Battlestar Galactica: Miniseries: Part 2


-ACT ONE

RECAP -- NIGHT ONE

We Recap the events from Night One, ending on Adama facing the news that
Lee is dead.

FADE IN:

INT. GALACTICA - COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER

Adama stares at the Dradis screen, can't believe it. He looks around CIC
for a beat, his gaze finally landing on Tigh, who meets his eyes, knows the
truth.

ON THE DRADIS SCREEN

The large energy bloom still blots the screen. The two Cylon fighters turn
and fly away from the bloom.

GAETA (O.S.) Cylons moving off, sir.

RESUME

The CIC remains utterly silent, everyone knows what just happened to their
commander's son. Adama sits down heavily in a chair. Lost for the moment.
The silence hangs heavy in the air. Tigh finally steps up.

TIGH Resume Jump prep.

Everyone goes back to work. Gaeta resumes going through his checklist.
Tigh takes a beat, puts a hand on Adama's shoulder, then goes over to
rejoin Gaeta at the FTL station.

Adama stares off into middle distance.

INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - COCKPIT

Lee sits back in his seat, very much alive, and looking relieved.



I think it worked.

LEE

Laura and the Pilot share in the feeling of cautious relief.

TRANSPORT PILOT How can you be sure?

LEE
I'm not. But if the Cylons weren't fooled, they'd be on top of us by now.

LAURA What did you do exactly?
LEE
It was a theory we toyed with at the War College. Some scientist
discovered that double-banking the soliton wave generated by a
faster-than-light drive mimicked a thermo- nuclear radiation signature.

Laura throws a look to the Pilot who translates it.

TRANSPORT PILOT
He used the hyperdrive to put out a big... pulse of energy that looks like
a nuclear ex plosion.

LEE
We used to wargame the possibility that it could be used to trick enemy
sensors into thinking a distant target had been destroyed in battle.

TRANSPORT PILOT
Does the rest of the fleet know about that trick?

LEE
I doubt it. We, uh... we were never successful in our war games.



Come again?

LAURA

LEE
It always failed in the simulations. The Cylons always saw right through
the fake and destroyed the target anyway.



(to Pilot)

LAURA
The lesson here is not to ask follow-up questions, but simply say...
(to Lee)
"Thank you, Captain Apollo for saving our collective asses."

TRANSPORT PILOT
Thank you Captain Apollo for saving our collective asses.

LEE
You're... welcome. Now, if I could suggest that we...

LAURA
... evacuate the passenger liner and get the hell out of here before the
Cylons realize their mistake? I'm right there with you, Captain.

EXT. SPACE - SHARON'S RAPTOR - CHASE CAMERA POV

The Raptor is cruising through space.
SHARON (V.O.) Three... Two... One... Launch.

A SMALL DRONE LAUNCHES from beneath the Raptor's wing and blazes out into
space.

INT. SHARON'S RAPTOR - COCKPIT

Sharon watches the telemetry from the drone on her console.

SHARON
Drone deployed... and transmitting.

The little BOY from the Night One Teaser photo is sitting in the co-pilot's
seat. He looks over at her with a worried expression.

BOY Now they'll come find us?


(gently) I hope so.

SHARON



How?

BOY

SHARON
Well, see there's a lot of interference around here -- a lot of noise.
Keeps my wireless from working.

BOY Noise from the Cylons?

SHARON
That's right. And hopefully, once that communications pod I just launched
gets far enough away from here, a Colonial ship will pick up the signal and
start looking for us.

The Boy nods his head seriously. There's a quiet beat.

BOY
Is everyone on Kobol dead?



I don't know.

SHARON

BOY
My Mom's dead. They told me.



I'm sorry.

SHARON

BOY
That was when I was little. My Dad's an officer in the Colonial fleet. A
Colonel. They told me he's missing. But I think he's dead too.

He says it as a statement of fact, and looks at her with that same
seriousness of expression.

SHARON
You know something... both my parents died when I was little too.



Really?

BOY



Hm-mm.

SHARON

BOY Who do you live with?

SHARON
A bunch of other people on a ship called the Galactica.

BOY Is that a battlestar?



That's right.

SHARON

BOY Can I live there too?

A beat as she looks at him and then makes a life decision.

SHARON
Yes. Yes, you can. You can live there with me.

The Boy nods, stoically accepts that as a fact.

SHARON (cont'd) What's your name?



Boxey.

BOXEY

INT. SHARON'S RAPTOR - INNER BAY

The rest of the survivors are packed in the cramped seats of the Inner Bay
which was designed for a couple of people at most. The other four kids are
older than Boxey and they're sitting together. A couple of them are
asleep. Baltar shifts in his seat, tries to get comfortable. Suddenly he
hears a familiar VOICE --

NUMBER SIX (O.S.) You know what I love about you, Gaius?
He looks up in panic to see Number Six sitting right across from him.

NUMBER SIX (cont'd) You're a survivor. Like me.

There's an o.c. THUMP -- Baltar looks away to see that one of the kids
shifting in their sleep and thumped the bulkhead. He looks back -- and
Number Six is gone.

That's twice now he's imagined seeing her. What the hell...?

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA - TOP HULL CAMERA

Showing the view over the bow as the ship makes a TURN.

DUALLA (WIRELESS) Starbuck/Galactica. Three enemy contacts identified as
fighters now bearing 220-015. Speed 7 decimal 4...

EXT. SPACE - KARA'S VIPER - OVERHEAD COCKPIT POV

There are (old) VIPERS visible to either side as Kara leads the group out
to engage the fighters.

DUALLA (WIRELESS) Range 705 and closing.

INT. KARA'S VIPER - CONSOLE POV

Looking up at Kara as she answers Galactica. A couple of Vipers are
visible out the canopy.

KARA Copy that Galactica.

ON DRADIS SCREEN

Where three BLIPS can be seen.

KARA (O.S.)
We have good targets. Starbuck out.

RESUME

KARA (cont'd)
(looks around)
All right, listen up. I think I figured something out here. That beam
thing they tried to hit us with last time? I think that's what they've
been using to knock out Colonial defenses. But for some reason, it's not
working against these old Vipers. I don't know why and I don't care. All
that matters is we've got a level playing field out here now.
(beat)
So stay with your wingman, keep your interval and remember your training.
The Cylons weren't counting on having to do any dogfighting today, so I
don't think they're
quite ready for this. On my mark, kick in your burners. Three, two, one,
mark.

EXT. SPACE - VIPER FORMATION - CHASE CAMERA POV

The Viper AFTERBURNERS kick in and they BLAZE away from us.

EXT. KARA'S VIPER - OVERHEAD COCKPIT POV

Up ahead, THREE balls of LIGHT begin to resolve themselves into CYLON
FIGHTERS.

KARA (WIRELESS) Here they come... ready... BREAK.

MULTI-SCREEN:

1 -- EXT. SPACE - VIPER FORMATION

The formation BREAKS APART into PAIRS and OPEN FIRE.

2 -- EXT. SPACE - THE CYLONS

The Cylons are forced to break their own formation to dodge the FIRE from
the Vipers.

3 -- INT. KARA'S VIPER - CONSOLE POV

As she pursues the Cylons.

4 -- EXT. KARA'S VIPER - WING CAMERA POV

The starfield behind Kara's canopy is filled with twisting, turning, firing
Vipers.

5 -- INT. VIPER COCKPIT - CONSOLE POV

A Galactica Pilot struggles in the fight.

6 -- EXT. SPACE - CYLON FIGHTER - WING CAMERA POV

The Cylon ship firing, twisting, turning.

We start ROTATING MORE SCREENS IN, moving OTHERS OUT, constantly changing
our perspective from interior to exterior, Cylon to Viper, and our
impression of combat is more like the real thing -- fast paced, confusing,
hard to tell friend from foe and happening all at once:

1 -- Two Vipers firing furiously.

2 -- A Cylon twists and turns.

4 -- Kara's head whipping around in her cockpit.

6 -- A Cylon fires.

1 -- A Viper is damaged.
2 -- A Cylon makes an impossibly tight turn, fires.

1 -- A Viper skids sideways to avoid Cylon fire.

3 -- Kara straining against g-forces in a tight turn.

1 -- A Viper EXPLODES.

5 -- A Viper Pilot struggles to escape a Cylon.

4 -- Kara DESTROYS a Cylon.

1 -- Four Vipers swarm around a single Cylon fighter, in a blur of motion
too quick to follow, then the
Cylon EXPLODES.

3 -- INT. KARA'S VIPER - CONSOLE POV

She twists around, looks around the stars for the enemy.

KARA
That's two down, where's their buddy?

PILOT #1 (WIRELESS)
This is Tailgate! He's on my ass! Need help out here!

KARA All right, here we come!

1 -- The Vipers form up on Kara, head off to help.

7 -- EXT. SPACE - VIPER & CYLON - CHASE CAMERA POV

The Cylon is matching the Viper move for move -- then suddenly it breaks
off the chase.

PILOT #1 (WIRELESS)
Wait-wait-wait -- he's broken off. Frak! He's heading toward Galactica!

COLLAPSE SCREENS TO:

EXT. SPACE - THE CYLON FIGHTER - CHASE CAMERA POV

The Cylon is heading right for the still distant Galactica.

INT. KARA'S VIPER - CONSOLE POV

As she watches the Cylon head for the defenseless ship...

FADE OUT.



END OF ACT ONE
ACT TWO
FADE IN:

EXT. SPACE - KARA'S VIPER - OVERHEAD COCKPIT POV

As the Viper swings around toward the Cylon missile and the defenseless
Galactica.

KARA (WIRELESS) Galactica/Starbuck -- one got through, repeat one got
through! We're kicking in the burners but watch yourself!

INT. GALACTICA - COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER

Tigh in command, Gaeta at Tactical, Dualla on her headset.

TIGH
Helm, stand-by emergency maneuvers!

DUALLA Copy that, Starbuck.

GAETA
(to speakers) All decks brace for--



Belay that.

ADAMA (O.S.)

Everyone turns in surprise -- Adama is still in his chair, hasn't moved or
spoken since the moment he believed Lee died. He doesn't raise his voice,
doesn't even get out of his chair, and yet he's retaken command of his ship
in a crisis. The old lion isn't dead yet.

ADAMA (cont'd)
(to Dualla)
Order the fighters to stand-off. We'll handle this one.

MULTI-SCREEN:

1 -- INT. COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER

Dualla relaying the order.

DUALLA
Starbuck/Galactica. Stand-off, repeat, stand-off. We'll handle this one.

2 -- INT. KARA'S VIPER - CONSOLE POV

Showing her surprised reaction.



Okay...
(under)

KARA
Whatever that means.
3 -- EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA - HULL CAMERA

From a camera on Galactica's hull, we see the Cylon heading straight toward
us -- head-on.

4 -- EXT. SPACE - CYLON FIGHTER - HULL CAMERA

A reciprocal view from a camera mounted on the Cylon fighter, we see the
Galactica rushing straight toward us.

1 -- Adama picks up a HANDSET. Everyone is tense, quiet. Gaeta watches
the Dradis tactical screen.

ADAMA
(to handset)
Engine room/Combat. Stand-by e-chock valves on tank one.

GAETA
Range 310... 300... 290... 280...



2 -- Kara and her Vipers swing around and pull away from Galactica. [Drop
this split now.]

3 & 4 -- The ships get closer together.

1 -- Gaeta keeps watching the screen, everyone tenses, wondering what Adama
will do.

ADAMA Standby, Helm...

GAETA
250... 240... 230...

ADAMA
Helm, top bow, bottom stern emergency full.

The Helmsmen WORK the controls and it all happens very fast:

5 -- EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA - CHASE CAMERA POV

The giant ship FLIPS END FOR END.

3 & 4 -- The maneuver from Galactica and the Cylon POV.

6 -- CYLON UNDERBELLY - WING CAMERA POV

The bomb bay doors OPEN as before, and FIVE nuclear-tipped MISSILES drop
down.

1 -- Adama is watching the gauges.

ADAMA
(to phone)
Main fuel dump -- execute.
4 & 5 -- We see A CLOUD OF FUEL pour out of Galactica's stern VENTS.

1 -- Adama turns back to the Helmsman.

ADAMA (cont'd) Right stern thruster -- one burst.

One of the Helmsmen hits a button --

4, 5, 6 -- The nuclear missiles are just heading out of the bomb bay when a
SINGLE BURST of ENERGY shoots out from the right stern thruster of
Galactica and IGNITES the entire CLOUD of FUEL. There's no time for the
Cylon fighter to react and it's IMMOLATED along with the missiles.
[Drop 4 & 6 splits.]

7 -- EXT. SPACE - VIPER FORMATION - CHASE CAMERA POV

The Vipers can see the explosion from a safe distance away.

2 -- INT. KARA'S VIPER - CONSOLE POV

As she reacts to the explosion.

1 -- Only now, the crisis over, does Adama finally get out of his chair and
stand on the deck of his ship once more.

ADAMA
(to Dualla) Bring'em home.
(to Gaeta) Resume Jump prep.

DUALLA
Starbuck/Galactica. You're directed to land your squadron.

2 -- Kara is more than relieved.



(to mic)

KARA
Galactica/Starbuck. Copy that. We're coming home.
(to herself)
Old Man, you are really something else...

COLLAPSE SCREENS TO:

INT. GALACTICA - HANGAR BAY

A short time later, Kara's Viper rides the elevator DOWN into the Hangar
Bay, where it STOPS. She pops the canopy, takes off her helmet and climbs
down. We can see her flight suit is soaked in sweat as she walks around
the Viper. Tyrol and Cally are standing at the rear of the ship.

TYROL
Starbuck, what did you do to my Viper?
Kara looks up to see a HUGE CHUNK is MISSING from one of the three engines.

KARA
Wondered why the engine gave out.



(to Cally)

TYROL
We gotta pull the whole mounting. Get the high-lift.

Cally moves off.



(to Kara)

TYROL (cont'd)
How you managed to fly this thing, much less land it...

KARA
Not something I want to think about right now. Where's Prosna? He has to
get that frakking gymbal locked or I'll have his ass.

TYROL Dead, sir. Died in the fire.

Beat.

KARA How many did we lose?



Eighty-five.

TYROL



Right.

KARA

She heads off. Tyrol thinks for a beat, then stops her.



Lieutenant?
(beat)

TYROL
I don't know if you heard about Captain Adama, but...



Heard what?

KARA

He shakes his head. Doesn't need to say anything more. For a moment, Kara
reacts like he reached out and slapped her. Then her emotional mask drops
down into place.



Right.

KARA (cont'd)

She walks away. Pauses. Turns back again just as Cally returns with a
large hydraulic LIFT.

KARA (cont'd) Any word on Sharon?
Tyrol is caught off-guard, tries to hide his emotional reaction, but isn't
entirely successful.



No, sir.

TYROL

Kara EXITS. Tyrol stands there for a beat. Cally sees the look on his
face, overheard the last exchange.

CALLY You okay, Chief?



(no)

TYROL
Get back to work.

He walks off.

INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - CARGO BAY

Sharon's Raptor is parked next to Lee's Viper in what is now getting to be
a crowded space. The Survivors are coming off the Raptor and having their
names taken down by Doral, while Lee listens to Sharon's report. Boxey is
hanging out near her, looking around the bay with interest.

SHARON
... I've got two communication pods left sir, but that's it.
No swallows, no jiggers, no drones, no markers... nothing.

LEE
Well, at least you've got a full electronic suite. That old crate of mine
can barely navigate from A to B.

SHARON
That crate may have saved your life, sir.



How's that?

LEE

SHARON
The Mark seven Vipers? Cylons shut'em down like they threw a switch or
something. And I've been hearing reports like that from all over. The
only fighters out there having any success at all are either old or in need
some kind of major overhaul.

Lee thinks about that, sees Baltar get out of the Raptor.



That him?

LEE

SHARON Yes, sir. Hope he's worth it.
(beat) Sorry, sir.
LEE
Don't be. I hope he's worth it too.
(calls out)
Doctor Baltar? The President would like to see you.

BALTAR President Adar is here?

LEE
No. I'm afraid Adar is dead. President Laura Roslin was sworn in a few
hours ago.



Oh.

BALTAR

LEE
If you'll wait a moment, I'll take you to her.

Doral comes over to Boxey.

DORAL
Hi there. What's your name, little man?

Boxey just looks at him with that contempt children reserve for
condescending adults.

DORAL (cont'd) I bet you're hungry...

Silence. Sharon and Doral exchange a look -- and she holds his gaze just a
moment too long.



He's with me.

SHARON
(to Boxey)
Boxey, go with him, get something to eat. I'll come find you, okay?



Promise?

BOXEY



Promise.

SHARON

Boxey goes with Doral and the rest of the survivors.



Kid's with you?

LEE



He is now.

Lee leaves it at that.

SHARON



Let's go.

LEE
Lee, Sharon and Baltar head for the door.

INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - PASSENGER CABIN

With a couple of seats removed and a makeshift desk of sorts set up now,
the cabin is starting to resemble something approaching an office. She
shakes Baltar's hand as Lee and Sharon look on.

LAURA
A pleasure to meet you again, Doctor.
(off his blank look)
We met at last year's Caprica City Symposium.

BALTAR
Oh. Of course. Sorry. I uh... I'm bad with faces...

LAURA
Don't worry about it. I'm sure I wouldn't remember me either. I want you
to serve as my chief scientific consultant and analyst. If anyone can give
us insight into the Cylons and their technology, it's got to be you.

Baltar suddenly HEARS the soft sound of a WOMAN'S GIGGLE. It takes him a
moment to realize that no one else hears it too.

BALTAR
I'd be honored... Madame President.



Good.

LAURA

(to Sharon)
What's your impression of the situation on Kobol?

SHARON
From what I could see, the Cylons appear to be systematically targeting
every population center surface for nuclear attack. I doubt there's a city
over a hundred thousand people left at this point.

LAURA
Doctor, am I correct in assuming that an attack of this magnitude will
trigger a world-wide nuclear winter?

BALTAR
Yes. Fallout clouds are drifting across the major continents and altering
weather patterns around the globe even as we speak.

Laura takes a step away from the rest of them, looks out the window for a
long beat. Finally --



(quiet)

LAURA
Lieutenant Valerii, I understand your ship has a limited faster-than-light
capability?
SHARON
(surprised)
Uh, yes sir. The Raptor was designed to make short Jumps ahead of the
fleet, scout for enemy ships, then Jump back and report.

Laura thinks for another beat, then turns back to face them.

LAURA
We need to find as many survivors as we can. As many ships as we can. And
then we need to go.



Go where?

LEE

LAURA
I don't know. Somewhere. A new home. A place to start over. Whatever
future the human race has... is not here anymore. It's out there
somewhere. And it's up to us find it.

A quiet beat as they all look out the window and feel the heavy burden of
responsibility they're just accepted.

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA

The ship hangs in space.



(prelap)

ADAMA
One more time around the horn, Colonel. INT. GALACTICA - COMBAT INFORMATION
CENTER Where the atmosphere is tense, expectant.



Yes, sir.

TIGH

Nav?
(calls out)



Go!

VOICE



FTL?

TIGH



Go!

GAETA



Tactical?

TIGH

DUALLA
Go!



Flight ops?

TIGH



Go!

VOICE #2



Sublight?

TIGH



Go!

VOICE #3



Helm?

TIGH



Go!

VOICE #4

TIGH
(to Adama)
The board is green, ship reports ready to Jump, sir.

ADAMA
Very well. Take us to Ragnar, Colonel.

TIGH
Mister Gaeta, execute the Jump, please.



Yes, sir.

GAETA

Gaeata goes to the FTL console, makes a final visual check, then hits a
button.

GAETA (cont'd)
The clock is running. In five, four, three, two, one, Jump.

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA

The ship JUMPS -- which we see not as the ship leaping forward or
stretching out at superspeed, but rather as the Galactica suddenly FOLDING
IN ON ITSELF like a enormous piece of origami and then disappearing.

EXT. SPACE - RAGNAR

The Galactica APPEARS via an UNFOLDING effect above the GAS GIANT planet of
Ragnar. Amid the swirling bands of CLOUDS that define the atmosphere,
there is one STORM FORMATION that should remind us of the "Red Eye" of
Jupiter.

INT. GALACTICA - COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER

As before.

Report.
ADAMA

GAETA
(works console)
Taking a bearing now... and we appear to be in geosynchronous orbit
directly above the Ragnar anchorage.

Adama actually smiles for the first time today. CHEERS and APPLAUSE break
out in the CIC and
Tigh and Adama shake hands.

ADAMA
Old girl's got some life in her yet.

TIGH
Never doubted it for a moment.

ADAMA All right, people...
(celebration subsides)
Mister Gaeta, secure the FTL drive and bring the sublight engines to full
power. Colonel Tigh, please update your chart for the course down into the
eye of the storm.

Everyone goes to work and we begin a MONTAGE sequence as the ship enters
the storm, yet life goes on within the ship's hull...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. GALACTICA - KARA'S QUARTERS

Kara is putting on a new flight suit, tying the bootlaces. She pauses.
Goes to a wall locker, OPENS it. Inside is a small FOLDED PHOTO of a
smiling, happy Kara with her arm around a handsome young man in a cadet's
uniform -- ZAK. She stares at the photo for a beat, then UNFOLDS the
photo, revealing Lee standing next to Kara and smiling too. She looks at
Lee's face, touches it. Then sinks down on her knees, head bowed:

KARA
Lords of Kobol, hear my prayer. Take the souls of Thine sons and daughters
lost this day, especially that of... Lee Adama... into Thine hands...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA & RAGNAR STORM

Galactica is heading straight down into the very eye of the storm, making
periodic adjustments from side to side and "up and down" as she navigates
the course.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. GALACTICA - COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER
Gaeta at the Helm, guiding the Helmsmen through their manuevers. Tigh at
the Navigation station, calling out the adjustments from his chart. Adama
watching over everything, letting his people do their jobs.

TIGH
Five seconds to turn three...

GAETA Five seconds, aye.


(beat) And turn.

TIGH

GAETA
Bow pitch positive one half, stern pitch negative one quarter, bow yaw
negative three quarters...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA & RAGNAR STORM

The ship PIVOTS and turns as the thrusters kick in.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. GALACTICA - COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER

Dualla reacts to something on her Dradis screen.

DUALLA Crossing into the ionosphere...

ADAMA
(hits speaker)
All hands, standby for some chop ahead.



(off chart)

TIGH
Five seconds to turn four...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA & RAGNAR STORM

The ship TURNS again, is BUFFETED by the swirling WINDS.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. GALACTICA - AIRLOCK/PASSAGEWAY

Tyrol and his Deck Hands are assembling in one of Galactica's airlocks with
tool kits, and equipment. The ship LURCHES slightly.
DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA & RAGNAR STATION

The ship is approaching the distant STATION down in the very heart of the
storm.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. GALACTICA - STARBOARD HANGAR DECK - MUSEUM

A temporary MORGUE has been set up in the heart of what was once the
Museum. Bodies are being zipped up into bags under the grim eye of Captain
Kelly.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA & RAGNAR STATION

END MONTAGE. Here in the heart of the storm, Galactica maneuvers alongside
the enormous STATION which dwarfs the ship by comparison. Far in the b.g,
the swirling winds of the STORM whirl around ship and station -- like being
in the center of a hurricane, but on a much bigger scale. From our vantage
(chase camera) Galactica is pointing straight "down" toward the (unseen)
planet surface as she comes alongside the station.

The station itself consists of FOUR ROTATING "RINGS", each of which is
connected to the same central "AXEL HUB" by a series of "SPOKES." (Imagine
four spinning bicycle tires mounted on a single metal rod.) Galactica is
maneuvering alongside the first "wheel" and matching her speed to the
wheel's rotation. In terms of scale, if the Ring is a bicycle tire, then
Galactica is the size of a baseball card.

GALACTICA - RING CAMERA POV

From a camera mounted on the top of the Ring, we watch Galactica edge
closer and closer to the docking point.

TERMINAL AIRLOCK - GALACTICA CAMERA POV

The reverse angle as seen from a camera atop Galactia, looking at the
approaching Ring airlock. The two come closer... closer... then DOCK.

INT. COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER

Gaeta is watching a DIAL on the Helm console. The dial is suddenly COVERED
by a (mechanical) GREEN TAB.



Hard seal.

GAETA
(checks other dials)
Atmosphere and pressure check. Positive.
(to Adama)
Cleared for boarding party, sir.



Very well.

ADAMA
Adama picks up a handset.

INT. GALACTICA - AIRLOCK/PASSAGEWAY

A HANDSET BUZZES on the bulkhead. Tyrol picks it up.

TYROL
Airlock Three, Chief Tyrol speaking.

ADAMA (PHONE) We have a hard seal up here, Chief.

Tyrol glances at a wall display -- also showing a GREEN TAB.

TYROL
Confirm that, sir. I show hard seal as well.

ADAMA (PHONE)
Go find me some weapons coils, Chief.



Will do, sir.

TYROL

Tyrol hangs up, glances at his people -- Socinus and Cally among them.

TYROL (cont'd) Get your gear and move out.

Tyrol works the airlock controls and the huge Galactica doors SLIDE AWAY.
He leads his gang into the airlock, works another control, and the Station
doors SLIDE AWAY. Tyrol steps forward, then stops in surprise at what he
sees.

A MAN is standing in the station passageway. And he's pointing a GUN right
at them.

FADE OUT.



END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE

FADE IN:

INT. RAGNAR STATION/AIRLOCK

Continuous from Act Two. The Man -- LEOBEN CONOY -- is still pointing the
gun right at them. He's about six feet tall, ruggedly handsome, early 30's,
a classic looking hero if ever there was one, but at the moment , he
doesn't look like he's in the best of shape. His breathing is a little
ragged, his eyes red-rimmed and glassy. There's a dangerous, on the verge
of hysterial, quality to his
voice.

LEOBEN I don't want any trouble...

TYROL
Same here.

LEOBEN But I'm not going to jail.

TYROL
(confused) Okay...

LEOBEN
You understand? I'm not going to jail.

His hand tightens on the hand weapon and Tyrol tries to defuse the
situation.

TYROL
Okay, okay. Easy now. No one's taking anyone to jail.

LEOBEN Frakking right you're not.

TYROL
I'm not a policeman. We're not here to arrest you.

Leoben blinks, looks over his uniform, begins to doubt his initial
instinct.

LEOBEN
Yeah, maybe... so who are you?

TYROL
We're from the battlestar Galactica. Colonial Fleet.

LEOBEN
What -- and you just happened to drop in? Don't give me that. This place's
been abandoned for years. It's a junk yard. That's why I'm here. But
what would a battlestar be doing here?

TYROL
We need some equipment from the station to get back in the fight.

LEOBEN
What the frak are you talking about? What fight?



You don't know?

TYROL

LEOBEN
Know what? You think I'm stupid or something? I'm not falling for this!
I want passage outta here! I want a safe transport ship with an
untraceable Jump system!

Leoben is clearly desperate and physically worked up. Tyrol glances at his
people, then backs up into the airlock. He picks up a handset from the
Galactica side of the airlock.
TYROL
Combat, Airlock Three. Sir, we've got a situation down here...

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RAGNAR STATION/AIRLOCK

Adama himself is here, and is using his best diplomatic calm to get through
to this guy.

ADAMA
... we don't know much more than that. But it's imperative that we get the
equipment we need and get our ship back in service as quickly as possible.

Leoben is stunned, suddenly very unsure of himself -- but he still has the
gun.

LEOBEN
But... but why would the Cylons, after all these years... I mean, just like
that, with no warning... doesn't make sense... does it?

ADAMA
It doesn't have to make sense. It's the truth.

LEOBEN
(shocked)
A nuclear attack... on the colonies...? How many people are...?



We don't know.

ADAMA

Leoben still has his weapon pointed at them. Adama's patience finally runs
out.



Look, Mister...?

ADAMA (cont'd)

LEOBEN Conoy. Leoben Conoy.

ADAMA
Mister Conoy, I have close to two thousand people on that ship and unless
you think you can shoot every single one of us, I suggest you get out of
the way and let us get
those coils right now.

The tone of command in Adama's voice does the trick. Leoben lowers his
weapon and Adama calmly takes it away from him.



Thank you.
(to Tyrol)

ADAMA (cont'd)
Chief?
TYROL
Yes, sir! All right, people let's get an inventory and find those coils!

Tyrol and his deck hands start to move down the passageway.

LEOBEN
You looking for weapons coils?



That's right.

ADAMA

LEOBEN
There may be a problem with that...


(yells) Hold on, Chief!

ADAMA
(to Leoben) What was that?

LEOBEN
(sheepish)
Well... coils like that would fetch quite a price on the open market...
that's why I'm here, you know? To scavenge equipment, sell it, make a nice
profit. Nothing wrong with that.

ADAMA You took the coils?

LEOBEN
It's just a bunch of junk no one was using -- I didn't know you'd need
them!

ADAMA Where are they?



It's not my fault!

LEOBEN



Where?

ADAMA

LEOBEN
They're in one of loading bays, I was getting ready to bring them aboard my
ship.

Adama tries to keep his exasperation from getting the better of him.



Show me.

ADAMA

Leoben leads the Galactica crew down the passageway.
INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - CARGO BAY

Where Sharon's Raptor still sits.

INT. SHARON'S RAPTOR - COCKPIT

Sharon is going over a preflight checklist. Boxey is sitting in the
co-pilot seat next to her.

BOXEY Do you have kids?



No.

SHARON

BOXEY Do you want kids?

SHARON
I've thought about it, but... I can't have children.



Why not?

BOXEY

SHARON
Honestly? I... don't know, actually. I mean, I've never been told by a
doctor or anything, but... somehow I've always just known... in my heart...
that I can't have children.

BOXEY Does that make you sad?



Sometimes.

SHARON

A quiet beat as Sharon keeps going over her checklist and flipping switches
in the cockpit.

BOXEY
Can I go with you on your mission?



No.

SHARON

BOXEY
Are you going to come back?

She gives him a very direct look.

SHARON Yes I am, Boxey.

She holds his gaze for a long beat. He accepts the finality of that
statement. Nods his head. She goes back to work.
INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - PASSENGER CABIN

Baltar is sitting in a seat with a fold-down desk in front of him, as he
tries to sort through a stack of print-outs and messages. He senses
someone watching him, looks up -- there's Number Six sitting in the chair
across from him.

NUMBER SIX I see they've put you to work.

Baltar doesn't answer, goes back to work.

NUMBER SIX (cont'd) Ignoring me won't help.

BALTAR
(without looking up) You're not here.



No?

NUMBER SIX

BALTAR
I've decided you're an expression of my subconscious mind playing itself
out during my waking state.

NUMBER SIX So I'm only in your head.



Exactly.

BALTAR

NUMBER SIX
Hm. Have you considered the possibility that I could very well exist only
in your head... without being a hallucination?

He finally looks up at her.

NUMBER SIX (cont'd)
Maybe you see and hear me because while you were sleeping, I implanted a
Cylon silica chip in your brain that transmits my image right into your
conscious mind.

The possibility scares him more than he wants to admit, but then he fights
back.

BALTAR
That... is just a statement of my subconscious fear which
I also choose to ignore.

He tries to go back to work.

NUMBER SIX What are you working on?
BALTAR
If you were really a chip in my brain, I wouldn't have to tell you.



Indulge me.

NUMBER SIX

BALTAR
I'm trying to figure out how you managed to pull off this kind of attack.
You seem to have shut down virtually the entire defense network without
firing a shot. Entire squadrons lost power just as they engaged the enemy.



All true.

NUMBER SIX

BALTAR
Would you care to enlighten me as to how?

NUMBER SIX
You already know the answer to that, Gaius.

Baltar looks at her for a beat, then his blood freezes in his veins. He's
up on his feet and moving away.

BALTAR No! No, that's not it.

Number Six follows him languorously, slips her arms around him from behind
as he stands near the window.

NUMBER SIX
I knew this would be hard for you. I'm sorry.



(shaky)

BALTAR
My CNP program... is not -- could not be responsible for this... it's just
a navigation program...



Of course it is...

NUMBER SIX

BALTAR
There's no way it could be used to...

Suddenly he sees it. Realizes exactly how they did it. And it's
devastating.

BALTAR (cont'd)
You made changes in the program... you said you were building in back doors
for your company to exploit later...

NUMBER SIX All true. In a sense.
BALTAR That was your job.

NUMBER SIX
Officially. Unofficially, I had other motives...

BALTAR You can't mean... me?

NUMBER SIX
Us . We had something, Gaius. Something... special.

BALTAR
This is insane. You're a machine, you can't have feelings.

NUMBER SIX
I'm a person. A woman. I have hopes, feelings, wants, desires...



No...

BALTAR

NUMBER SIX And I want you to love me.

He turns around, looks into a pair of eyes that seem completely human,
completely vulnerable and hurt.



Love? You?

BALTAR

NUMBER SIX Of course, Gaius.
(smiles)
Don't you understand? God is love.

She pulls his head to her, gently touches his lips.



NO!!

BALTAR

He pulls back and suddenly she's GONE. As if the encounter never happened.
He stands there, stunned by the enormity of what he's done.



(prelap)

ADAMA
Been busy, haven't you?

INT. RAGNAR STATION - CARGO BAY

Adama is glaring at a massive collection of EQUIPMENT which has been
BUNDLED onto several large PALLETS, each about the size of a small house.
Every imaginable type of equipment is on the pallets, from small computers
to giant conduits stretching 20 feet. Leoben is next to Adama,
with a sheepish look on his face, while Tyrol and his crew are examining
the pallets and trying to catalog what's here and where.

ADAMA
How long's it going to take you to sort this all out, Chief?

TYROL
Couple hours at least, sir. We gotta bring in our own lifters and cranes
-- he's completely fouled up the station loaders.

Tyrol points up toward a pallet still held in mid-air by a giant CRANE
attached to the ceiling.

LEOBEN
They were fouled up when I got here. All this stuff's been abandoned for
years. It's a miracle I got it to work at all.

ADAMA Do what you have to, Chief.

Tyrol goes back to examining the pallets. Adama heads over to the enormous
AIRLOCK DOOR, and Leoben follows him.

LEOBEN
You know, I almost joined the military.



Really.

ADAMA

LEOBEN
Yeah. Failed the entrance exam though. Didn't get much sleep the night
before and my girlfriend had just dumped me so --

ADAMA
(off wall monitor)
That your freighter docked out there?



Yeah.

LEOBEN

ADAMA
Well, you're gonna have to move it because we're gonna have to dock
Galactica here in order to--

Suddenly there's the SOUND of GROANING METAL. Everyone looks up just in
time to see the overhead CRANE suddenly BUCKLE under the weight of the
suspended pallet. Adama grabs Leoben and pulls him out of the way just as
the pallet, crane, and a good portion of the overhead structure comes
CRASHING DOWN and everyone RUNS for their lives...

FADE OUT.



END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR

FADE IN:

INT. RAGNAR STATION - CARGO BAY

Tyrol and his crew are desperately searching through the WRECKAGE now
covering the area where
Adama was only a moment ago. It's chaotic.

CALLY Commander! Commander Adama!

TYROL
Careful there! Don't move the wreckage until we know where he is!



Commander!

CALLY

TYROL
(to Deck Hand)
Get back to the ship. We're going to need hand lifters and--



Wait! Listen!

CALLY

They stop. Faintly, a RINGING can be heard. They look around, finally see
a WALL PHONE. Tyrol rushes over, picks it up.



Tyrol here.

TYROL
(beat, relieved)
Commander! Are you all right? Where are you?

INTERCUT:

INT. RAGNAR STATION - PASSAGEWAY

Adama and Leoben are in a dark passageway just off the Cargo Bay. The way
back in is blocked by WRECKAGE. Leoben is sitting on the floor, holding
his head and looking a little woozy. Adama is using a wall phone.

ADAMA
We're fine, we're fine. We're in a passageway near the airlock. Anyone
hurt?



No, sir.

TYROL

ADAMA Any of the coils damaged?

TYROL
I don't think so, sir. Looks to me like that pallet was holding mostly
computer gear.

ADAMA
Good. We've got wreckage blocking our way back in...

TYROL
I'll get some men and we'll get you out of --

ADAMA
No. Get the coils. That's your priority, Chief. Don't spare a single man
for anything else.
(to Leoben)
You know a way around?

LEOBEN
Uh... yeah. But we'll have to take the ring around to the next spoke, go
down to the central axis, then go back up the spoke to the cargo bay.

ADAMA
(to phone)
Okay, Chief. We'll find our way around.

TYROL
Sir, you sure that's a wise--

ADAMA
You have your orders. Tell Colonel Tigh he's in command until I return.



Yes, sir.

They hang up.

TYROL

END INTERCUT.

Leoben stands, leans against a bulkhead, looks weak.

ADAMA You don't look so good.

LEOBEN
I'm fine... something about this place...



This place?

ADAMA

LEOBEN
Ever since I got here... dizziness... trouble concentrating... think I'm
allergic to something in the air...
And it is at that moment, for reasons we don't yet fully understand, that
Adama suddenly becomes deeply suspicious of Leoben. Adama keeps his cards
close to the vest, tries not to let on that anything has changed, but from
this moment on, he's extremely wary of Leoben. He's trapped in a situation
with a man he no longer trusts, and they have a long way to go before
they'll reach safety.



Shall we...?

ADAMA

Leoben nods and then leads the way down the passageway. We linger just
long enough on
Adama's face to see his expression harden. Then he follows Leoben.

EXT. SPACE - REFINERY SHIP

The Refinery Ship looks like a collection of enormous BALLOONS filled with
LIQUID FUEL, all of which are connected to a small central habitation hub.

VOICE (WIRELESS)
This is the Refinery Vessel Tauranian to any Colonial ship. Anyone out
there? Come on, somebody answer me...

Suddenly Sharon's Raptor JUMPS into the area in the same UNFOLDING EFFECT
seen during
Galactica's earlier Jump.

SHARON (WIRELESS) Taurnanian this is Colonial Raptor 238.

INT. SHARON'S RAPTOR - COCKPIT

Where Sharon is working her controls.



(to mic)

SHARON
I have you in sight.

VOICE (WIRELESS)
Hello, Raptor! Can't tell you what a relief it is to see you!

SHARON
Same here. Tell me you got a full load of Tylium fuel in those big
beautiful tanks.

INT. REFINERY SHIP - CONTROL HUB

The Control hub is shaped like a long, cylinder, studded with LARGE
WINDOWS. The giant billowing FUEL BALLOONS are constantly monitored and
maintained from here -- all via hand- operated valves, pumps, etc. The
Refinery CAPTAIN is on a hand-mic.

REFINERY CAPTAIN
Almost full. We had a bag rupture yesterday and lost a few million
gallons. What the frak is going on? Everything's jammed. We've only been
getting scraps of wireless traffic. Is it true the Cylons have hit Kobol?

Afraid so.
SHARON (WIRELESS)



Bad?

REFINERY CAPTAIN

SHARON (WIRELESS) Worse than you want to know, Tauranian.
(beat)
Listen, is your FTL drive functional?



(somber)

REFINERY CAPTAIN
That's affirmative.

INT. SHARON'S RAPTOR - COCKPIT

Sharon works her controls.

SHARON
Then I'm sending you a set of coordinates to program in. I
want you to follow me to a rendezvous.



Okay.




(beat)

REFINERY CAPTAIN (WIRELESS)
Who else is at the rendezvous?

Beat.

SHARON Everyone who's left.

EXT. SPACE - CIVILIAN SHIPS

A SMALL FLEET is gathering. Colonial vessels of every shape and size, from
freighters to luxury liners are here. Even a few (new) VIPERS are in
evidence, cruising through the area, guarding the fugitive fleet.

The familiar Transport ship is DOCKING with a PASSENGER LINER.

INT. PASSENGER LINER - "SPACE PARK"

The Liner is the space-going equivalent to a contemporary cruise ship,
built for pleasure and recreation. The "Space Park" is a large, sprawling
artificial park complete with grass, trees, softly rolling hills etc.,
beneath a large TRANSPARENT DOME which allows for a glorious view of the
heavens. At the moment, the park is crowded with PASSENGERS, who have
gathered here to be together and provide comfort in numbers. Laura and the
LINER CAPTAIN make their way through the crowd. Billy is right behind
Laura as she goes from person to person trying to comfort people and listen
to their concerns.

LINER CAPTAIN
Most of the passengers are from Geminon or Picon, but we've got people from
all over Kobol.
LAURA
Give Billy a copy of your passenger manifest and a list of your emergency
supplies.

LINER CAPTAIN
What about our power situation? Our batteries are starting to run pretty
low.

LAURA
Captain Apollo will be making an engineering survey of all ships this
afternoon.

BILLY
Actually, the Captain said it'll be more like this evening before he can
coordinate the survey.

LAURA
All right, then, this evening. But we'll get your needs tended to,
Captain. You have my word on it.

Laura moves through the crowd, looking at the numbing shock on the faces.
Most people are shell- shocked, quiet, families holding each other tightly.
The fear in the air is palpable. She addresses the entire group --

LAURA (cont'd)
Don't give up hope. We're all going to get through this. But we have to
believe in each other and trust in each other. If we do that, everything's
going to be all right.

The looks she gets in return are far from reassured. They just stare at
her and Laura hears how hollow her words sound. She tries to muster more
resolve.

LAURA (cont'd)
If you've looked out the dome, you've probably seen the Vipers which have
joined us. They'll help protect us against further attack. We're going to
survive. We're going to make it out of this alive. We're not going to
give up and we're going to make it.

It doesn't get much more of a reaction, but at least she says it with more
conviction and more belief. She walks across the park and pauses where a
little girl -- CAMI (7) -- is sitting alone beneath a
tree, staring up at her. Laura bends down.

LAURA (cont'd) What's your name?

A long pause.



Cami.

CAMI

LAURA Hi, Cami. I'm Laura.
(beat)
Are you all alone?

She nods and Laura looks at question to the Captain.



(sotto)

LINER CAPTAIN
She's here with her grandparents, but the grandmother's having health
problems since the announcement -- don't worry we're taking care of her.

CAMI
My parents are going to meet me at the spaceport. In
Caprica City.

Laura doesn't know what to say to that.



I see...

LAURA

CAMI
We're going to dinner. And I'm having chicken pie. And then we're going
home. And then daddy's going to read to me. And then I'm going to bed.

Laura reaches out, smooths Cami's hair, then stands up and heads for the
exit.

INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - PASSENGER CABIN

Laura sitting in a chair, staring out into middle distance, still thinking
about that little girl. The fatigue, the stress, the enormous
responsibility -- it's all weighing on her like never before. It takes a
moment before she becomes aware of someone, looks up to see Lee and waves
him to a seat.



Captain?

LAURA

LEE
(hands her paper)
Message from Lieutenant Valerii. She's found a fuel refinery ship.
(off her look)
Filled to the brim with Tylium.

LAURA
About time we caught a break. So that'll bring us to what
-- 60 ships so far? Not bad for a few hours work...

LEE
No, sir... but only about 40 of those ships have faster-
than-light capabilities. We should start transferring people off the
sublights and onto the FTL's as soon as possible.



Makes sense.

LAURA
LEE
We should also bring the Vipers aboard the Transport.

LAURA They're our only protection.

LEE
They're mark sevens -- new Vipers -- and from all indications, the Cylons
have a way of just... shutting them down. We should bring them aboard and
conserve them until we know how to protect them.



All right.

LAURA



And...

LEE

Laura looks at him -- there's more?

LEE (cont'd)
I don't think we should stay here much longer, sir. Sharon tells me the
Cylons are starting to send sensor drones throughout the solar system,
looking for survivor ships.

LAURA They're... "mopping up."

LEE Looks that way, sir.

LAURA
Am I right in assuming that there wouldn't be... mopping up unless they'd
finished military operations on Kobol?

LEE
That'd be my assumption as well, sir.

Laura goes very quiet for a moment.

LAURA
You know the Education Ministry conducts the census.

LEE No, I didn't know that.

LAURA
12 billion, 254 million, 197 thousand, 512. At last count.

A long beat as they contemplate that number and the lives it represents.
Then Laura refocuses.

LAURA (cont'd)
Will they be able to track us through a Jump?
LEE No, sir. It's impossible.

LAURA Theoretically impossible.

LEE
(conceding the point) Theoretically.

She stares off again and Lee decides that their conversation must be over.
He gets up and EXITS. Billy, waiting just outside the door, smoothly ENTERS
once he's gone. Laura sits down heavily in a chair, puts her head in her
hands. Billy intuitively takes a seat a short distance away and waits for
the President. Finally, Laura looks up at his youthful face and broaches
the subject she's tried to avoid for too long.



I have cancer.

LAURA



I know.

BILLY
(off her look)
Earlier, you know when you were in the bathroom... you got a message from a
Doctor Westin asking when you wanted to set an appointment. He's one of
the leading oncologists in the world. So I figured...

Laura looks at him, her eyes getting red-rimmed from the physical and
emotional beating of the last two days.



It's malignant.

LAURA

BILLY
I'm sorry. Did they tell you...?

LAURA
My prognosis was... doubtful.

BILLY
I wish there was something I could say...

LAURA
Me too. Wish I could say it's the least of my worries right now... or that
the magnitude of everything else has pushed it aside, but I can't. The
entire world is coming to an end and all I can think about is that I have
cancer and
now I'm probably going to die. How selfish and pathetic is that?

BILLY
I don't think it's selfish. I think it's human.

LAURA
It's not exactly what you want your President worried about right now.

She rubs a hand over her features again and Billy struggles to come up with
something to say...

BILLY
Madame President... you're not alone in--

LAURA
No. No. It's okay. I'm not falling apart. Just cracking every once in a
while.

BILLY Can I get you anything?

LAURA
Coffee. As sweet as you can make it.

Billy heads for the door.

LAURA (cont'd) And Billy? Not a word.

Billy nods and EXITS.

INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - PASSAGEWAY - CONTINUOUS

Billy heads down the Passageway. He stops the Transport Pilot.

BILLY
Not right now. She's in the middle of something.



Okay.

TRANSPORT PILOT

BILLY
Oh. And we're going to need a list of the doctors we've rescued so far and
their specialties.



Sure.

TRANSPORT PILOT

EXT. SPACE - GALACTICA & RAGNAR STATION

Galactica is REDOCKING herself at the second airlock, while Leoben's ship
is floating idly nearby.

INT. RAGNAR STATION - PASSAGEWAY

Adama and Leoben have come to a locked HATCH in the dimly lit passageway.
They both strain to move the locking mechanism.

ADAMA
No go. Thought you knew your way around here.
Leoben sags against the wall. He's getting steadily worse and worse, his
skin growing pale and sallow, sweat streaking his clothes, his eyes getting
red-rimmed.

LEOBEN I thought I did too.

ADAMA
This is the second dead-end you've taken us down.



Sorry.

LEOBEN

ADAMA Well, let's keep going.

Adama waits, makes Leoben start first, then falls into step just a pace or
two behind him.

LEOBEN
Can't help noticing you always keep me in front of you...



Habit.

ADAMA

LEOBEN
Military training, right? Never turn your back on a stranger, that kind of
thing?

ADAMA Something like that.

LEOBEN
Suspicion and distrust. That's how you live your life, right? Never
trusting your fellow man. Sounds like a sad state of affairs to me.

ADAMA I've learned to live with it.

LEOBEN
Amazing what a man will learn to live with isn't it? Suspicion, distrust,
war, hatred, jealousy, revenge, cruelty, sadism -- a man can get used to
anything.

ADAMA
You're a scavenger/philosopher I take it.

They stop at an intersection. Leoben's tone is deteriorating along with
his condition, becoming less conversational, more accusatory.

LEOBEN
Just an observer of human nature. A man in my line of work tends to see
things that don't get mentioned in polite society. You see people at their
worst, their most desperate. Humanity isn't a pretty race when you get
right down to it. We're never more than one step away from beating each
other with clubs like savages fighting over a scrap of meat.
(beat)
You know, we probably deserve what's happened to us. The Cylons might be
God's retribution for our many sins.

Adama considers him for a beat.

ADAMA
Maybe they are. Or maybe they're just a penance we have to endure.
(re: intersection.) We go right here.

Leoben doesn't move, just watches him.

LEOBEN
I think I'd like you to go first this time.

A long, challenging look from Adama tells Leoben that the game is
definitely afoot here. Each man knows the other man is watching the other
carefully. And each man is starting to suspect that only one of them is
walking out of here alive.

Adama holds his eyes a moment longer, then abruptly turns and walks down
the passageway, offering his back to Leoben for the first time. Leoben
watches, then follows.

EXT. SPACE - SHARON'S RAPTOR & REFINERY SHIP

Both ships UNFOLD in the vicinity of the survivor fleet.

SHARON (WIRELESS)
Colonial One/Raptor 238. I'm back and I've brought a friend.

INT. SHARON'S RAPTOR - COCKPIT - OVER SHOULDER CAM

Sharon working the controls of the Raptor.

TRANSPORT PILOT (WIRELESS) Welcome back, Boomer. Got a lot of thirsty
ships here eager to make your friend's acquaintance.

SHARON
Copy that. I'll sure you'll come to love him as much as I
do.

Suddenly an ALARM goes off on Sharon's console. She works the Dradis
display -- there's a BLIP
moving toward them.



Got a visitor!

SHARON (cont'd)

TRANSPORT PILOT (WIRELESS)
We see him. Can you jam his signal?



Trying --

SHARON

EXT. SPACE - CYLON DRONE - CHASE CAMERA POV

The Drone does a quick fly-by of the survivor fleet then FOLDS on itself as
it JUMPS away.

INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - PASSENGER CABIN

An urgent meeting moments later with the Transport Pilot, Laura, Doral, Lee
and Baltar. Billy watches, but doesn't participate in the discussion.

TRANSPORT PILOT
It definitely scanned us before it Jumped.

LEE
We need to go -- now. The Cylons will be here any minute.

DORAL
Madame President, there are still thousands of people on the sublight
ships. We can't just leave them.

TRANSPORT PILOT
I agree. We should use every second to get as many people off the
sublights as we can. We can wait to Jump until we pick up a Cylon strike
force moving in.

LEE
We're easy targets. They're going to Jump into the middle of our ships
with a handful of nukes and wipe us out
before we have a chance to react.

DORAL
We can't just leave them all behind! You'll be sacrificing thousands of
people--



(hard)

LEE
But we'll be saving tens of thousands. I'm sorry to make it a numbers
game, but we're talking about the survival of
our race here. We don't have the luxury of taking risks and hoping for the
best, because if we lose... we lose everything.
(to Laura)
And Madame President, this is the kind of decision that needs to be made
right now.

She meets his eyes, knows he's right -- it's her call.



(to Pilot)

LAURA
Order the fleet to Jump to Ragnar. Immediately.

The Transport Pilot hesitates for a beat, then EXITS to the Cockpit with
Lee. Doral and Baltar head for the passageway, Doral shooting Laura a
glare along the way. Only Billy is left behind. Laura notes him after a
beat.

LAURA (cont'd) Anything you want to say, Billy?



No, sir.
(beat)

BILLY
Yes, sir. That... little girl you saw today? Cami? Her ship can't make
the Jump.

Laura doesn't say anything, just picks up her paperwork and goes back to
work. Billy quietly EXITS
and we stay with Laura, who may have papers in her hand, but certainly
doesn't see them...

TRANSPORT PILOT (V.O.)
This is the Pilot. Passengers please take your seats and stand-by to
Jump...

MULTI-SCREEN:

1 -- INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - PASSENGER CABIN

Laura sitting in the Passenger Cabin, all alone. [This is the dominant
image throughout.]

2 -- INT. PASSENGER LINER

Cami sitting all alone in her bunk.

3 -- INT. REFUGEE SHIP

Crowded refugees in the hold of a ship.

4 -- EXT. SPACE - CIVILIAN SHIPS

Exteriors of the survivor fleet.

5 -- INT. TRANSPORT SHIP - COCKPIT

The Transport Pilot and Lee in the Cockpit going through the checklist.
The pleas from those being left behind crowd the wireless airwaves.

TRANSPORT PILOT Set ESB trajectory...

WIRELESS VOICE #1
Colonial One -- for god's sake, you can't just leave us here!



Set.

LEE
WIRELESS VOICE #2
I've got fifty people onboard!

1 -- Laura can hear every word of the wireless chatter.

5 -- Lee and the Pilot resolutely keep working.



Cycle cryo-fans.

TRANSPORT PILOT

WIRELESS VOICE #3
Colonial One -- we can't just leave these people behind.



Cycled.

LEE

WIRELESS VOICE #1
At least tell us where you're going! We'll follow at sublight! Please!

The Transport Pilot hesitates, reaches out for the wireless mic, but Lee
stops him.

LEE
No. If they're captured, then the Cylons know too.

WIRELESS VOICE #3
Can't believe you really want us to do this.

The Transport Pilot doesn't fight it -- knows he's right.



(works)

TRANSPORT PILOT
Spinning up FTL drive now.

WIRELESS VOICE #1
This is insane! You're killing us! You're killing us!



(to mic)

LEE
All ships prepare to Jump on our mark. Five...

WIRELESS VOICE #2
Show some humanity for God's sake! Tell us where to go!

3 -- The people in the Space Park are unaware of what's happening.



Four...

LEE

WIRELESS VOICE #3
May the Lords of Kobol protect those we leave behind...

Add new split:
6 -- EXT. SPACE - CYLON FIGHTERS

CYLON FIGHTERS UNFOLD and head in toward the survivor fleet.

5 -- Lee never wavers.



Three...

LEE

WIRELESS VOICE #1
Oh my God... our Dradis is picking up inbound targets heading this way!

1 -- Laura takes an involuntary intake of breath.



Two...

LEE

WIRELESS VOICE #2
I see them! Are they Colonials?

2 -- Cami all alone under the tree rocking back and forth.

5 -- They're about to Jump.



One...

LEE



They're Cylon.

WIRELESS VOICE #1



Mark.

LEE

WIRELESS VOICE #2
I hope you people rot in hell for this...

4 -- The FTL-capable ships JUMP, leaving behind about a quarter of the
survivors.

COLLAPSE SCREENS TO:

1 -- Laura's face, knowing what is about to happen.

6 -- The Cylon fighters LAUNCHING their NUKES toward the remaining ships.

2 -- Cami rocking back and forth.

WHITE OUT.



END OF ACT FOUR
ACT FIVE
FADE IN:

INT. RAGNAR STATION - CARGO BAY/AIRLOCK/GALACTICA

Tigh has come down to get a first-hand report on the progress being made by
Tyrol and his crew. The wreckage in the bay has been moved aside for the
most part, and the precious weapon COILS are carefully being loaded onto
LIFTERS, and then trundled into Galactica herself, which is now DOCKED just
outside the large airlock doors.

TYROL
... I'd say we're looking at three hours minimum before we have all four
coils in place and ready to charge.

TIGH
All right. Keep me informed...

He starts to turn away, but Tyrol stops him.



Sir...?

TYROL

Tyrol hesitates, but Tigh's a bit on edge with everything that's happening.
His impatience gets the better of him.

TIGH
What is it, Chief? Let's go.



(quiet)

TYROL
Well, sir... I talked to Cally and Socinus. They had the fire contained.
It wasn't going to reach the hangar deck or the fuel lines. You didn't
have to vent the compartment.
(beat)
Just thought you should know, sir.

Tyrol holds his eyes for a beat, then heads across the bay. Tigh stands
there in shock. Suddenly there's the ACTION STATIONS KLAXON from
Galactica. Tigh bolts for a DECKHAND, who's holding a PHONE HANDSET with a
long CORD which has been strung in through the airlock.

TIGH
(grabs handset) Combat, this is Tigh!

GAETA (PHONE)
We have multiple contacts coming down through the storm, approaching the
anchorage.

Tigh whirls the Deckhand around and starts propelling him back through the
airlock into the Galactica passageway, Tyrol and his crew hot on his heels
as everyone races to their action stations.

TIGH
(urgent, still on the phone)
Cut us loose from the station. Launch the alert fighters. Set condition
one throughout the ship, prepare for--

GAETA (PHONE)
Wait-wait! Getting Colonial signals now!

Tigh slows his run to a walk.

TIGH
Confirm that! Don't just accept a friendly ID.

A long, agonizing pause.

GAETA (PHONE) Confirmed, sir! Incoming ships are friendly.

Tigh stops, vastly relieved.

TIGH Secure from action stations.

GAETA (PHONE)
The lead ship is requesting permission to come alongside. They say... they
say they have the President of the Colonies board.

Which is the last thing Tigh wants to deal with right now. But no way to
avoid it.

TIGH
Grant the request. Tell... tell that woman that I'll see her in the
Wardroom.

INT. GALACTICA - WARDROOM

Moments later, Tigh is looking at Laura Roslin with astonishment while Lee
Adama looks on.

TIGH You can't be serious.

LAURA
I'm not big on jokes today, Colonel.

TIGH
We're in the middle of rearming and repairing this ship. We can't afford to
pull a single man off the line to start caring for refugees.

LAURA
I've got thousands of people out there. Some of them are hurt. Your
priority has to be--

TIGH
My priority is preparing this ship for combat. In case you haven't heard,
there's a war on.
Laura looks in him with astonishment, like he's from another world. And in
a way he is.

LAURA
Colonel, the war's over. And we lost.

TIGH We'll see about that.

LAURA
Okay. Well. Then, as President of the Colonies I'm giving you a direct
order to provide men and equipment to--

TIGH
You don't give orders on this ship.

Tigh heads for the door, but Lee stops him.

LEE Hold on, Colonel.
(beat)
At least give us a couple of disaster pods.



"Us?"

TIGH

Lee ignores the implied reproach, pushes on.

LEE
Sir, we have fifty thousand people out there. Fifty thousand. We have
sick, we have wounded...
(beat)
Two disaster pods, Colonel. You can do that.

A long time before Tigh answers.

TIGH
Because you're the Old Man's son and because he's gonna be damned happy
you're alive... Okay. Two pods.
(to Laura)
But no personnel. You get them yourselves, you distribute them yourselves,
and you're all off the ship before we Jump back.
(to Lee)
You report to the flight deck. You're senior pilot now, Captain.

Tigh EXITS.

MULTI-SCREEN:

1 -- INT. GALACTICA - REPAIR BAY

Kara is underneath her damaged Viper, working with a tool kit to repair one
of the fuel lines, while other Deck Hands swarm over the fighter, repairing
other damaged systems.
2 -- INT. RAGNAR STATION - CARGO BAY

Tyrol is supervising Cally, Socinus and the rest of the Deck Hands as they
load the last weapon coil onto a pallet.

3 -- INT. GALACTICA - PASSAGEWAY

Billy and Baltar are walking through the maze of Galactica's passageways.
Billy is leading the way, but isn't so sure of his directions.

4 -- INT. GALACTICA - HANGAR BAY - MUSEUM/MORGUE

Dualla is in the morgue, standing over the dead and badly burned body of
Prosna.

1 -- Kara rolls out from beneath the wing, grabs a half-eaten sandwich
with grubby hands and tears off a bite -- then freezes at the sight of Lee
Adama walking into the Bay. He smiles at her.



Hi.

LEE

2 -- Tyrol looks up and sees Sharon Valerii standing in the airlock.

3 -- Billy stops, is suddenly unsure of his sense of direction.

BILLY Wait... I think we passed it.

4 -- Dualla puts a hand on her dead friend's arm, then ZIPS up the body
bag.

1 -- Kara stares at Lee as if she were seeing a ghost. And if we doubted
that there's something here between these two, it's dispelled when we see
the look in Kara's eyes.

2 -- Tyrol doesn't even try to restrain himself, he strides right to her
and sweeps her into his arms and into a long, passionate embrace.

Cally and Socinus trade a look, then just keep working, studiously avoiding
looking at or intruding on the private reunion of the two forbidden lovers.

3 -- Billy and Baltar trying to find their way.

4 -- Dualla heads out of the morgue, past body after body...

1 -- Kara stands up as Lee approaches.



I thought...

KARA

LEE No. Not yet anyway.

She grins and they smack forearms in a jock-bonding gesture.

2 -- Tyrol and Sharon finally pull back for a beat and then Sharon smiles
at him.
SHARON
There's someone I want you to meet...

And only then do we reveal Boxey standing behind her, looking up at them.

SHARON (cont'd)
New crewmember. And he's going to need some quarters.

TYROL Think we can handle that.

1 -- Lee and Kara are back to business. Professionals.

LEE How go the repairs?

Kara takes a another bite of her sandwich.

KARA
On track. Another hour and she'll be ready to launch.
(beat)
I guess you're the CAG now.

LEE That's what they tell me.

KARA
Good. Last thing I want. I'm not a big enough asshole for the job.

LEE
I'll be in the squadron ready room.

He heads for the door.



Hey.

KARA

(he stops)
Your father... he probably thinks...



I'll let him know.

Lee EXITS.

LEE

3 & 4 -- Baltar and Billy are still lost, when they nearly run into Dualla
coming down the
Passageway. Dualla and Billy share a look of surprise. Billy recovers
first.

BILLY
D. Hi. Uh... kinda lost. Again. We're trying to reach
CIC. Could you --
Dualla suddenly KISSES him. Deeply. Baltar just watches in surprise.
Finally Dualla breaks the kiss. Steps back.



This way.

DUALLA

She heads off down the passageway. It takes a beat, but Billy does recover
and he and Baltar follow her.

COLLAPSE SCREENS TO:

EXT. SPACE - RAGNAR STATION - SPOKE & HUB

Emphasizing the point where one of the long "spokes" connects to the
central hub or "axel."

INT. RAGNAR STATION - SPOKE PASSAGEWAY

The tension level between the two men has steadily increased, and Leoben is
definitely having trouble keeping pace with Adama, who seems curiously
detached about the ailing man's condition as they make their way through
the narrow passageway. Leoben is getting more and more agitated.

LEOBEN
Hubris. That's Man's greatest flaw. His belief that he and he alone is
chosen of God. That only Man has a soul.

ADAMA
(looks ahead)
There's the central hub. We're almost there.

LEOBEN
But what if God decided he'd made a mistake? What if he decided that Man
was a flawed and imperfect creature? What if he decided to give souls to
another creature?
(beat) Like the Cylons.

ADAMA Somehow, I doubt that.

LEOBEN
Why? Because they're different than us? Because they're the outsiders.

ADAMA
Because God didn't create the Cylons. We did. And I'm pretty sure we
didn't include a soul in their programming.

LEOBEN
But what if they do now? What if they've changed in the last four decades?
Adama stops at the CENTRAL HUB. Because the Spoke and the Hub meet at
right angles, the floors are PERPENDICULAR to one another and the two men
will have to transition from walking from what looks like the "floor" to
what looks like the "wall." They're both experienced space travellers and
this is nothing unusual to them, but to us it should be strangely
disorienting.

ADAMA Changed into what?

LEOBEN
People. What if they've developed a culture, a society, an entire way of
life?

ADAMA
You mean what if they're imitating a culture, a society, a way of life. In
the end, they're still just devices. Things. Pieces of technology that've
gotten out of control. They're not people.

LEOBEN
You're not even interested knowing the truth are you?

Adama turns on Leoben, faces him squarely as he lets some of his own deep
anger bubble to the surface for the first time.

ADAMA
Let me tell you something. After today -- after using nuclear weapons
against defenseless civilians, after murdering people by the millions -- I
don't give a damn who the Cylons are now or what the "truth" is about their
souls. All I know is that they're murderers and killers and they're trying
to destroy us.
(beat)
So today's gonna be the first day of a new war. And this time we're going
to finish the job. No armistice, no peace treaty, no mercy. This time we
track them down and kill them. All of them. Until there's not one single
Cylon left alive in the universe. And if God has a problem with that, he
can sort it out on Judgement Day.

A quiet beat as Leoben slowly nods.

LEOBEN
And that's why God wants the Cylons to destroy mankind. Because as long as
there's a human race, there's going to be a man out there like you. I
don't think the Cylons hate you, Adama... I think they fear you...

Leoben's body is suddenly wracked with spasms and he doubles over in a
violent, hacking cough. Adama watches him dispassionately, carefully.

ADAMA
If you're going to puke, try to keep it on this side of the gravity shift.
Leoben tries to control one trembling hand, fails. He's reaching the end
and he knows it. His tone grows darker.

LEOBEN What is it about this place?

ADAMA What do you mean?

LEOBEN
You know what I mean. What's it doing to me?

ADAMA
I thought it was your allergies.

Adama casually stands next to the TRANSITIONAL SPACE between the spoke and
the hub. (The Transitional Space is defined by a LIGHT BORDER running
around the passage intersection. Once a person ENTERS this small area, he
is WEIGHTLESS and FLOATING until he reorients his body to the hub's
gravitational direction, then gently puts his feet through the light
"border" into the Hub side, the Hub's gravity grabs his feet and he is
PULLED down to the floor of the Hub.)

Leoben glares at him, his breath growing more ragged.

LEOBEN I don't have allergies.

So we're putting our cards on the table...

ADAMA Never thought you did.

LEOBEN
So what is it about this... station, eh? Why is it in the middle of the
largest planetary storm in the solar system. Why'd you put a fleet
anchorage here?



You tell me.

ADAMA

LEOBEN
The storm. It's the storm isn't it? It puts out... something. Something
you "discovered" has an affect on Cylon technology?
(beat)
That's it, isn't it? This is a refuge. A last ditch place to hide in case
of Cylon attack. Right?
(beat)
It won't be enough, Adama. I've been here for hours.
Once they find you, it won't take them that long to destroy you. They'll
be in and out before they even get a headache.

ADAMA
Maybe. But you won't be around to find out. The silica chips in your
brain -- or whatever you call that thing that lets you pretend to think --
they're decomposing even as we speak. You'll be dead in a few minutes.
How does that feel? If you can feel.

Leoben laughs -- the laugh turns into a cough.

LEOBEN
Oh, I can feel, Adama. I feel more than you'll ever conceive. But I won't
die. When this body fails, my consciousness will just be transferred to
another one. And when that happens, I think I'll tell the rest of my people
exactly where you are... and then I think they'll come here... and I think
they'll kill all of you... and I think I'll be there watching it happen.

ADAMA
You know what I think? I think if you could transfer out of here, you
would've done it long before now. I think the storm's radiation is bloc
king your connection. So I don't think you're going anywhere. I think
you're trapped in that body.
(beat)
I think you're doing to die here. And I think I'm going to enjoy that.

LEOBEN
It won't matter. Sooner or later... the day comes when you can't hide from
what you've done anymore.

Adama stares at him -- how the hell did know that phrase? Then suddenly,
Leoben LEAPS right at
Adama, with a BLURRED SPEED that we never suspected he was capable of until
now.

-- But Adama is just a split second ahead of him -- he throws himself BACK
THROUGH the Transitional Space. His body does a 360' through the
weightless environment, then he lands on his FEET in the Hub.

-- Leoben, instead of crashing into Adama, finds himself hitting empty air
and falling into the
WEIGHTLESS space. His momentum shot, he floats for a moment.

-- Adama whirls around, hits a switch on the Bulkhead. EMERGENCY DOORS
slam into place on either side of the Transitional Space, threatening to
trap Leoben in between.

-- But Leoben is unbelievably FAST. He hurtles out and into the Hub in a
BLUR, but crashes into the floor head first.

-- Adama pulls a PRYING BAR out of an emergency locker on the bulkhead and
SWINGS it at
Leoben's head -- connecting with a sickening CRUNCH.

-- It's a short, brutal fight, with Leoben's superior strength and agility
hamstrung by his weakened condition. But even so, Adama barely can hold
his own against the Cylon. Adama SMASHES the rod into Leoben's head over
and over again, with a force and ferocity that would've killed a human
being instantly, but Leoben goes down slowly, hanging on until finally he
collapses on the floor, dead.

Adama sags against the bulkhead, exhausted and bruised. He looks down in
surprise -- what looks like HUMAN BLOOD is FLOWING from Leoben's skull.

He's shocked. Reaches down, touches the blood -- smells it. Could he have
a made a horrible mistake? He stares down at the blood pooling around his
feet.

INT. GALACTICA - COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER

Gaeta and Baltar are at the Navigational station. Gaeta punches up some
information on one of the consoles.

GAETA
So lemme get this straight -- the Cylons found a way to use your navigation
program to disable our ships?

BALTAR
Essentially, yes. I think they're using the CNP to infect your ships with
some kind of computer virus, which makes them suseptible to Cylon commands.

Gaeta points to the complicated text on screen.

GAETA
Well, you can