Battlestar Galactica: Season 2-03: Fragged

Episode begins

On Kobal in the Emerald forest.


Crashdown: Lords of Kobol, take these brave men into your arms, take ah... take... take the spirits of our fallen friends so that they may share in the everlasting life that awaits us all beyond the veil of tears. So say we all.
Six: nothing awaits them , No eternal life, no damnation. Only oblivion.
Baltar: Because they haven't seen the face of God. I take it.
Six: becaue they died here. On Kobol.
Baltar: I see.
Tyrol: Doc….lets go. We're moving out. Doc here me? We're moving out. (Tosses Baltar a rucksack)
Baltar: I did hear you, Chief. I just don't respond to the title "doc". A "dock" is a platform for loading and unloading material. My title is "Doctor" or "MR.Vice President" if you don't mind.
Tyrol: Your are loading are you not?
Tyrol: L-T?..L-T!…Crash.
Crashdown: (Staring at the dog tags of Tarn and Socinus) Hrmm? Oh yeah Chief I'll be right there. (grabs the tags and goes)

(They are over looking a ridge. Looking for Cylons)

Tyrol: No Cylons.
Crashdown: Are you sure?
Tyrol: Uh-oh. Wait a minute. (Tyrol motions with his hand.) Treeline, two oclock.
Crashdown: got'em. What are they doing?
Tyrol: Looks like they're dismantling the ship.
Crashdown: Why? Why don't they just use it two fly the hell out of here
Tyrol: I don't know. I can't tell. They're…dragging it into the treeline. It's uh…oh, wait a minute. They're building something.
Crahsdown: Chief, is that a…
Tyrol: A missile. They're building a missile battery.
Crashdown: Well, at least we know why they're not chasing us.
Baltar: Why? Why aren't they chasing us?
Tyrol: Because they don't have to. They can just sit back, launch a missile barrage that'll wipe out every living thing in this valley.

On Galactica in a hallway
Doc Cottle: next time a say I'm in a hurry cycle the damn airlock faster. Is this your first day? (Says to a guard)
Billy: Doctor, thanks the gods you're here. The President needs your help. (Doc ignores him)
Dr Cottle: Move.
Billy: Doctor..doctor! (He passes by Billy and enters another hallway and into a room.)


In the Operating room

Dr Cottle: OK. Let's have some vitals. Like now.
Kim: Two bullets 9mm. (As he motions to the charts on the wall) This one lacerated the spleen, the other one nicked the aorta. Now we've remove the spleen and thought we repaired the Aorta, but—
Ishay: Over the past few hours, his B.P's dropped down again. It's only 80 over 40. And his heart rate's creeping back into the 130's.
Dr Cottle: Well you missed something. He's still hemmoraging somewhere. (Cottle looks at both of them) Where gonna loose him unless we can stop that bleeding. Give me a A.B.G and a C.B.C and a coags., and get set up for a rapid sequence intubation.
Tigh: Is he gonna make it?
Dr Cottle: How should I know I'm not a psychic? Now get the hell out of here. (Doc leaves and Tigh just stands there staring at Adama).

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On Galactica in the Operating room.

Dr Cottle: It's a mess in here. Looks like the mesenteric artery may have been damaged. 3.7 mac. God damn it Kim, learn the instruments I said a3.7 mac.
Kim: Sorry.
Dr Cottle: Clamp. Clamp!
Ishay: DR. Cottle his pressures dropping. It's 60 on 30. Heart rate's starting to fall. I don't think he can last much longer.
Dr Cottle: Just stay focused. Get some more suction in here so I can see what I am doing.

On Galactica in a hallway. (Tigh is drinking a flask of booze.) (Billy walks in from behind) (Tigh recaps the bottle) (Billy clears his throat)
Billy: Ahem. Colonal… hows the commander?
Tigh: What?
Billy: Uh, ahem, how's the commander?
Tigh: He's still in surgery. What's on you mind?
Billy: Uh, I need some medication for the president.
Tigh: She's not the president anymore. Cottle's a little busy right now.
Billy: Sir she's very ill.. (Tigh cuts him off)
Tigh: Why aren't you in the brig?
Billy: Um… because…no one put me in there.

(Tigh leaves Billy and enters the CIC)

Tigh: What the hell's all this? Why aren't you in the brig?
Apollo: I'm on duty, sir. Planning the search and rescue mission.
Tigh: Search and rescue? For who? We lose and airplane, and no one tells me?! (He looks around the CIC quizzingly)
Apollo: For our Raptor crew down on the surface of Kobo, Sir.
Tigh: Simes is the senior pilot now, he plan the SAR
Apollo: You ask me to command of the air group when I'm on duty. And I'm on duty. So am I in command or not?
Tigh: What's the status of the SAR, Captain?
Apollo: Well, we don't know what area Raptor 3 went down. So the only realistci chance of finder her is to her disaster transponder beacon is functioning. I intend to take two Raptors, one with medical persona,l and make five low level orbits of the planet.
Tigh: what about the Cylon Baseship that Lt Valarii supposedly destroyed? What if she was lying?
Apollo: Racetrack confirmed the destruction of the baseship, and I checked the gun camera footage from the Raptors, which confirms it.
Tigh: Lt.Gaeta, why are you hovering about?
Gaeta: Uh, It's the press.
Tigh: The press?
Gaeta: They're demanding to know how much longer we plan on holding them, and when they can contact the home ships.
Tigh: They demand? They're in no position to demand anything. You tell them to shut their yaps. We'll get to them in due time.
Dualla : Excuse me, Colonal. Shuttle from the Zephyer is requesting to enter the landing pattern.
Tigh: The Zephyer?
Dualla: Yes, Sir evidently the quorum of twelve is aboard. They're demanding to see you.
Tigh: They demand?
Apollo: (He quips) Demanding job, commanding a battlestar.
Tigh: Clear them to land. Put them in the ward room and hold them there until I have time to see them.

On Galactica in the Brig.
Roslin: Aa'h! (She screams from her sleep.)
Guard: Madem president? What's wrong with her? (He asks Billy)
Billy: I don't know, but she's clearly sick. You can see that, can't you?
Guard: Well, There's nothing I can do!
(Billy walks around the cell to get closer to Roslin)
Billy: Madem president…
Roslin: Yes?
Billy: Can I get you anything while you are in the brig?
Roslin: breaths out and says Ohh.. Ohh. Really? No, thank you. (She moves closers to him.) I'm sorry. I'm finding it…hard to think. It's withdrawl.
Billy: The Camalla?
Roslin: yes
Billy: I'm trying to get you more.
Roslin: Go fast.


On Kobol in the emerald forest. (They are looking down on to the Cylons below)

Cally: I count….Six missiles being carried into the forest site so far.
Baltar: It's all so pointless.
(He fades out into one of his private sessions with Six at his home on Caprica).
We kill them. And they kill us. so we kill more of them.
So they kill more of us. What's the point anymore?
Six: You and your …..race invented murder. Invented killing for sport, greed, and envy. It's man's one true art form.
Baltar: You've done some killing of you own, I think.
Six: Yes, Well, we're you children. You taught us well
Baltar: Why does God want to bring a child in to this kind of world anyway.
Six: Because, despite everything, despite all of it, he still wants to offer you salvation. Our child will bring that salvation.. But only if you accept your role as her father. And her guardian.
Baltar: I'm not ready for that. All right? I'm not a father. I'm not a guardian. I'm moral leader capable of leading. Let alone a baby.
Six: Be a man, Gaius.
Baltar: What?
Six: Be a man .Whatever else you are, you are that. Time is coming you'll have to act like one.
(Back to the Emerald forest.)
Tyrol: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. L-T, check this out.
Crashdown: What do you got, chief?
Tyrol: 45 degress east of the launcher. You see that tree stump?
(Crashdown looks into his binoculars)
Crashdow: What the hell is that?
Tryol: Looks like a dradis dish. At least, the Cylon version of a dradis dish. It's probably salvaged from the nose cone of the ship. (pauses and thinks) They're building and anti-aircraft battery.
Cally: Anti-aircraft? For want? There are no other aircraft around here.
Tyrol: The Galactica's gonna send a search and rescue team. When they do, that's at least two raptors do a low pass over the crash site.
Crashdown: When those raptors come looking for us,
Tyrol: Risking their lives to rescue us…
Crashdown: Cylons will shoot them down

On Galacticia in a hangar bay.
Apollo: Seven birds down for repairs. Three out on picket duty with the CAP.
Dualla: Uh, Con traffic, Sir. Priority message on top.
Tigh: Cut to the chase, Captain! How long before you launch the SAR? Come on, D, these are all marked "priority."
Dualla: Sorry, Sir, that's how they came in .
Apollo I'm cannibalising 305 for parts. Should be up in the air in, I don't know. 90 minutes.
Tigh: 90 minutes?! (He yells!) We got men down on that frakking planet! (He stares at Adama) Get your head in the game. Do your job or go back to the Brig. (He walks away with Dualla) Are all the members of the quorum in the ward room?
Dualla: All 12, Sir.
Tigh: I don't suppose you wanna do this for me?
Dualla: Never was much for public speaking, Sir.

On Galactica in a ward room. (All the quorum members and Tigh are arguing.)

Male Rep: Why have you imprisoned the president?
WoMale Rep: So why are we under guard here that's what I want to know?
Male Rep: So what exactly is going on here? We have been cooped up in here..
Tigh: Laura Roslin supported mutiny and sedition about this ship. She caused a key
military asset to be lost at a critical moment! The commander felt he had no choice but to remove her from power.
WoMale Rep: You said that. Several times!
Tigh: Well I…(Man cuts him off)
Male Rep: You don't seem to be listening, Colonel. It does not matter what Adama felt. He had absolutely no authority-- (Zarek cuts in)
Zarek: Adama knew exactly what he was doing. He was paving the way to declare marshal law and usher in a military dictatorship. Isn't that right, Colonel?
Tigh: I can't speak for the commander. (Tigh pours a glass of water) He's still in surgery.
Zarek: Well, you seem to be giving the order around here. So what exactly are you planning to do? Are you declaring martial law?
Tigh: Absolutely not. I know for a fact that the old man hated the very idea of martial law. He believed in freedom and democracy and all that good stuff. (Raises his glass)
Zarek: Well, since this is still a….democracy, and all that good stuff, I move that the quorum demand to have immediate access to president Roslin.
Male Rep: Excellent. I second it.
WoMale Rep: All those in favour.
All: Aye.
Zarek: Aye.
Women: Motion carries. Colonel, we demand immediate access to the president.
(Tigh plops his pen into his water and gets up and goes to the door)
Tigh: I will take you "demand" under advisement. (Tigh leaves)

On Galactica in the brig.

Ellen Tigh: Madam President.
Roslin: Mumbling: clearly anything that impedes that understanding--
Ellen Tigh: Madam President
Roslin: Mumbling: I have to consider--
Ellen Tigh: Laura. Laura.
Roslin: Hello.
Ellen Tigh: hi. Are you all right?
(Roslin gets up weekly)
Ellen Tigh: I, uh, just came down to see if there was anything I could do for you. Anything I can get you?
(Roslin wobbles and walks over to Ellen)
Roslin: I would like to have a conversation with my attorney. Could you arrange that?
Ellen Tigh: Yeah. Yeah, sure right. (She chuckles) Laura, do you know where you are?
Roslin I'm in jail.
Ellen Tigh: What's my name?
Roslin: Have we met? I'm.. (She winces in pain) I'm sorry…Excuse me..(She holds her head) There's just…a ringing. Excuse me.
Ellen Tigh: Ringing?
Roslin: Ohh.
Ellen Tigh: Right. Okay, then. /take care.
Roslin: Ohh..Ohh.. Oh, my Gods. Ellen Tigh. Ellen.
(The Guard grabs his prayer beads and starts praying to the lords of Kobol)


On Kobol in the Emerald forest.
(Baltar is climbing across a log. Stops and looks out his field glasses.)

Crashdown: The launcher looks like a simple point and shoot. No built-in guidance. Ordinance appear to be standard ship to ship missiles. They're modifying them for atmospheric flight.
Cally: One Cylon centurion walks the perimeter, stopping at regular intervals.
Baltar: The Dradis dish that controls the missiles is on the 4.5 KG wavelength, Judging by the diameter. It's guarded by two centurions, I think.
Crashdown: I'm sorry, Doc, did you say it was guarded by two centurions? Okay, is the dradis guarded continuously or intermittently?
Baltar: I saw two centurions through the field glasses….Continuously, for five minutes. In that time they didn't leave their post. (It shows a flash back of him dropping the glasses and leaving as the Cylons leave the post.)
Crashdown: So there's three toaster near the launcher. Two more out by the dish. That's a lot of Cylons. You ever handle a weapon before? (He asks to Baltar)
Baltar: Who, me? No. I'm not a solider, Crashdown.
Crashdown: I'll try to give the most simplest assignment, but I'm gonna need every man we got.
Tyrol: You're not suggesting we attack the Cylons?
Crashdown: We owe it to Socinus and Tarn to take those frakkers out. Before they kill anyone else we have equal numbers we have the element of surprise. Therefore we have the initiative we can attack at the time and place of our choosing.
(Tyrol sighs and walks over to Crashdown walking straight past him without directly looking at him)
Tyrol: LT a word in private (Crashdown flows)
Baltar: He's Crazy im not trained for this kind of thing. I have never fired a gun in my life.
Selix: I have not fired one (a gun) since basic.
Baltar: You? (Directs the question to Cally.)
Cally: I just joined to pay for dental school (Baltar looks in disbelief)
Away from Cally, Baltar and Selix. Crashdown and Tyrol talk.
Tyrol: Basic Ground assault was a long time ago for all of US. Those aren't training officers out there they are programmed killing machines.
Crashdown: WE don't have any choice, Galatica will be definitely sending a search and rescue party, it's just a matter of time and if we don't take out that launcher.
Tyrol: We can't go up against a armed and defended position they will wipe us in the first two minutes .
Crashdown: That's enough, chief under the circumstances its important to keep your cool .
Tyrol: (calmly) I don't believe I have lost my cool.
Crashdown: I disagree, look I don't want to attack the launcher, but it's our duty we owe it to the rescue party and Socinus and Tarn
Tyrol: I fail to see what this has to do with Socinus and Tarn
Crashdown: Maybe that's why im an officer and your not
(Tyrol sighs and is clearly hurt by Crashdown's remark)
Crashdown to Tyrol: Dismissed (Tyrol Nods his head)
Shot of Baltar, Cally and Selix looking deeply concerned at the events at hand.
Crashdown leads a battle briefing over the impending attack on the Launcher. On the ground there is a mapped out battle plan with 4 tree branches outlining the target area and bits and pieces from the kits they are carrying to mark out the Cylon positions .
Crashdown: This briefing will outline the plan of attack in five graphs. Graph 1 situation, our situation is that we are stranded on Kobol with a group of five Cylons who are planning to use an AAU to destroy any SAR aircraft sent to find us there are no other friendly forces present .
Baltar walks over to Tyrol who is looking over the plan on the ground.
Baltar: What's all this graph business?
Crashdown (in the background): Graph 2 our mission is to destroy the AAU...
Tyrol: It's a five paragraph order, of basic officer command that we learnt in officer candidate school it's just not used this literally in the field
Crashdown: (Crashdown in the background) Graph 3 …. (Crashdown now in main shot) Graph 4 Execution we will assault the Cylon Launch site from the North West using.....
Baltar: (Interrupts Crashdown) oh come on this is absurd well were taking on the Cylon army are we. US look at US what with two rifles and a cantine . Have you lost your mind?
Crashdown: That's enough Doctor.
Baltar: Is it. No disrespect but why are we always going uphill does anyone else think this plan is Fraking nuts? I tell you what's fair this is fair we'll have a show of hands
Tyrol: That's enough (walks towards Baltar who is continuing his case)
Baltar: Hands up who thinks this is unfair
Tyrol: This is NOT a democracy
Baltar: well it's not up to him
Tyrol: The LT is in charge (Baltar tries to interrupt Tyrol) the LT's in charge no its not and's no buts he says we go we go there's no questions
Baltar: (angry and very upset) we have already lost two men Chief. How many more people are we going to lose?
Moment's silence
Tyrol: You need to sit down and shut up right now
Baltar: No one tells me to shut up im the Vice President
Tyrol: You will sit down and shut up right now.
Baltar sits down and does not say a word. Tyrol then walks back to his position overlooking the battle plan.
Tyrol: Your Briefing LT
Crashdown: Thank you chief. Graph 4 we will approach the Cylon launch site from the North West using natural ground cover to mask our approach our objective is the command and control console once we reach this position Cally your gonna flank out to the left making a feint on the Cylon Position and hopefully draw out fire for long enough for me and Selix to flank out to the right and get a shot on the console. Tyrol you and the vice president will stay in position one providing cover fire for both flanking maneuvers.

On Galactica in the brig where President Roslin is being held, the guard watches over her while she has delusions brought on by the Chamalla withdrawel.

Roslin: Murmuring: I have been given the opportunity to perceive the scriptures more clearly. Anything that impends that, I have to view as contrary to survival of the human species. I trust--
Billy: This is ridiculous. Look, she obviously needs her medication. I keep trying to tell anyone who will listen—
Corporal Venner: It sounds like she's talking about scroll of the Profit Pythia.
Billy: I suppose.
Corporal Venner: Pythia for told the rise of a leader. A leader who would lead all of humanity. to salvation. So say the Gods.
Roslin: Mumbling: Impends that action—
(Billy walks over to Venner.)
Billy: You seem to know a lot about the scriptures.
Corporal Venner: I'm from Geminon. We believe in the literal truth of the scriptures.
Roslin: Contrary to the survival of the human..
Billy: Corporal Venner? There's a, drug priest sometimes use. It's called Chamalla extract.

On Galactica in Tigh's quarters.
Ellen Tigh: Guess it's happy hour.
Col Tigh: What's happy about it? The old man is still in surgery. I've got a boat load of politicians and press demanding to see Laura Roslin.
Ellen Tigh: Let them.
Col Tigh: Yeah right.
Ellen Tigh: She's crazy.
Col Tigh: I know.
Ellen: No, no. Really Saul. She's lost it. I just went down to the brig to see her.
Col Tigh: You did?
Ellen Tigh: She's…completely nuts. She doesn't even know where she is anymore.
Col Tigh: Your kidding?
Ellen Tigh: You should let ‘em see her. The press, the quorum. All of them. I mean that little school teachers mind has gone bye bye. And the vice president is either missing or dead. That leaves you in un challenged command of this ship. And this fleet.
Col Tigh: Just until the old man gets back on his feet.
Ellen Tigh: well, of course.

On Raptors (Preparing to jump to Kobol)
Apollo on radio: Galactica/Apollo we are preparing to jump to Kobol.
Dualla: Roger than Apollo, you are cleared jump. And good hunting.
Apollo: Thank you, Galactica. Let's go find our people. (They jump away)

On Kobol in the Emerald forest.
Cally: Okay. Cock the rifle, click the safety, open the scope.
Cock the rifle, click the safety, open the scope. Cock the rifle-

(Flash away to Baltar's house on Caprica.)
Six: One of you will turn against the others.
Baltar: During the mission?
Six: Yes.
Baltar: One of us will turn on the others?
Six: Yes.
Baltar: During the attack?
Six: Yes.
Baltar: But if the attack fails?
Six: You will die.
Baltar: Not me. I'm gods instrument.
Six: God turned his back on Kobol. Turned his back on man and the false Gods he worshiped. What happens on Kobol is not his will.

(Back to the Emerald forest)

Crashdown: Saddle up. It's time to junk some toasters. (He looks at Baltar and puts on three sets dog tags.) (They then proceed in the woods)


On Galactica in Tigh's quarters. (Tigh is rolling a bottle of booze over some pictures of him and Adama.)
(phone rings, twice)
Tigh: X-O.
Dualla: Combat, Dualla here, Sir. The quorum is demanding to see the former president. They're being pretty adamant and there giving the sentries a hard time.
Tigh: Uh, maybe we should tell them to shove their demand up their collective asses, how about that? (Ellen starts to laugh and can be heard through the phone)
Dualla: Yes, Sir. I need instructions for the sentries. They are asking how to respond. (She makes a hand motion to Gaeta )(He turns and walks off)
Tigh: Tell them they are going to see what has become of there precious president. You tell them that. (He hangs up the phone.)

On Galactica in a hallway near to Operating room. (Billy is seen getting a bottle of medicine handed to him secretly buy a passing man.)

On Raptors orbiting Kobol
Racetrack: I got a transponder signal. definitely colonial. Trying to establish a lock. Got it. Northern hemisphere. Looks like Mountainous terrain. There's a valley.
Apollo: Take us out of orbit. Signal Raptor two to form up on us. (Both Raptors descend)

On Kobol at the Cylon launch site. (Crashdown and Tyrol are looking at the Cylons with the field glasses.)
Crashdown: There they are. All three of ‘em right where they're supposed to be. All right, people this is it. We're going in. Cally, you go up the tree line up to point alpha.
Tyrol: Whoa, whoa, whoa. L-T, there's five Cylons at the launcher.
Crashdown: What? (He looks in the field glasses again.)
Baltar: Something's wrong, isn't it? Something's wrong with the plan-
Crashdown: Quiet down, there's nothing wrong. There's just a couple of Cylons we didn't account for. That makes for seven Cylons. Five here, and two up at the dish. Are you absolutely certain about the two guards at the dish?
Baltar: I know what I saw.
Tyrol: Maybe there are only five Cylons. They just changed there deployment. They brought the two that where guarding the dish down here. Now the dish is unprotected.
Crashdown: Gods, Chief, that dish is like, almost a click away.
Tyrol: So what? It's unprotected, we can go and take it out. We don't have to take on the whole Cylon army.
(Booming can be heard above)
Baltar: What the hell was that?
Crashdown: Sonics booms.
Tyrol: Spacecraft entering the upper atmosphere.
Crashdown: It's SAR mission. They're here. They are right up there, Chief. . We got to go. There's no time for discussion. All right, everyone, move out. It's game time. We taking out these toaster before they kill any more of us.
(Cally is visibly shaken and frozen in fear.)
Crashdown: Cally, I said move.
Cally: I can't,
Crashdown: What? That's an order.
Tyrol: She doesn't have to. We can just go take out the dish.
Crashdown: Cally, you have to move. Cally, this is not a joke. Go. This is not a game, Cally. Go. We have people counting on us. They're up there, Cally, move!
Tyrol: Listen to me. We still have time to double back and take out the dish.
Crashdown: Shut up for a second. Cally, Cally, specialist. You have your orders. I need you to go out there and create a distraction now! Move! Move!
Selix: There where only supposed to be three Cylons and now there are five. How are we supposed to take on five Cylons.
Crashdown: Cally, move! Frak orders, frak orders. Our people are up there. We have to save them. We don't have anytime. Move!
Cally: I can't do it. No!
Crashdown: You can do it. Move!
Baltar: Chief!
Tyrol: Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey. Put it down. Put it down.
Crashdown: You're going out there, Cally. You're going out there or I am going to blow your brains out. right here, right now.
Tyrol: Put it down. Hey, L-T. Easy. Take it easy.
Crashdown. I'm gonna count to three.
Selix: This is crazy. This is crazy!
Crashdown: One.
(Tyrol draws his gun)
Tyrol: Put it down right now.
Selix: Oh, my gods.
Tyrol: Crashdown listen to me. Drop your weapon.
Crashdown: Two. Three. (Gun goes off! It's Baltar's shooting Crashdown dead)

(All hell breaks loose as the Cylons start firing at them after they heard the gun go off.)

Tyrol: Fall back! Fall back! Go! Go! Go! (Tyrol rolls over to Crash down's body and grabs all the dog tags that where on Crash's body and runs.)
Tyrol: Come on, Doc let's go!
(Baltar stares at Crash down's body.)
Six: Now you're a man. (She says to Baltar as he looks up at her.)

In the Raptor.
Apollo. ETA?
Racetrack: Five minutes.

On Kobol in the battle front.
(More gun fire and running)
(Selix is shot in the leg and falls and screams.)
Selix. Cally, Oh, Cally
Cally: Come on, quick.
(Cally helps her up and they continue off)
(Raptors can be seen fling over head.)(Tyrol and Baltar are fleeing as well.)
(Tyrol tries to shoot the dish but is shot in the arm and falls)
Tyrol: Aaah! Doc! Give me the launcher! Give me the launcher. Doc! Come on!

(The Cylons get two missiles off) (Tyrol shoots down the dish)

In the Raptor
Racetrack: Missiles! There's a battery down there.
Apollo: Evasive! Break, break, break.
(the missiles fly by)
Racetrack: No lock. No lock! They're not locking on us.

On the ground
Cally: Chief!
Tyrol: Stay there! Stay there!
Baltar: Chief! Chief!
(Tyrol make his last stand firing off at the centurions)
Tyrol: Ahhhaa!
(The centurions explode in a ball of fire!)(Stunned Tyrol looks up and behind himself and sees the Raptor that just blew them away.)
Apollo: You're welcome

On Galactica in a hallway.
(The quorum of 12 makes it's way to the brig.)
Col Tigh: Viewing time at the zoo.
Zarek: Glad to see you hold the president in such high esteem.
Tigh: Your day is gonna come laughing boy. (As he points at Zarek) Let's go.
(They enter the brig and look into Roslin's cell)
Man: No, no. She's not saying anything. I don't know what to do.
Tigh: All right the shows over. Let's give her some privacy. Everyone out. Let's go back to the ward room and we'll uh, talk about the business of how we proceed from here.
Roslin: Thank you all for coming. I have a statement I'd like to make. The attempted military coup against the lawful government of the colonies is illegal, ill-advised, and clearly doomed to failure. I have not resigned the office of the presidency. And I will fight this action with everything I have at my command.
Tigh: She's crazy, she's nuts. She thinks she a prophet, or some such nonsense. Go ahead and ask her. Ask her she'll tell you. Just listen to her. What was it, the, uh um " The Arrow of Apollo with open the tomb of Artemis" or some such nonsense.
Roslin: Everything I have done is consistent, logical. We have found Kobol. We have found the city of the gods. And when we retrieve the Arrow, we will open the tomb of Athena. And we will find the road to Earth.
Women: Madam president, have you read the scrolls of Pythia?
Roslin: Carefully and many times. And I humbly believe I am fulfilling the role of the leader.
Tigh: Okay, enough of this nonsense. Everybody out.
(Reporters Clamouring)
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Zarek: Sarah, you represent Geminon. You know more about the scrolls and the scriptures than any one else here. Why don't you speak up?
Sarah: The scrolls tell us a dying leader will lead us to salvation.
Tigh: She's not dying. She's crazy.
Roslin: I am dying. I have terminal breast cancer. Dr. Cottle will verify the diagnoses. I have a few months to live. And in that time, I will lead the people to salvation. It is my sole purpose.
Sarah: Praise be to the gods. Here is our salvation.
Tigh: Sergeant of the guard, remove these people from the brig and escort them back to their shuttle.
[All grumbling as they are made to leave]
(Tigh looks at Roslin and then walks out.)
(Corporal Venner closes the brig door.)
Roslin: Thank you Corporal.
Venner: Thank the gods.

On Kobol at the rescue area.
Apollo: That's a hell of a butchers bill, Chief. How did Crashdown die?
Baltar: Leading the charge. He gave life in the finest tradition in the service.
Tyrol: Yeah. He was a hero. To the end.
Six: I'm so proud of you Gaius.
Baltar: Why? Because I've taken a life?
Six: It what makes you Human.
Baltar: Is it? Not conscience thought? Not poetry, or art or music, literature? Murder. Murder is my heritage. Is that the lesson I'm supposed to pass on to our child?
Six: shh. It will be all right, Gaius.
Apollo: Okay doctor, we got to go. Come on we got to go.
Six: I'll be your conscience.
Apollo: Come on, Doctor! We gotta get outta here! Come on.

On Galactica in the operating room.
Cottle: He'll live.
Tigh: When will he wake up?
Cottle: Knowing him, when he damn well wants to, probably.
Tigh: I really frakked things up for you, Bill.

On Galactica in the ward room
Tigh: The events which took place aboard Colonial o­ne are unfortunate. Laura roslin's actions in suborning mutiny and sedition among the military could not be tolerated. Therefore commander adama was left with no choice other than to remove her from office. Miss Roslin is now resting comfortably aboard this ship, where she will remain until such time as the commander deems otherwise.
(Press Chatter)
Tigh: As it appears obvious that the government cannot function under the current circumstances, I have decided to dissolve the Quorum of Twelve. And as of this moment, I am declaring martial law.
(Amongst dissaproving shouting, Tigh leaves the room)

Tigh: Get those people the hell off my ship.
Marine: Yes, sir.
(Tigh leaves the confusion behind him and takes another drink from his flask)

Transcript by CylonGod and SBR