain. How bad is your father

Apollo: Bad. Two bullets in the chest.

Roslin: Is Dr. Cottle with him?

Apollo: No, Doc Cottle's not on board.



On Galactica in the CIC.

Dualla: Attention, Galactica. Fleet is away. Stand by to jump in five, four, three, two, one-- jump.

Gaeta: Jump completed.

Tigh: Report. Report!

Gaeta sees nothing on the screen.

Gaeta: Dradis is empty, no contacts.

Tigh: No contacts Where is the fleet Dee!

Dualla: Checking all channels. No colonial signals. They're gone, sir.



On Kobol in the Opera House (Baltar's dream)

#6: Isn't she beautiful, Gaius?

(They both look down into the bassinet.)

Baltar: I don't think I have ever been touched so deeply in my entire life.

#6: You're going to make a wonderful father.

Baltar: Speaking metaphorically, of course.

#6: And literally. She's our child, Gaius. Our little girl.

Baltar: What?

#6: Do you want to hold her

Baltar: Mm...yes. Yes, of course I do. But she's not real. Any more than, uh... any of this is. Real.

#6: She's real.

Baltar: She is

#6: She may not be with you yet, but she will be. Soon.

Baltar: I'm having a little difficulty-- I'm trying to understand, I want to understand. I--

#6: (She sighs)

Baltar: You are the mother.

#6: And you're the father.



On Kobol at the ruins.

(Baltar is laying on a step.)

Baltar: Am I the father?

Cally: Excuse me?

Baltar: Dream, I'm, been clearly having a dream...

Cally: We're moving out, sir. Get up. And if you wouldn't mind carrying something this time, that'd be great.

Socinus: (He wheezes as he struggles to breathe.)

Selix: This is serisonin, it should help you breathe a little easier.

Socinus: (He coughs and wheezes)

Tyrol: Here, just take it easy. You'll be feeling better in a few minutes.

Selix: Excuse me, sir. We've got to get you up.

Socinus: (He wheezes) It hurts.

Selix: I know.

(Socinus is carried off)

Baltar: If you don't mind my asking, where are we going, Crashdown

Crashdown: Tree line. We can hide, still see the crash site in case Galactica sends a rescue party.

Baltar: Galactica will be sending a rescue party.

(Aircraft sound over head but not seen)

Tyrol: Everybody down!

Cally: what was that?

Selix: That Cylons?

Crashdown: Maybe. Selix, grab the ammo. Staggered formation, I'll take point. Chief, you're bringing up the rear. Be ready to tell the private, people.

Tyrol: LT...I think we should double-check the supplies before we bug out.

Crashdown: Sorry, Chief, we don't have the time. If that's an aircraft turbine, they're gonna be one us any moment.

Tyrol: LT..., we got to make sure we have everything!

Crashdown: We don't have the time, Chief!

Tyrol: Damn it. Gods Damn it!



On Galactica in Tigh's quarters.

Ellen: What's going one, Saul? Where's the fleet?

Tigh: We don't know, they jumped to another location.

Ellen: You've got blood on your pants. Why would they do that?

Tigh: Every watch we update our emergency jump calculations with new star fixes to compensate for inertial drift, and then we transmit them to the rest of the fleet. This time ours were updated, but theirs weren't. Gaeta was supposed to transmit them to the rest of the fleet.

Ellen: So it's Gaeta's fault?

Tigh: Oh, the kid was overwhelmed. He had his hands full.

Ellen: If you say so. It sounds like a pretty big screw-up to me...

Tigh: I should have checked before I gave the order to jump!

Ellen: This doesn't sound like you, Saul. You don't let people slide. You bust their ass'. Now, if Bill doesn't make it..

Tigh: He'll make it.

Ellen: If he doesn't, this will be your ship, your command. All I'm saying is you need...

(He cuts her off.)

Tigh: This is Bill Adama's ship.



On Galactica in the CIC.

Tigh: This is his command. His orders are still the word of the gods one this ship. Just so we're clear. This will be Adama's command until the day he dies. And we are not going to let him die. So say we all.

(All): So say we all.

Tigh: As you were. So how do we find the fleet?

Kelly: If we jump back to our original coordinates, our nav computers can use those star fixes to generate a best fit solution, given the fleet's current position.

Tigh: The Cylons are waiting for us back there. How long will that take to calculate once we get back there?

Gaeta: If we shut down all our functions, 12 hours.

Tigh: There's no way we can hold off a Cylon base star for 12 hours. (exasperated)



On Galactica in the brig.

Roslin: We have got to jump back. We can't stay here. Lieutenant Thrace won't be able to find us once she retrieves the arrow from Caprica.

Billy: If she retrieves the arrow.

Roslin: She'll retrieve the arrow. Captain, you've got to get reinstated. You've got to get back to the CIC. Got to denounce me, disavow me, do whatever you need to do. Colonel Tigh cannot relocate this fleet one his own without your father.

Apollo: Tigh's not letting me out of here. I put a gun to his head. He won't forget that anytime soon.

Roslin: I am so sorry that I got you into this, Captain.

Apollo: No, don't apologize. I knew what I was doing. But I didn't do it for you. I did it for... well, actually, I did it for... nothing, turns out.

Roslin: That's not true. You took a stand.

Apollo: And now look at us.



On Kobol in the Emerald forest.

Crashdown: Watch your foot. (Exhausted.) Everyone take five.

Selix: Give me the med kit. Where's the med kit

Tyrol: How you doing? Hey, how you doing, buddy?

Socinus: Good. Just listening to the birds.

(Sounds of birds chirping.)

Tyrol: I'll be damned. I don't remember the last time I heard birds.

Socinus: (Coughing.)

Tyrol: Take it easy, okay

Selix: Damn it.

Crashdown: What is it

Selix: We're out of serisonin.

Crashdown: It's all right, I'll get the other med kit.

Tarn: What other med kit?

Crashdown: Oh, don't fraking' tell me. We pulled two med kits from the ship. I told you to keep an eye one both of them.

Tarn: I only saw the one, sir.

Crashdown: There were two.

Tarn: I'm sorry, sir, but I don't remember you telling me...

Crashdown: Well, I did!

Selix: Sir, his lungs are filling up with fluid. If he doesn't get more serisonin soon, he's not gonna make it.

Crashdown: Okay, Tarn. You forgot the med kit, so you're gonna have to go back and get it. Take a rifle, three clips of ammo, and a canteen.

Tarn: What?

Crashdown: Move.

Tyrol: Cally, come here. Watch the rear. (He walks over to Crashdown.)LT... You can't send him alone.

Crashdown: You questioning my orders, Chief?

Tyrol: No, I'm just pointing out a flaw in your plan. Doesn't need to be any bigger than that. Cally and I can go with him.

Crashdown: All right, fine, but would you look out for Cally?...

Tyrol: Cally, give me the rifle. We three go. Leave that, leave your backpack. Side arms out. Tarn, you're bringing up the rear (says to Cally) in the middle, shhh. Eyes and ears.



On Caprica in the Delphi Museum of Colonial History.

Caprica Sharon: Her consciousness is being downloaded into another body right now. And when she wakes up, she'll tell them exactly where we are.

Helo: She's right, we can't stay here.

Starbuck: She's right, huh? Sharon the Cylon is right. It's all just, "listen to Sharon the Cylon." "Do whatever she says." 'Cause that's a good idea.

Helo: Hey, Kara, she helped me get this far.

Starbuck: Okay, I get it. I get it, Helo. You and I go way back, so I get it. All right, I remember how you felt about her, but that is not the real Sharon. That is some cheap knock-off copy.

Caprica Boomer: I'm not a copy. I'm Sharon. I remember the first day I met you, Starbuck. You were puking your guts out in the head because you'd eaten bad oysters on...

Starbuck: Don't do that. (She trains her gun on Sharon.)

Helo: Hey!

Starbuck: I don't like it and I don't like you. So the best thing you can do is just keep your damn mouth shut.

Helo: Starbuck. Put it down, for Gods' sakes.

Starbuck: What do you want from me, Helo She's a Cylon. You've been had. We've been had. So what, I'm just supposed to be

nice to her? Because she says she's pregnant? Get out of the way.

Helo: No.

Starbuck: Carl, do not think that I will not'(The gun fires off and misses Sharon.)

Helo: I'm not gonna let you kill her! Okay She's carrying my child. (He holds her back.)

Starbuck: My gods, men are so painfully stupid sometimes! How do you know that? (Sharon sneak off in the background!)

Helo: I know, all right? She is not lying.

Starbuck: They lie about everything, Helo, their entire existence is a lie. They're not human, Helo. They're machines. You can't have a baby with a machine. I don't know what to tell you. Okay?

Helo: But I believe her. I-it's hard to describe. We've been together a long time. I mean, I know what she is, but she is not like the others. She is not.

(Raider engines can be heard crackling to life.)

Starbuck: No, no, no, no, no! (They run outside.)

Starbuck: Bitch took my ride.

(Starbuck's Raider flies up and off.)



On Galactica in the sickbay.

Tigh: How's he doing?

Medic: Well, the bullet's tore up his spleen. His blood pressure is way down. Somebody needs to get in there and stop the bleeding, or we'll lose him.



Tigh Flashback in a bar.

Adama: So what's your plan?

Tigh: Don't really have one.

Adama: I'm getting back into the cockpit. I'm getting back into my fleet. And I want you to come with me, Saul.

Tigh: You really believe that we can get back in the fleet?

Adama: Yeah, I do. Yeah, I do.



On Galactica in the sickbay.

Medic: How long 'til Doc Cottle's aboard?

Tigh: I don't know. It's gonna be a while.

Medic: He doesn't have much time, sir.

Tigh: You're gonna have to go in yourself.

Medic: Me I'm just a medic.

Tigh: Today you're a doctor.



On Galactica in the brig.

Guard: Colonel.

Tigh: Open cell.

Boomer: How's the Commander?

Tigh: You've bungled the job. If that's what you're asking.

Boomer: Then he's alive. Thank the gods. (Tigh backhands her, hard across the face.)

Tigh: How many of our pilots were Cylons ?

Boomer: I don't know.

Tigh: Who gave the order to shoot the old man?

Boomer: No one. Just get it over with, you fraking' coward. (Tigh smacks her around some more.)

Tigh: (He looks to the guard.) Give me your firearm. Give me your gun!

Guard: Yes, sir. (He hands Tigh the gun. Tigh presses it to Boomer's head.)

Boomer: Just shoot me. Get it over with.

(Tigh waits a bit and then pulls the gun away and hands it back to the guard and then leaves the cell.)



On Kobol at the ruins.

Tyrol: Okay, Tarn. Go up, take a look. If it's not there, it's at the raptor. And we'll have to move up more.

Tarn: I got it, Chief.

Tyrol: All right, let's get the hell out of here. Tarn one point. Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go.



On Kobol in the Emerald forest.

Cally: This makes no sense. Why am I carrying the med kit when you forgot it?

Tarn: Okay, first of all that's LT's kit. Secondly, I'm on point.

Cally: Whatever.

Tyrol: All right, children, that's enough. I'll tell you what, Cally. If it makes you feel any better, I'll put him on hangar deck mop-up duty with you for the next week.

Cally: Now you're talking'.

Tarn: For what? If anybody should have mop duty, it's the LT.

(Tarn is shot twice by an unseen enemy. All hell breaks loose.)

Tyrol: Go! Go! Get down! Top of the ridge! Cally, take the rifle and cover me! Suppressive fire. Okay, okay, wait for me. Wait for me, all right Go, go, go, go, go. Don't move! I'm coming for you, don't move.

Tarn: (Groans in pain.)

Tyrol: Jeez! 'm coming. Give me fire! Cally, go, go!

Cally: They're dug in, Chief. I can't see them.

Tyrol: Cover me! Come on. Come on. You'll be okay, you're okay. You're okay, you're okay. It's okay. Get one my back. Get one my back. Get one me, get one me. (He recovers Tarn, he carries him to cover.)

Tarn: (Groans painfully.)

Cally: Chief, they're not following us anymore.

Tyrol: Cally, there. There. I know you're hit, buddy. It's okay, I'm gonna check you right now. I'm gonna put him here, Cal.

Here, stay down. Be with me right here. Okay, I'm gonna check you right now. It's not that bad, it's not that bad. It's not that bad. Cally, check the ridge.

Tarn: I want to go home, Chief.

Tyrol: I know, I know. We're going home. We're going home, okay? Okay?

Tarn: (Mumbling as he fades.)

Tyrol: Sh, sh, sh, sh. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Stay with me. Hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me. Stay with me, stay with me. Be with me, be with me. Come on, come on. Hey, hey, hey, hey. (Tarn dies)

Cally: Chief. Chief, we got to go. We got to go. We got to go. Chief.

Tyrol: That's it. That's it, you stupid, frakked-up crap!

Cally: Chief, Socinus needs us now. Come on. Come on. Let's go.



On Galactica in a bathroom.

Dualla: Not your fault, Lieutenant. Not from where I was standing.

Gaeta: I was the O.O.D.

Dualla: It was crazy in there, sir. Can't blame yourself.

(Gaeta starts arranging soap trays in a line as he gets an idea.)



On Galactica in the CIC.

Gaeta: So we jump back to the last coordinates. But we network the FTL computer with a nav, dc, and fire control computers. Once they're linked, we'll only need ten minutes to complete the calculations.

Kelly: You can't be serious. The old man would never do this, Colonel. No computer networks on his ship. I acknowledge that, sir. But I can devise a software firewall that will buy us more time.

Kelly: Really, you're gonna out-think the Cylons at computer software

Gaeta: Sir, if we don't do this, we're never gonna find the fleet. Certainly not before the commander dies.

Kelly: This is still the old man's command. We can't do something he'd oppose, especially when it puts the entire ship at risk.

Tigh: (On the intercom.) This is the XO. Begin jump prep. Those are... my orders.



Tigh's flashback on a freighter.

Tigh: Ha! Yes! He's in. The kid is back in the fleet. So, let's have the truth. How did you do it How'd you get off this fraking' freighter?

Adama: Connections. Anne's father has a friend on the defence subcommittee.

Tigh: So the new wife comes through. Wish I had in-laws with pull.

Adama: Gimme a couple of years. I'll have some pull. You watch me. I'll have my own Battlestar one day.

Watkins: Open up, please.



On Galactica in the brig.

Apollo: All right You have my parole. When I'm on duty, I'll make no attempt to free her or sow insurrection among the crew.

And when I'm not on duty, I'll report directly back to this cell.

Tigh: Pre-flight brief is underway in the ready room.

Apollo: Right.

Roslin: Good hunting, Captain.

Apollo: Thank you..., Madam President!

Roslin: Colonel, once you find the fleet, I'd like to have a word with you.

Tigh: There's nothing to talk about. You went up against the old man and you lost.



On Galactica in the CIC.

Tigh: We jump in, we hold off the Cylons. We crunch the numbers. Then we jump out. That's it. Simple plan. Not so simple to do.

Gaeta: Computers have been networked. My board is green, sir. All stations report ready to jump.

Tigh: That software firewall ready?

Gaeta: Best I can make it, sir. Wish Dr. Baltar was here.

Tigh: To hell with that. Take your work over that shifty son of a bitch any day.

Dualla: Stand by. In five, four, three, two, jump.

Gaeta: Jump completed.

Tigh: Report!

Gaeta: Multiple dradis contacts. Cylon base star and multiple Cylon raiders bearing 4-8-7 carom 2-2-1.

The Basestar launches 100's of raiders at the Galactica.

Tigh: Lieutenant.

Gaeta: Computations underway. We'll be able to plot the fleet's position in seven minutes.



In Vipers heading towards the Basestar.

Flyboy: Whoo-hoo! Ha ha ha! Let's get these psychos!

Kat: Hey flyboy, you know we got a pool going, right See who gets the most kills now that Starbuck's AWOL.

Flyboy: Well, we know I'm gonna clean up.

Apollo: Flyboy, shut up and focus. This is not a simulation.

Flyboy: Roger that.



On Galactica in the sickbay.

Kim: His heart stopped!

Medic: Defib, now! (Note Deliberators don't restart stopped hearts they clear unstable beats.)

Kim: Power's unstable, the battery units are at the aid stations.

Medic: Well, then, get me a knife.



In Vipers engaging the Cylons.

Apollo: Weapons free. And open racks. And engage! Okay.

(The Dog fighting begins.)



On Galactica in the CIC.

Gaeta: Here they come. Cylons are hacking our network. Attempting to access our gateway.

Tigh: Now it's a race.

Gaeta: First firewall penetrated.



In Vipers dog fighting.

Apollo: Sierra Alpha, we got a new bogey.

Hotdog: What is that thing?

Apollo: I don't know, but whatever it is, it's bearing one Galactica. We got to take it out.

Hotdog: Apollo, Hotdog offensive. Three right, five at two.

Tally: Tally, Hotdog. Count one me.

Kat: Roger that. I'm with you, leader.



On Galactica in the brig.

Guard: (Walks towards Roslin) Will you pray with me? Help us, lords of Kobol. Help your prophet Laura guide us to the path of righteousness. That we might-- that we might destroy our enemies. Let us walk the path of righteousness and lift our faces unto your goodness. Help us turn away from the calls of the wicked and show us the knowledge of your certain salvation. We offer this prayer. (various scenes flash)



On Galactica in the CIC.

Gaeta: Calculations at 56%. Second firewall's been breached. (time passes, space combat ensues) Frak they're fast! Third firewall down!



In Vipers chasing the strange Cylon ship.

Kat: Apollo: Approaching Galactica's flak barrier. Cylon target within gun range.

Apollo: Winged it!

Kat: Apollo! We're straying into Galactica's engagement zone!

Apollo: I'm almost there, I'm almost there. I'm almost there, come one!

Kat: Back! Back, back!

Apollo: Damn it! I had it!

(Apollo flies into the flak zone, spin end over end and pulls out fast. The strange Cylon ship continues through takes additional damage and crashes into the Galactica's gift shop and museum landing bay.) Note (The non-functioning shop/museum bay now has a really cool looking addition to Cylon display area.)

Dualla: Apollo reports impact on the starboard flight pod.

Apollo: You got a decompression in the flight pod. No explosion. No fire. Repeat, no fire.

Dualla: No fire.



On Galactica in the CIC.

Gaeta: Calculations at 80%. Almost there. They're through the fourth firewall. one left until they've accessed our mainframe.



In Vipers dog fighting

Kat: Frakker.

Flyboy: Whoo! That was mine, that was mine!

On Galactica in the CIC.

Gaeta: Come on, come on. We have a solution for the fleet's position.

Tigh: Break the network.

(Gaeta pulls the computer connections.)

Gaeta: Network is broken! Computers restored to local control.

Tigh: Tell the vipers to get back aboard. We're getting awful lucky today. Prepare to jump.

Dualla: Vipers aboard, sir. Stand by. In five, four, three, two... Jump.

Gaeta: Jump completed.

Tigh: Report!

(Gaeta looks intently at the screen.)

Gaeta: Uh... multiple contacts 'round the board.

Dualla: Colonial transponders, sir. We found 'em!

(Cheering can be heard.)

Tigh: Captain Kelly. Lieutenant Gaeta. (Shakes their hands)

Gaeta: Sir.

Tigh: Dee. Contact the Rising Star. Tell Cottle to get his ass over here A.S.A.P.





On Galactica in the sickbay.

Tigh: Hell of a job.

Medic: From now on, no more heart massages for me. I'm sticking to pills and enemas. Sir.

Tigh: Let's hear it.

Medic: Well, I managed to stop the bleeding. Um, but... he's still critical.

Tigh: Doc's on his way. Can you hear me, Bill



Tigh's flashback in his apartment.

(Tigh douses his uniform with lighter fluid. Shaking he tries to light the lighter.)

(Knocking on his door can be heard.)

Tigh: Go away.

Watkins: Captain Tigh, It's the shore patrol. Sergeant Watkins, sir. Open up, please. Major Adama's compliments. He wishes me to inform you you've been reinstated in the colonial fleet. With the rank of Captain.

(Tigh opens the door)

Tigh: Major Adama.

Watkins: Welcome back to the fleet, sir.

Tigh: I'll be right with you, Sergeant.

Watkins: Yes, sir.



On Galactica in the sickbay.

Tigh: You never should have brought me back in the service. If you'd just let me be, I'd have died back there in Caprica along with everyone else, and been happier for it. I don't want to command. I never did. Don't you dare die on me now.



On Galactica in the starboard hangar. (Gift shop/museum)

(Cylon Centurions start activating inside the crashed Cylon ship. They look menacing. They start to exit the ship and enter the gift shop.)



TO BE CONTINUED'...

Transcribed by CylonGod