Battlestar Galactica: Season 2-09: Flight of the Phoenix

On Galactica in a hangar

Tyrol: Viper 289, how are we feeling today?
(Tyrol starts inspecting a viper for damage, and sees a lot of problems.) (He finds some oil under it)
Tyrol: Oh, great.

On Galactica in officers lounge

(Helo comes into the officers lounge and sees the others playing cards.)
Helo: (to Starbuck) Hey I thought I'd find you here. (Shakes her hand.) (to Duck) Hey, Karl Agathon. (Duck shuns him)
He tries with some of the other pilots. He gets the same treatment.
Starbuck: You want to sit in?
Helo: Maybe next time.
Duck: So he's the Cylon lover.
Starbuck: You know what? I don't care who or what he fraks. He saved my ass down there, all right?
Duck: How could anyone fall in love with a toaster, though?
Starbuck: Same way I hear everyone was high-fiving our Sharon right before she put two in Adama's chest. The bastards frak with your head.
Hotdog: Yeah. Just ask the chief.

On Galactica in a hangar bay

(Tyrol continues his inspection of the viper. He rubs his hands across the ship to feel it out. The scene is mixed with his memories of sensual moments with Sharon.)
Tyrol: I knew it.
(He finds a serious problem, rips out some wiring, and then labels the viper as unservicable scrap.
Tyrol: I need a drink.

On Galactica in the tool room

(Their giving Cally a welcome back party!) (She walks in.)
[Applause]
Seelix: Tan, rested, ready. Look at you.
Cally: Rested, anyway. Nothing to do but eat and sleep in the can. Hey.
Jammer: "Unauthorized discharge of a firearm"? What a bogus charge.
Cally: I know.
Figurski: They should have given you a medal for popping that toaster. Hey, Chief.
Cally: Chief. I heard that you went to bat for me.
Tyrol: Forget it.
Cally: I want you to know--
Tyrol: Forget it. I need all the knuckle draggers I can get.

On Galactica in a hangar

(Helo is sitting in a raptor.)
Tyrol: Sharon flew 47 missions in this thing. Still couldn't trap a landing worth a damn. Had to bend the undercarriage back into place after every landing.
Helo: Approaches made her nervous. She was afraid you'd be watching.
Tyrol: I usually was.

On Galactica in the officers mess

Racetrack: Screw it.
Starbuck: You're folding with three up? Are you crazy?
(One of Starbuck's card has a slight crease that RT spots)
Racetrack: Not when you've got me beat. Prince high red, right? Been playing with these cards for so long, I know every fold.
Starbuck: So life's a bitch. What do you want to do, cry about it?
Racetrack: No, I just want it to end, okay? The bad food, the endless rotations, pretending that a card game is the high point of our day.
Starbuck: It's not going to last forever, all right? Earth is out there.
Racetrack: Right. We could all be chasing our tails over some half-assed planetarium show.
Starbuck: And you guys can all go to hell. I'm going to go find Helo.
Racetrack: Good idea. Maybe that Cylon whore taught him a few tricks.
Starbuck stops, smirks, turns around, walks over to Racetrack and grabs her by the neck and slams her face first into the card table.

On Galactica in a hangar

Helo: Hey! Look, chief. I never intended for Sharon and I to-- You know, it just kind of evolved.
Tyrol: Just a couple lovesick kids, huh?
Helo: I know how she felt about you, okay? She loves you.
Tyrol: Did she fill you in on the rest of the plan? She and I were going to muster out at the end of our service. You know, then we would get married. Maybe we would have children. I guess I'm just a big frakkin' idiot, though, huh? Probably that goddamn toaster's plan all along.
Helo: Don't call her that.
Tyrol: Sucker some moron into giving her a kid. Hey, you know, but you know what? I should probably be grateful to you. Probably be grateful. You know why? Because that freak in her belly could have been mine.
Helo pushes Tyrol down the raptor wing.
Helo: Hey, you okay? I'm sorry.
Tyrol: Son of a--
Tyrol punches him. Helo tries to end the fighting.
Helo: That's enough, Chief!
Tyrol: You don't get to call it.
They continue brawling
Helo: Enough!
Tyrol: Come on, you damn toaster lover!
Tyrol has Helo pinned on his back. He is about to slam his head in with a wrench, but comes to his senses.
Tyrol: I don't even know why I'm mad at you. My Sharon's dead. That thing in the brig, that isn't Sharon.

On Galactica in the CIC

Dualla: Roger, blue leader. Say fuel state. Ahhgg!
(She gets ear splitting noises in her earpiece.)
Tigh: What the hell is that?
Gaeta: It was us, sir. But I can't find a source for the transmission. Something's triggering our com system to broadcast an automatic signal.
Tigh: Which the Cylons could trace to get a fix on our position.
Adama: Let's assume that for now. Update and distribute the emergency jump sites just in case they show up again. Dee, get me a--
(The lights on the control panel get bright. The screens get scrambled, finally com-station explodes in front of her.)
Dualla: I'm okay. I'm okay, sir.
(Adama tries to help her)
Adama: Stay down. We'll get you up to Doc Cottle, make sure everything's okay.
Tigh: Mr. Gaeta, find out what happened.
(Gaeta starts searching the com console.)
Dualla: I'm okay.
Adama: Mr. Gaeta.
Gaeta: A power surge energized the board. System's been twitchy ever since the Cylons infiltrated our network.
Adama: Mr. Gaeta, this is more than a glitch.
Tigh: Commander's right. I don't care if you have to go through this program line by line; fix it.
Gaeta: Excuse me?
Tigh: You heard me.
Gaeta: Sir, I'm running every diagnostic we've got. Checking each line of code could take days.
Tigh: I am not interested in excuses. Fix it!
Gaeta: It's not an excuse, sir. It's a frakking fact! (He yells and slams his hands down.)
Adama: Mr. Gaeta.
Gaeta: Yes, sir.
Adama: Pull yourself together.
Gaeta: I'm sorry, sir.
Tigh: What the hell is his problem?
Adama: Months on the run, and what do we have to show for it? Casualties. Deteriorating conditions. This crew needs a rest. It's finally hitting them, that's all. Our old lives are gone. The only thing we have to look forward to is this.

On Galactica in a hangar

Apollo: Hey, chief, where's 289? I need her for drills today.
Tyrol: Ship's grounded, sir.
Apollo: What? For how long?
Tyrol: Permanently. We're salvaging what we can, but it's gone.
Apollo: Damn it, I need that ship online.
Tyrol: What can I tell you, Captain? Engine mounts are shot. Cockpits seals are cracked. If it was a horse, I'd shoot it.
Seelix: Got something, Chief.
Apollo: Chief Come on, Work with me here. I need your help.
Tyrol: What do want me to do, work my crew to death?
Apollo: No, just do your best. Nobody's expecting any miracles.
Tyrol: Maybe that's the problem.

On Galactica in enlisted quarters
(Tyrol can't sleep and is milling about the quarters.)
Tyrol: (in his head) Frak it. Why not?

On Galactica in a hangar bay

(Tyrol starts working on a frame. It's the air frame of a new viper ship.)
Jammer: What's going on, chief?
Tyrol: All right, here's the deal. We are going to build a new fighter.
Jammer: What about the rest of the ships? I'm three days backlogged on repairs as is.
Tyrol: This is strictly an off-duty project. Nobody takes one minute away from regular maintenance and repairs. You got it? You don't think we can do this?
Jammer: I wouldn't even know how to begin.
Figurski: What else is new?
Jammer: Oh, screw you. Okay, he's talking about fabricating a frame, avionics, life support. It's frakkin' impossible.
Tyrol: You know what, then? Forget you. I don't need you.
Cally: Chief, wait. It's not like that.
Tyrol: I said forget it. Get back to work. That's an order.

On Galactica in the sickbay
(Cottle hands Roslin her medical charts in a folder. She looks at the results and is visibly shaken by what see reads.)
Roslin: How much time do I have?
Cottle: Weeks. A month at the outside.
Roslin: Will I be able to work?
Cottle: Unless the cancer goes to your brain. That happens, you--

On Galactica in a firing range

(Apollo, Starbuck and Hotdog are firing at target sheets with Sharon's face on them.)(Apollo fills one of the faces full of lead.)
Starbuck: Someone's a tad aggressive.
Apollo: Just shut up and shoot.
Starbuck: My gods, between you and Racetrack, it's like-- having a conversation is like walking through a minefield.
Apollo: And you're the last person who should be lecturing me about manners.
Starbuck: From what I hear, you've also been riding Chief Tyrol pretty good.
Apollo: Press it. I just reminded him that I expect viper maintenance to take precedence over his hobby project.
(Air gage readings start dropping into the red zones.)
Starbuck: Nice! I'm surprised he didn't take a swing at you.
Apollo: Come on, Starbuck. You don't actually think that piece of junk's gonna actually fly, do you?
Starbuck: [Laughs] 50 cubits says he gets it in the air.
Apollo: Yeah? And who's gonna fly it? It's not gonna be me.
Hotdog: Don't look at me.
Apollo: I wasn't looking at you. What?
Starbuck: I'll fly it. I'll fly it.
Apollo: You?
Starbuck: Me.
Apollo: Why?
Starbuck: Because... while everyone else is standing around whining--
Apollo: We're whining?
Starbuck: The chief is doing something positive.
Apollo: I'm deeply moved. Really? Honestly, I am.
(Hotdog falls over and Starbuck and Apollo go over to help.)
Starbuck: [laughs] (They are acting giddy and drunk like do to the lack of oxygen)
Apollo: [Laughter]
Starbuck: His lips are blue. You look like a blueberry.
Apollo: There's no oxygen in here. There's no oxygen in here. There's no oxygen.
(Starbuck reaches up to the range counter and finds her gun and starts firing at the hatch window, hits and misses it but it doesn't break.)
Starbuck: I'm empty.
(Apollo loads an explosive round and fires at the window. It explodes allowing air into the room.)
Starbuck: Nice shot.

On Galactica in the CIC

Gaeta: The environmental computer decided that the firing range was over pressurized and started bleeding out air to compensate.
Apollo: Two more minutes, and we'd have been dead.
Adama: Power fluctuations, equipment failures.
Gaeta: Sir, I think I've found what's causing it.
Adama: What is that?
Baltar: It's a Cylon logic bomb. A heuristic computer virus. It's capable of learning, evolving, and probably running in parallel with every computer in the ship right now, just waiting to be activated. No doubt left behind when the Cylons infiltrated the network Colonel Tigh set up the day you were shot, sir.
Adama: That was weeks ago. Why now?
Gaeta: Most likely, sir, it took this long for it to crack our encrypted pass codes. And once that happened, it started testing its ability to control our systems-- electrical, environmental.
Adama: How do you kill it?
Baltar: Well, that's the tricky part. If it's a Cylon virus, it is extremely difficult to eradicate.
Adama: Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky, then, ‘cause I have an expert on board. Tell Helo to run this past our prisoner.

On Galactica in a hangar bay

(Tyrol is trying to attach a heavy wing on to the airframe. He struggles but can't do it.)
Tyrol: Come on. Come on. Son of a bitch. (He sees Figurski coming to help) I got it; go back to work.
Figurski approaches to help Tyrol.
Figurski: It's a two-man job, chief. You want this wing up or not?
(They both start putting the wing into place.)
Tyrol: On three. one, two, three. Great, great. Hold it there.

On Galactica in the CIC

Dualla: Sir? We're continuing to experience power spikes and equipment failures across the ship.
Adama: Thank you.
Tigh: We'd better up our alert status and put our damage-control teams on stand-by.
Adama: Not yet. (beat) Have you seen this ship that the chief is building?
Tigh: His imaginary fighter? I don't need to see it to know it's a waste of time.
Adama: The deck crew doesn't seem to think so.
Tigh: We need to focus on the fleet we've got left, not get bogged down in some pipe dream. We should shut it down.
Adama: It may come to that. But this project, it's giving them something. I'm not going to take that away... until I have to.

On Galactica in an gym room

Dualla: Doc Cottle cleared me. Feel like hitting something.
(Apollo helps Dee with some self defence moves.)
Apollo: Okay. Don't square up. Don't square up. Rotate. And just drop the knee.
Gaeta: (over P.A) Attention on Galactica. Power outage reported on deck 12.
Apollo: That's nice. Now. If you want to throw them, I'll be you. Head in a lock. Grab the wrist. Secure the arm. And I'm just going to drop the knee, rotate 45.
Dualla: Okay.
(Apollo does as he explained drops her to the ground using the technique.)
Are you all right?
Dualla: Yeah. Just like we did in basic.
Apollo: Let's bring a live opponent into the mix.
(Apollo brings out a fake knife. He pretends to come at Dee. Dualla performs the technique on Apollo.)
Apollo: And strip the knife.
(She strips the knife, then Apollo knocks out her arms, forcing her to fall on him and winds up is nose to nose with him. Billy then enters the room to find Dualla and Apollo in a compromising position.)
Billy: Um... Hey.
Dualla: Billy hey. How long have you been on board?
Billy: I just arrived.

On Galactica in Sharon's Cell
(Helo and Sharon are talking on the cell's phone.)
Helo: Do you have actual memories of being with the Chief before the Cylon attack?
(Helo looks a bit upset)
Sharon: Yeah. I'm sorry. You asked.
Helo: Do you still love him?
Sharon: Helo. You're the father of my child. You're the first in my heart. And nothing is ever going to change that.
Helo: All right, we have to get to this. Dr. Baltar said it's some sort of Cylon logic bomb. Do you see anything?
He shows her a clip board with lots of code.
Sharon: Can you flip?
(He flips the page. Sharon is mesmerized by the code on the page.) (She goes into a daydream like state.)
Helo: Sharon? Sharon, what's wrong? Sharon!
(She snaps out of it.)
Sharon: I need to talk to Commander Adama. Right now.
Helo: Why?
Sharon: It's a Cylon virus, all right. It's been learning your systems, testing, adapting, finding weak spots.
Helo: For what?
Sharon: So they can turn Galactica's systems against you. Crash you into other ships, detonate your weapons stores, suffocate the crews.
Helo: What about you, the baby?
Sharon: I'm a liability to them, a mistake. Helo, this logic bomb will run its course in a matter of hours. once it does, the Cylons will be on top of us. They're gonna kill us all.

On Galactica in Sharon's cell
(Commander Adama walks in and Sharon starts to great him.)
Sharon: Commander Adama—
(He cuts her off)
Adama: Whatever it is you have to say, make it quick.

On Galactica in a hangar
(They are working on Tyrol's project craft.)
Apollo: Well, I hate to say it, but you've got the cockpit too far back. You're gonna run into cg problems when you manoeuvre.
Starbuck: We're not going for manoeuvrability, Captain. We're going for speed. Besides, you didn't think this thing would fly anyway.
Apollo: Well, it sure as hell won't with the cockpit rammed up its a-- Dee?
(Dee rolls out from underneath the project ship.)
Dualla: Hey.
Apollo: What are you doing here?
Dualla: Communications, I think. Chief's great with the hydraulics, but this com system's a mess.
Figurski: Ten hut.
Tigh: Had to see this with my own eyes. Won't be long before we have the whole CIC down here. You working on this class project too, Apollo?
Apollo: No, sir.
Tigh: It's good to see someone has a little sense. Where's the Chief, the tool room?
Starbuck: Ah, getting in some rack time, sir.

Galactica in the tool room

Tyrol is getting a fluid out of a still type device.)
Tigh: What's this, Chief?
(Tyrol thinks hard for a second)
Tyrol: I'm making solvent, sir, to clean machine parts.
Tigh: Solvent my ass. I know a still when I smell it. What the hell are you up to?
Tyrol: I need booze to trade for parts. I'm scrounging most of what I can from the fleet, but I need engines. I know I need Commander Adama's permission to cannibalize one of the wrecks.
Tigh: Engines or not, we both know that piece of crap out there is never going to fly.
Tyrol: I gotta try, Colonel.
Tigh: What's the point?
Tyrol: Because that ship, the work, that's all I've got left. I don't have that, I--
Tigh: I almost forgot. I promised the XO of the Baah Pakal I'd help him out.
Tyrol: Sir?
Tigh: He's got some obsolete DDG-62 engines taking up space on his flight deck. They're probably crap, but I told him that I would have a crew in there to haul ‘em out as soon as possible.
Tyrol: Glad to be of help, sir.
(Tigh helps himself to one of the bottles of booze the Chief had prepared for trade.)
Tigh: Good.

On Galactica in Adama's quarters
(Roslin in there with Adama and has a book in her hand)
Adama: Madam President, your shuttle's ready.
Roslin: Of course. Thank you again for letting me use your quarters.
Adama: Please.
Roslin: I wanted to return this. (a book)
Adama: This was a gift.
Roslin: "Never lend a book," I know. But I've had it far too long. It belongs in your collection. I'm late for a Quorum meeting. Is there a problem?
Adama: Our computers have been infected by a Cylon virus, corrupting systems throughout the entire ship. I've just been notified that this is a prelude to an all-out attack by the Cylons.
Roslin: I assume you've tried to disable it.
Adama: Mr. Gaeta and the Vice President are handling that right now. I'm not hopeful.
Roslin: Commander, I'm not sure what I can offer you here besides my moral support.
Adama: Actually, Madam President, I could use your advice.

On Galactica in the CIC

Tigh: You want to what?
Gaeta: Completely erase our computer drives, cold restart the entire ship's system, then restore them using our prewar backups.
Tigh: Leaving us with our pants down until we're back online. The commander will never go for this.
Gaeta: I've already spoken to him, sir.
Tigh: What did he say?
Gaeta: He's considering it.
Baltar: It's the only way to destroy the virus.
Tigh: I thought the Commander told you to stay out of this.
Baltar: I'm sorry; do you want to survive this one or not, Colonel?
Tigh: All right, so we calculate a jump and get some distance on these Cylon bastards--
Gaeta: No, sir, we can't risk a jump. All of our systems are compromised, including navigation. The virus could drop us in the middle of a sun.
Baltar: We're running out of time; our signal's going to catch up with the Cylon fleet. If we have not come up with anything before then--
Gaeta: They'll take control of all of our systems, and then they'll have hundreds of ways to kill us.

Galactica in Adama's quarters

Adama: I've just come from seeing our Cylon prisoner. She's offering a possible solution to the problem.
Roslin: And you're wondering if you can trust her.
Adama: It took everything I have not to put my hands around her throat. I can't believe I'm contemplating this.
Roslin: We both know the Cylons are experts at manipulation. They will do anything to confuse you.
Adama: This is not the one who shot me.
Roslin: Can they really be that different from one another? Commander, if you're asking me if it's possible that your judgment's been clouded by your history with this particular Cylon model, well, I'd have to say yes. But... we created them. There's always a chance we might find common ground.


On Galactica in the CIC
(Sharon is led chained and walked down the hall to the CIC. She is lead into the CIC under heavy guard.)
Sharon: We need to work quickly. We're on borrowed time.
(She motions with her hands.)
Adama: Let her go.
(Sharon is released)
Sharon: Dee, do you still carry your father's pocket knife?
Adama: Give it to her.
Sharon: Mr. Gaeta, can you set me up with a fiber-optic com link? I need broadcast to all frequencies and direct link to the mainframe.
Adama: Do it.
Gaeta: Sir.
Adama: Right here, Sharon.
Sharon: Thanks.
Gaeta: Dradis. Here they come. Multiple targets. Bearing 371 carom 552. Cylon raiders.
(Several hundred raiders start jump near the Galactica)
Tigh: Bastards tracked us, all right.
Adama: Launch vipers.

Vipers

Hotdog: Hotdog: Apollo, the raiders are holding.
Apollo: Galactica, Apollo. Raiders are holding formation. Repeat, raiders are holding formation.
The raiders from a tight fence like holding formation facing off with the vipers and hold position.

On Galactica in the CIC

Tigh: What the hell.
Sharon: Okay, this is how it's going to work. The raiders are going to send a signal to activate the virus. It could take a few seconds. on my mark, initiate the computer wipe. Miss the window...
Gaeta: The virus takes over every system in the ship.
Sharon: Yeah. Sometimes you gotta roll the hard six. Right, commander?
(Sharon cuts her hand with the knife and inserts the fiber optic cable deep into the wound and up her arm.)
Tigh: What the hell is she doing?
Dualla: They've made contact, sir.
Gaeta: It's moving too fast; I can't follow it.
Tigh: We gotta stop this.
Adama: Stand by to execute computer wipe on my command.
Gaeta: Systems ready, sir.
Sharon: Wipe the hard drives now.
Adama: Do it.

In Vipers
Vipers are still in stationary tight formation.
Starbuck; My gods what are they doing?

On Galactica in the CIC and Vipers

Tigh: Weapons are still offline. No dradis. Systems down. We're looking at a gods damned bloodbath. We're defenceless.

Hotdog: Apollo, Hotdog. Here they come!
Apollo: All right, copy, Hotdog.
Duck: Gods, there must be hundreds of them.
Tigh: Cylons are still moving in. She set us up!
Adama: Give me your sidearm.
Marine: Sir.
Adama: If they're coming for you, they're gonna be very disappointed.
Adama holds a gun to Sharon's head.
Tigh: Do it. What are you waiting for?
Sharon: This.
(She makes motion and in an instant all of the Galactica's systems come back online. The raiders all go offline!)
Tigh: What the hell?
Gaeta: We just transmitted a signal.
Apollo: Uh, Galactica? They--they seem to have lost power. They're drifting out of control!
Tigh: What the hell?
Adama: Cylons sent a computer virus. But we just sent one back.
Tigh: Apollo, this is Galactica. Kill the bastards.

Duck: Yeah! Come on, baby.
Apollo: Roger that. Vipers, weapons free. Engage. This--this is payback.
They start blowing the Cylons to hell. fish in a barrel style.
Duck: Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
Hotdog: Whoo!
(You can see them taking it to the helpless toasters much like the scene in the miniseries when the Cylons did the same to the vipers.) (They take it to them quite well. You see a heavy raider getting peppered with shots and explode and regular raider getting split clean in half and the ooy gooy guts coming out!) (They start to mop ‘em up!)
Duck: Yeah! How do you like that? You seeing this? Got this toaster padlocked. Come on! [Laughs] I got another where that one came from!
(They are having a great time with such a big easy kill)
Starbuck: Guys, clean ‘em up! Come on; let's go.
Adama: Officers.
(Adama and Sharon look at each other.)
Marine: Yes sir.
Adama: Take this thing back to its cell.

On Galactica in a hangar
(Tyrol is having trouble connecting a wire in a tight place. Cally gives him a hand).
Cally: There you go, chief.
Tyrol" Nice to be small, huh? Ship's got more than one engine. Get to it.
Starbuck: We are so damn close. There has got to be some extra metal lying around that we can use to skin this thing. Floorboards, extra bulkheads, something.
Tyrol: Most of it's ticketed for viper repair.
Helo: Who says you need metal?

On Galactica in a hangar
(The blackbird is completed. It's black and angular much like a stealth fighter)
Apollo: Carbon composite.
Starbuck: Good call, Helo.
Apollo: It's going to be hard as hell to see on dradis, but the question is, will it fly?
Starbuck: Just watch me.

On Galactica in a launch tube

Starbuck: Instruments... in the green. Fuel pressure... nominal.
Dualla: Apollo, Starbuck. Blackbird flight is cleared for launch.
Starbuck: Run-up.
Kelly: Maglock secure, initiate launch sequence.
(The Blackbird starts rocking as she powers up it's systems)
Starbuck: Oh, don't blow up on me, you bastard.
Kelly: You are clear for launch.
(The blackbird launches down the tube like a viper)
Dualla: Blackbird is away.

In space
(Starbuck is having some difficulty keeping the blackbird flying straight. It looks like she's showing off.)
Apollo: Hey! Hey. Will you take it easy? Start slow. You're testing the ship. It's not about the pilot showing off.
Starbuck: I'm not showing off.
Apollo: Gods damn it, what is this? What are you trying to prove?
Starbuck: I'm not trying to prove anything. You've got to be kidding me. Whoo! Oh, lords. (She feels it out and gains control of it) Okay. Let's see what this baby can do. Yaa-ha-ha-ha!
(She presses the throttle and fires all four of the engines and disappears.)
Apollo: Starbuck, where are you? Starbuck, do you hear me? Starbuck! She's gone. Galactica, Apollo, I've lost her. I've lost her.
Dualla: No dradis contact.
Apollo: Starbuck, Starbuck, where are you? Starbuck, come in. Starbuck, do you read? Kara, are you okay?
(She barely is visible a few feet away in front of Apollo's viper until she lights her helmet light.)
Starbuck: Of course you lost contact. It's a damned stealth ship, remember?
(The blackbird come more into view directly in front of Apollo's viper.)
Apollo: Oh, you--
Starbuck: [laughs]

On Galactica in a hangar
It's Blackbird's christening ceremony
Figurski: Commander on deck.
Adama: As you were.
Roslin: Chief Tyrol? This is the blackbird?
Tyrol: Yes, ma'am. Madam President, this is an honour.
Roslin: No, the honour's mine. It's remarkable.
Tyrol: Just a ship, ma'am.
Roslin: Oh, you're much too modest. After what we've been through, it would be very easy to give up, to lose hope. But not here. Not today. This is more than a ship, Chief. This is an act of faith. It is proof that despite all we've lost, we keep trying. And we will get through this, all of us, together. I promise.
(Meanwhile the crew are signing the engine/wing to show that they helped build the blackbird.)
Tyrol: Commander.
Tyrol hands Adama a bottle of champagne
Tyrol: Uh, Madam President. This was supposed to be a surprise, but, well--
Tyrol pulls a sheet revealing that the blackbird has been named "Laura" Roslin is in tears.
Roslin: Thank you.
Adama: If you'll do us the honours, Madam President.
(Adama gives her the Champaign)
Roslin: Of Course, Oh. Okay.
(Roslin lifts the bottle over her head to break it on the Blackbird.)
Tyrol: Whoa!
(Tyrol jumps in front of her to protect the Blackbird.)
Roslin: [Laughter] Kidding.
(She then pops the cork and starts passing around the drink.)
Racetrack: Hell of an idea, using carbon composites.
(She shakes Helo's hand. Other pilots and crew follow suit.)
Duck: It was a good job.
Hotdog: Nice work.
Roslin: That was lovely.
Adama: They wanted to do that for you.
Roslin: Thank you. None of this would have been possible if you hadn't trusted the Cylon.
Adama: I took your advice, met on common ground.
Roslin: What was that?
Adama: We both wanted to live.

(The episode ends with Tyrol visiting Sharon's cell. He walks around the cell. Sharon picks up the phone in anticipation of talking. The Chief picks up the other end phone to talk with her. We don't see/hear the conversation.)

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