Episode 1

Battlestar Galactica: Season 1-07: Six Degrees of Separation

Episode Begins

On Galactica in Baltars lab

Baltar is looking through a microscope at cells and fluids moving about.

Baltar: I don't see the hand of God in here. Could I be looking in the wrong place? Let me see, proteins... yes. Hemoglobins... yes. Divine digits... uh, no. Sorry. I'm sure I can find evidence of his divine hand in some of these delightful little samples. After all, there are so fraking many I'm sure even I can be relied upon to find God in one of them.

#6: What is it that drives you to blasphemy, Gaius? A need to tempt fate?

Baltar: Boredom, actually. Indeed, every waking hour is spent in what some might say has become my own personal religion: "the church of the mystic Cylon detector".

#6: Well... are you finished?

Cut scene to Baltar’s house on Caprica. #6 and Baltar arrange the bed sheets and then lie on the bed.

#6: If you would give yourself over to God's will, you'd find peace in his love like I have.

Baltar: Can you help me with the zipper, I'm having a bit of trouble. (He pulls at the zipper on the back of her.)

#6: He has a plan for us.

Baltar: How do you know it's a "he".

#6: There is only one true God.

Baltar: Really? You, uh, you running a glitch in the program or something? Because you say the same thing over and over again. Now, I've accepted your God and all that. Can't we reboot the hard drive?

#6: He's not my God, he is God.

Baltar: Yeah, your God, my God, everyone's God- he's big enough for all of us, isn't he? Now, please, please, I mean... can't we do something a little more... elevating?

#6: It's important you form a personal relationship with God. Only you can give yourself over to his eternal love.

Baltar: Oh, for God's sake! I can't take this any more!

#6: I'm trying to save your immortal soul, Gaius.

Baltar: No, what you are doing, darling, is boring me to death with your superstitious drivel, your- your metaphysical nonsense. Which, to be fair to you, actually appeals to the half-educated dullards that make up most of human society but which, I hasten to add, no rational, intelligent free-thinking human being truly believes. Which leads me to the inescapable conclusion that Cylons are, in the final- that Cylons are, in the final analysis, little more than toasters... with great-looking legs. ( #6 walks steamily out of the bedroom.) It's my fantasy, see if I care. I'll dream up someone new, maybe. Brunette, maybe. (there’s a knocking on the door. Baltar is amazed at the fast response) Really? (opening the door) Maybe we can dispense with the foreplay, get right down to-

Cut Back to Baltar’s lab. Baltar not realizing it has opened the lab’s door... and Dualla is standing there.

Dualla: What did you say?

Baltar: That, um... that was nothing. I was just talking to myself. I talk to myself. Hang me.

Dualla: The commander would like to see you in the CIC, doctor.

On Galactica in the CIC.

Baltar enters. Adama, Tigh and who appears to be #6 are there.

Baltar: (looking over #6) Ah, there you are. Very nice. Blouse could open up a button or two-

Shelly Godfrey: Excuse me?!

Baltar: Just a thought. You wanted to see me, Commander?

Adama: Miss Godfrey has brought some very disturbing accusations to my attention. I think you should have the chance to answer them in person.

Baltar: All right, thank you, and um... she is...? (He looks around, pretending not to see Shelly Godfrey)

Tigh: She's standing right there.

Shelly Godfrey: I'm right here.

Baltar: Yeah, of course, you are.

Gaeta: Doctor... this is Miss Godfrey.

Baltar: (He clears his throat, in surprised awkwardness.) All of you can see her? You can all see her!

Tigh: She's standing right next to you.

Adama: Something wrong?

Baltar: No, um...

"Litmus" flashback. #6 holds Baltar against a bulkhead by the throat.

#6: Don't make me angry, Gaius.

"33" Flashback. On the Colonial one, #6 scares Baltar.

#6: I'd say you have a serious problem.

Miniseries Flashback. At Baltar’s house on Caprica, #6 and Baltar stand near the large window. They face each other and #6's got her back to the window.

#6: Get down.

Baltar does as told, as the explosion blows away the window.

On Galactica in the CIC.

Baltar: Um, yes, maybe I, uh... you'll have to forgive me, Miss Godfrey, I'm very pleased, if slightly puzzled, to make your acquaintance.. (He holds his hand out to her.)

Shelly Godfrey: Don't touch me, you traitor.

Baltar: Is she talking to me? Are you talking to me?

Shelly Godfrey: You're the one who let the Cylons into the defence mainframe. You betrayed your entire race. You're the man responsible for the holocaust and I'm here to see that you're exposed and sentenced to death as the traitor you really are.

Adama: Doctor... Miss Godfrey has made some startling accusations.

Baltar: I've never seen this woman before in my life.

Shelly Godfrey: I'm not surprised you don't remember me, I was just a lowly systems analyst at the defence ministry. Dr. Amarak was my associate.

Tigh: She says you sold out the human race. That you let the Cylons into our defence plans.

Godfrey: Doctor Amarak told me he had evidence that Dr. Baltar was involved in the sneak attack. He was trying to reach the president and give her that information when he was killed.

Baltar: He told you that, did he?

Shelly Godfrey: Yes, as a matter of fact.

Baltar: Well, it's a pity he's no longer with us. How convenient that we only have your word for that.

Shelly Godfrey: There's also this. (hands an octagon computer disk to Adama)

Baltar: Yeah? What the frak's that?

Shelly Godfrey: He gave me this, for safekeeping.

Adama: (examining the disk) It's I D Coded. Colonial Defence Ministry.

On Galactica in Gaeta’s computer lab.

They’re watching the disk footage on a computer.

Shelly Godfrey: Dr. Amarak gave the disk to me before he died.

Baltar: What, as opposed to after he died?

Shelly Godfrey: Amarak gave the disk to me for safekeeping. on the disk is a photo. It was captured from the security camera in the defence mainframe on Caprica. It shows the doctor entering the mainframe without permission the day before the attack.

Baltar: Nothing criminal about that.

Shelly Godfrey: As you can see, the man in the photo is carrying an explosive device.

Baltar: Sorry, he's what? He's... I definitely never did that.

Godfrey: Just before the Cylon attack, the entire defence mainframe was destroyed by this device.

Baltar: Honestly, that is not me. I wasn't there, it's somebody else. Look, it's not me, I'm not the man in the photograph!

The man’s face in the image can’t be seen, the image only shows his back.

Adama: I see a man, same height, same build but that's a long way from proof, Miss Godfrey.

Baltar: Thank you, Commander. Now, if we're quite done with this charade, I'm a very busy..

Shelly Godfrey: I agree, Commander, but look here. (She puts on a pair of reading glasses.) In the faceplate of the computer terminal there's a reflection of the man's face.

Tigh: I can't tell anything from that.

Baltar: Thank you, Colonel Tigh.

Shelly Godfrey: With the right equipment the image could be enlarged and sharpened. We could see his face.

Gaeta: Um, enlarging the image is no problem but, uh, sharpening it...

Baltar: Take forever.

Gaeta: It would take at least a day, sir.

Adama: Mr. Gaeta, let me know as soon as you have an image.

Gaeta: Yes, sir.

Adama: I'm gonna suspend all work on the Cylon detector.

Baltar: What?

Adama: As well as your security privileges.

On Galactica in a hangar bay.

Cally sits outside the Cylon Raider while Tyrol looks inside it trying to figure things out.

Cally: Starbuck's notes on the Cylon Raider are a mess. (She looks at the notes.) She said the engine power-up sequence began by squeezing something that looks like a red ligament with blue veins on the right side coming out of a sack of gooey fluid, shaped like a dog.

Tyrol: Are you kidding me? This whole thing is a bunch of veins and ligaments and sacks of goo.

Cally: (She continues reading the note.) "Squeeze the ligament with your hand while you slide your weight on your left hip, into the lymphatic sack.

Tyrol: Well, that's just stupid!

Col Tigh approaches them.

Cally: Oh... afternoon, sir.

Tigh: Specialist. (He looks toward the Raider.) Chief's inside?

Cally: Yeah.

Tigh: Chief?

Tyrol: Ow, Gods- yes, sir?

Tigh: How's it coming in there?

Tyrol: Uh... I'm getting there, sir. Haven't quite figured out all the tricks but I'm getting there.

On Galactica in the medical bay.

Starbuck gets back on her feet and tries to walk with the help of crutches.

Apollo: Come on, Starbuck, you can do it. Ahh, that smarts. Yeah, that smarts, but I don't care.

Starbuck: You don't care?

Apollo: I don't care, because your pain is my entertainment. Your crutches of death, sir. Use them wisely.

Starbuck: Shut up.

Cottle: It's gonna hurt like hell but it's supposed to.

Starbuck: Thanks, doc.

Apollo: (mockingly) No pain, no gain. No cliché left unturned as Kara Thrace returns to the world of the walking, can she do it, or will she fall on her ass?

Starbuck: I swear to the Gods, I'm gonna beat the crap out of both of you as soon as I get better... (She throws the crutches in frustration and goes back to her bed.) No, I can't.

Apollo: Yes, you can, you did it.

Starbuck: I can't, I can't... I can't.

Cottle: You're not gonna get better lying on your back.

Starbuck: Oh, frak off.

Apollo: Just take a break for five minutes, we'll try again.

Starbuck: I don't want to do it again, I want a pill, now, please.

Cottle: Sorry, we're weaning you off the magic pills, starting today. And besides, I need 'em for myself.

Starbuck: You son of a bitch.

On Galactica in a hallway.

Baltar and Roslin talk on comms. (Roslin on Colonial one)

Roslin: I am finding this whole thing hard to fathom, doctor.

Baltar: Oh, thank you, Madam President. I can't tell you how much that means to me. Um, look, I was wondering, is there any chance that, uh, while this investigation is going on, I could come back to the Colonial one because I've, uh, I've left some of my things there.

Roslin: No, I'm sorry, Doctor. You have been put on a no-fly list. Security.

Baltar: Madam President, I need to get off Galactica, I need to get away from this Shelly Godfrey woman in particular, she's got it in for me.

Baltar’s house in Caprica. Baltar is looking for #6 desperately.

Baltar: Where are you?

Back to reality.

Baltar: (whispering) Madam President, I have reason to believe... that she may be... (Roslin collapses on her desk) a Cylon. Madam President?

Billy: (enters) Madam President?

Baltar: Hello... hello?

Billy: (to someone in the staff) Get on the wireless, get Doc Cottle over here now, the President's collapsed.

Baltar: Madam President? Hello?

On Colonial one

Billy faces the press.

Reporter: Billy, is she alive?

Billy: Yes, the President is alive. I told you, she's conscious, she is resting.

The reporters all yell questions.

Billy: She's receiving treatment.

Reporter: What kind of treatment?

Billy: Asked and answered. We don't know, we think it's the stomach flu.

On Colonial one in Roslin’s quarters.

Cottle: (holding a vial of pills) How many of these did you take, young lady? one...? Two...? (she nods sheepishly) Two. (She gives up) Three. Three times the dosage. Must work three times as fast, then, right? Everybody wants to be their own doctor. You are lucky that you didn't lapse into a coma. You can't cure cancer by overdose.

Billy: (enters) Story's all over the fleet, I am so sorry.

Roslin: It's okay.

Billy: It seemed like an emergency, I wasn't even thinking that anyone might be picking up the transmission.

Roslin: We're all new at this, it's okay. Thing to do now is get me on my feet and in front of the press before the end of the day.

Cottle: I could give you a shot, but you wouldn't like the side effects.

Roslin: Just... do it.

Cottle: (He prepares his needle) You know, a time is going to come when you are not going to be able to hide what you're going through. (she raises her sleeve) It's not that kind of a shot. (She winces at the thought.)

On Galactica in Adama’s quarters.

Ms. Godfrey brings Adama a drink. They both sit.

Adama: Thank you. Baltar's correct... about the convenience of it all. Amarak just happens to bring you the key piece of evidence just before he dies...

Shelly Godfrey: Something was going on. He was almost paranoid. Kept saying that the Olympic Carrier had been infiltrated by the Cylons. He wanted me to take some things off the ship for safekeeping.

Adama: Why did he give it to you?

Shelly Godfrey: We were friends. Friends. I loved him. I loved him very much. There are times when I just feel so alone now. (She moves close to Adama) Times when I just want so much to be held again. You understand that, don't you?

Adama: Of course.

Shelly Godfrey: There must be times when... (She is almost touching his lips with hers.) when you feel alone. When the thought of another body next to yours seems like something out of a dream. (She places a soft kiss on his lips.)

On Galactica in a hallway.

Adama talks on comms with CIC. Adama: Do not, under any circumstances allow Shelly Godfrey to leave this ship. Put her under surveillance, discreetly. I want to know everybody she's talked to and everywhere she's been.

On Caprica in a wooded area.

Caprica Boomer and Helo run through the woods from two pursuing Cylons.

Caprica Boomer: (trips and falls) Ugh...

Helo: (helping her up) Come on, come on. Sharon, get up, come on. (they continue fleeing)

On Galactica in the unisex head. (bathroom)

Gaeta enters and goes in to the first stall. Baltar enters a moment later, almost bumping into an officer on his way out.

Officer: Excuse me. (then he leaves)

Baltar looks through the openings beneath the stall’s door. Only one stall is occupied. Baltar enters the second stall.

Baltar: Lieutenant... is that you?

Gaeta: (startled and somewhat surprised, he fidgets around.) Doctor?

Baltar: Well, isn't this a coincidence? So, um, how you doing?

Gaeta: Um, I'm-

Baltar: You're busy, I know and I don't want to distract you. Please, don't let me interrupt you.

Gaeta whistles the theme to Battlestar Galactica TOS.

Baltar: You still there?

Gaeta: Yup.

Baltar: Look, I know this is not a good time but it occurs to me that I never really told you how invaluable your assistance has been to me over past few weeks.

Gaeta: Thank you, Doctor, uh, you have no idea how much that means to me.

Baltar: Not at all... not at all. So, how's it going over there?

Gaeta: Uh...

Baltar: In the lab, that is. I'm talking about the photograph.

Gaeta: Right, right. It's um... coming along quite quickly, actually. A few more hours to go, yeah.

Baltar: Has it ever occurred to you that the photograph, the disk itself, could be a fake?

Gaeta: I've already authenticated the disk.

Baltar: You have and obviously you're quite good, but there are many ways around security. Now, listen, if I could join you in the lab, for just... for just two minutes of your time, I could show you.

Gaeta: I really don't think that that's possible.

Baltar: Gaeta, listen to me, nobody would need to know, it would just be you and me. Just you and me. I know... for God's sake, Gaeta, my life is on the line. My reputation is at stake.

Gaeta: Yeah, so is mine, Doctor, I really…

Baltar: Shh, shhh... someone's coming, someone's coming. (a door closes and a toilet flushes) Where..? (Baltar leaves the stall, Gaeta has left his and is leaving the bathroom too, still trying to tuck his shirt into his pants) where you going? You forgot to wash your hands!

Baltar looks again under the last stall and suddenly pushes it’s door open.

Shelly Godfrey: What the hell do you..?

Baltar: I want answers and I want them now, and I am not interested in playing any more of your stupid games.

Shelly Godfrey: Have you lost your mind?

Baltar: I don't know, that's an interesting question, one I pose to myself on a regular basis. Now, tell me: who's really in the photograph?

Shelly Godfrey: You are!

Baltar: I didn't plant any bomb, anywhere, at any time and you know that.

Shelly Godfrey: I don't know anything of the sort. Now, if you'll excuse me. (She tries to close the door but Baltar holds it open.)

Baltar: All right, let's entertain the notion, just for a moment, that you are not the woman that I see everywhere. You are not Shelly Godfrey, either. You're a fake, you're just a copy. Another Cylon copy.

Shelly Godfrey: Get... out. (She manages to closes the stall door this time.)

Baltar: (from outside her stall) Struck a nerve, have I? Which I find rather impossible to believe! You think this is over? This is not over! You have not heard the last! No more Mr. Nice Gaius!

And that's when a pilot walks in to find him shouting at a locked bathroom stall.

On Galactica in a hangar bay.

Tyrol is still try to figure out how to start the Cylon Raider up.

Tyrol: (mumbling) Unbelievable... frak it!

Boomer: (approaches) Ahem... uh, not a good time?

Tyrol: No, it's fine.

Boomer: Guess you're having problems?

Tyrol: I just- I can't get this thing to work. I've been over it and over it and over it and over and... nothing! I have no idea how Starbuck got this thing to move, much less fly.

Boomer: (Rub her hand on it lovingly) It's not really a thing, you know? It's probably a Cylon itself. More of an animal, maybe, than the human models. Maybe they genetically design it to perform a task. To be a fighter. You can't treat it like a thing and expect it to respond. You have to treat it like... a pet. But... at least, that's my guess.

Tyrol: (Looks freaked out by Boomers suggestion.) Your guess?

Boomer: (She says very defensively.) Yeah, that's right, my guess. There something else you wanna say?

Tyrol: No. Lieutenant... (As she walks off.)

On Galactica in the medical bay.

Tigh enters. Starbuck is lying on her bed.

Tigh: I heard you were supposed to be up on your feet by now.

Starbuck: You heard wrong.

Tigh: Well, I figured you wouldn't bounce back so fast.

Starbuck: Is there something you wanted, or did you just drop by to torment me, sir?

Tigh: (Glancing over her chart.) Nah, the Chief wanted me to kick your ass out of bed so you could help figure out that Raider of yours but, clearly, you still need the rest. So take your time, no rush.

Starbuck: Do you actually think that reverse psychology crap is gonna work on me?

Tigh: I really don't care what you think, Lieutenant. All I know is that every day you spend in that bed is another day that I have my opinion of you confirmed. As you were. (He leaves abruptly)

Starbuck stares angrily where he was.

On Galactica in Adama’s quarters.

Baltar: And I am convinced, in fact, that she is a Cylon agent. In my opinion, she should be locked up before she can do any more damage.

Cut to Baltar’s house on Caprica.

Baltar keeps searching for #6.

Baltar: Where are you? You're having a little fun, eh? Are you enjoying messing around with my life?

Cut Back to reality.

Adama: Do you have any evidence to support this charge?

Baltar: Work on the Cylon detector is nearly complete. With a few tweaks here and there, I'll have a test regime up and running. All I need is a tissue sample from this woman for analysis.

Cut to Baltar’s house on Caprica.

Baltar searches in vain for her...

Baltar: I thought we had something. Something... special.

Cut Back to reality.

Adama: I can't allow you access to your equipment.

Baltar: All right. But, under instruction, I could show Lt. Gaeta how to prepare the samples. It's not difficult.

Adama: Let me be frank with you, doctor: if your picture's on that photograph, every piece of equipment in your laboratory will be dismantled and quarantined and every person that you've met will be questioned and investigated.

Cut to Baltar’s house on Caprica.

Baltar talks to the missing #6.

Baltar: I love you. There, I've said it. Isn't that what you've been dying to hear? Well, I am willing to make that commitment to you right now.

Cut Back to reality.

Baltar: The President believes I'm innocent.

Adama: The President hopes you're innocent. And so do I. Because if you're not, then you've made fools of both of us. And I don't like to be made a fool of.

Baltar: And I don't like to be accused of participating in the genocide of the human race, based solely on the word of a woman whom, I have already indicated to you, may well be a Cylon agent.

Cut to Baltar’s house on Caprica. Baltar now pleads with #6.

Baltar: I'm willing to do anything, anything at all. only, I need your help.

Cut back to reality.

Baltar: I did not conspire with the Cylons. I am an innocent man, who is being convicted in the court of public opinion without trial.

On Galactica in a hallway.

Near the computer lab, Baltar pulls the fire alarm.

On Galactica in the CIC.

Dualla: Fire. All hands report to damage control stations. Fire..

Guard: Got a fire, let's go!

On Galactica in Gaeta’s computer lab.

Gaeta is forced to leave the lab and report to his station, and the guards to report elsewhere. Baltar seizes the opportunity he has created to sneek into the lab... and sees his image on the screen.

Baltar: (panics) Frak...

On Galactica in the CIC.

Dualla: No fires reported anywhere on the ship, Commander.

Adama: Exact location of the alarm?

Dualla: D-wing corridor where it intersects c-wing.

Adama: That's the lab.

On Galactica in Gaeta’s computer lab

Baltar is freaking out. He tries to remove the image from the screen by typing in some commands, then typing randomly on the keyboard.

Baltar: Erase, erase, erase...

It doesn’t work, so he tries to break the computer terminal with a small hammer. When that obviously fails, he reaches behind the computer and starts yanking out wires.

Baltar: Yes... yes.

He thinks he’s got it. A monitor goes out but his image is still there on the other one. He whimpers. And finally, in a crazed frenzy, he lifts a chair and gets ready to toss it at the monitor. This is when Adama walks in.

Adama: (Baltar caught red handed with a chair held in the air.) Put it down! Put it down. (Baltar obeys.) (Adama to the guards) All right, move in. Take him to the brig.

Guard: Yes, Commander.

Baltar stands in front of the monitor in a desperate effort to hide his image...No such luck.

Baltar: I would- I would like to speak to my attorney. Can't I speak to my attorney? I need some representation here..

...but that doesn't work either. Adama walks over to the terminal and inspects the image for himself.

Baltar: It's not what it looks like... she's got it in for me, that Shelly Godfrey!

He’s taken away.

On Galactica in a hangar bay.

Starbuck approaches on crutches.

Apollo: Hey.

Starbuck: Shut up... all of you. Not one single word from any of you, okay? What seems to be the problem?

Tyrol: Well, your new boyfriend's a bit of a jerk, sir.

Starbuck: It's a girl.

Tyrol: Well, if you don't mind her goo on your face, she's all yours, sir.

Starbuck: Okay...

Tyrol: She likes the warm light.

Starbuck: Makes the touch easier, right? Maybe... okay. Mmm... this is stupid, this is stupid... this is stupid!

Tyrol: It's worth a try, sir. And it did fly for you once. Hasn't made so much as a grunt since. Maybe... uh, take her for a ride.

Starbuck: Ride it?

Tyrol: Treat it like a horse.

Starbuck: Okay... a horse, a horse, a horse. (She struggles to climbs inside.) Why not a goat? I mean, that's good, right? Think of it as a goat. Okay, whatever... (She slides into position and grabs tendons and other parts of the gooey insides.) Come on, boy, giddyup. Come on, come on. Okay, come on- (kicks her leg back and suddenly the engine starts revving and the Raider lifts off a little.) Oh, oh, okay, you're kidding. Chief... Chief!

Tyrol: Don't shoot anything.

On Galactica in the brig.

Baltar is behind bars. Roslin approaches the cell and sits on a stool outside.

Roslin: Doctor.

Baltar: Madam President.

Roslin: I'm so sorry.

Baltar: Thank you. You are here to free me, right? To bring this travesty to a close, because... you know I'm innocent.

Roslin: Just tell me, so I understand. Because I want to understand why. Why you did it?

Baltar: I didn't do it. It wasn't me. I'm being framed!

Roslin: Why would she do that?

Baltar: Because she's a Cylon.

Roslin: She's a Cylon.

Baltar: You are going to have to believe me.

Roslin: I wanna believe you. I wanna believe that I haven't made such a profound error in judgment in trusting you, in asking your advice. But here's where we are, doctor. If anyone can be a Cylon and it's hard to tell us apart, then we only have one thing left to trust: our instincts, our feelings. And the moment they told me it was your face in the photo, I knew I believed it. I believe you were involved in the attack... somehow. I feel it.

Baltar: (He frets angrily.) You'll forgive me, madam President, if I don't wish to be executed based solely on your gut feeling.

Roslin: May the Gods have mercy on your soul. (She stands and leaves him.)

On Caprica in a wooded area.

Helo and Caprica Boomer are getting ready to go to sleep. But first Helo has to flip a coin.

Helo: Call it.

Caprica Boomer: Heads.

Helo: Heads, you win. You sleep, I watch.

Caprica Boomer: No, you're the one who needs sleep.

Helo: I couldn't sleep if I had to listen to Tyrol read the flight manual.

Caprica Boomer: Okay.

Helo: Truth is, if something happened to you I wouldn't know how to deal with it.

Caprica Boomer: I feel the same way.

Helo: Back on the ship, I, uh... look, I knew what was going on. I mean, between you and the Chief.

Caprica Boomer: I think everybody did.

Helo: And I respected it, your feelings, his, but... I would have given anything to be him. Hey, I'm not trying to put you on the spot, here. I don't wanna step into what you two have. You feel the way you feel and I have to respect that…

But Caprica Boomer has had enough of talk and gives him a long hard kiss. They start having sex, during a thunder storm, with her spine glowing red!

Caprica Boomer and Helo: (moaning) Ohhh!

……………..

On Galactica in the pilot’s lockers.

...Boomer finds a yellow graffiti inside her locker on a mirror. It reads "Cylon."

Boomer: (She is freaking out and trying to rub it off.) It's not true...

On Galactica in the brig.

With nothing left to lose, Baltar gets down on his knees.

Baltar: (awkwardly) I know we haven't spoken before, and I don't wish to offend. Please... please, dear God. And I now acknowledge that you are the one true God. Deliver me from this evil and I will... I will devote the rest of what is left of my wretched life to doing good, and... uh... to carrying out your divine will, is what I want to do. To carrying out your divine will. I don't know what to do. Grant me grace, grant me forgiveness. (He starts to cry.)

#6: (She hold and soothes him) Shhh... shhh... I'm here now, I'm here. All will be well. It will be as God wants it to be. Shhh...

Gaeta: (He enters the brig, says to a guard.) Open the door.

Baltar: Wait... I haven't even had a trial yet. No, no, wait, it's a lie, it's a lie!

Gaeta: Doctor, it's all right.

Baltar: It's a lie!

Gaeta: The photograph was a fake.

Baltar: What?

Gaeta: It was almost seamless but, your face, the man, the reflection... it was all a fake.

Baltar: (Starts pulling himself together.) Well, of course it was a fake. I'd never wear a shirt like that. How did you, uh...?

Gaeta: I went back, I re-ran all the security checks. This time I found markers which, uh, pointed to photo manipulation. They weren't apparent until the photo was fully resolved.

Baltar: You re-ran the security checks. Thank you. Thank you. (He hugs him thightly. Geata delights in this.)

Gaeta: I just knew that you could never have anything to do with that attack. I mean, you're not that kind of man. (Baltar starts walking out) Uh, it was really nothing, you know, doctor. once the photos were fully resolved, it was almost too easy, like she wanted to be found out.

On Galactica in the CIC.

Adama: How did she get off of the ship?!

Tigh: Got me, there's been no ships coming or going..

Adama: I gave you an order.

Tigh: I had two marines tailing her, they say they went around a corner and she was gone.

Dualla: Every ship in the fleet has reported in, sir, there's no sign of her.

Adama: That's unacceptable. She was here, she was right here! This woman existed, she didn't just vanish. Have them check again.

Dualla: Every ship?

Adama: Every ship, including this one. (He picks up her pair of reading glasses off the work station counter.) She didn't just vanish!

On Galactica in a conference Room.

Roslin is holding a press conference with Baltar right at her side.

Roslin: ...that he had been a victim of treachery and deceit. Clearly, the Cylons wanted to discredit Dr. Baltar because of his work on the Cylon detector. Dr. Baltar, it gives me great pleasure to exonerate you publicly and to recognize you once again among us, as a scientist, a leader and a friend.

The reporters in the room erupt in applause. Baltar glows.

Cuts to Baltar’s house on Caprica.

#6: You're a hero. You're even more popular and powerful than ever before. You've had your trial by fire, so now they truly believe in you. Hard for anyone to accuse you of treason again.

Baltar: Was that the plan all along? Build me up in the public mind by first tearing me down? (She doesn't answer and instead entices him to come up to the bedroom with her for a victory romp!) Right. Who am I to question the plans of almighty God? (He walks up the stairs after her knowing full well what awaits him.) Uh, just one small, practical question: Shelly, Shelly Godfrey... was there ever a woman really called Shelly Godfrey? Did she ever actually exist, was she ever really here? (again no answer, but this time she drops her dress, turns around and gives him a look, and then walks into the bedroom.) God's will be done! (He runs up the stairs to his awaiting villainess).

Transcribed By Cylon God

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