All language subtitles for Battlestar.Galactica.2003.S01E07

Male narrator: Previously
on Battlestar Galactica.

Ignoring me won't help.

No, I've decided you're an
expression of my subconscious mind

playing itself out
in my waking states.

So, I'm only in your head?

Of course if you're not
really here, neither am I.

Do you have any idea what they
would do to me if they find out?

They'd probably
charge you with treason.

Treason is punishable
by the death penalty.

Come on, Sharon. Where are you?

Where are you, Sharon?

Helol

boomer: We gotta go. Right now.

Baltar: I don't see
the hand of god in here.

Could I be looking
in the wrong place?

Let me see. Proteins? Yes.

Hemoglobin? Yes.

Divine digits?

Sorry. I'm sure
I can find evidence

of his divine hand in some of
these delightful little samples.

After all, there are
so frakking many...

I'm sure even I can be relied
upon to find god in one of them.

What is it that drives
you to blasphemy, Gaius?

A need to tempt fate?

Boredom, actually.

Indeed, every
waking hour is spent

in what some might say, has
become my own personal religion.

The church of
the mystic cylon detector.

Are you finished?

If you would give
yourself over to god's will

you'd find peace in
his love like I have.

Could you help me
with this zipper?

I'm having a bit of trouble.

He has a plan for us.

How do you know it's a he?

There is only one true god.

Really?

You running a glitch in
the program or something?

'Cause you say the same
thing over and over again.

Now, I've accepted
your god and all that.

Can't we reboot the hard drive?

He's not my god. He is god.

Yeah, your god, my
god, everyone's god.

He's big enough for all of
us, isn't he? Now, please.

Please, honey.

Can't we do something
a little more elevating?

It's important you form a
personal relationship with god.

Only you can give yourself
over to his eternal love.

For god's sake!

Baltar: I can't
take this anymore!

I'm trying to save
your immortal soul.

What you are doing,
darling, is boring me

to death with your
superstitious drivel.

Your metaphysical nonsense,

which, to be fair, actually appeals
to the half-educated dullards

that make up most of human
society, but which, I hasten to add,

no rational, intelligent, free-thinking
human being truly believes.

Which leads me to the
inescapable conclusion

that Cylons are, in the final...

That Cylons are, in the final
analysis, little more than toasters

with great-looking legs.

It's my fantasy. See if I care.

I'll dream up someone new maybe,

a brunette maybe.

Maybe we can dispense
with the foreplay.

Get right down to...

What did you say?

That was nothing.

I was just talking to myself.

I talk to myself.

Hang me.

The commander would like
to see you in the cic, doctor.

There you are. Very nice.

That blouse could open up
a button or two. Excuse me?

You wanted to see me, commander?

Adama: Miss Godfrey has brought some very
disturbing accusations to my attention.

I think you should have the
chance to answer them in person.

Right. Thank you.

And she is?

She's standing right there.

I'm right here.

Yeah, of course you are.

Doctor, this is miss Godfrey.

All of you can see her?
You can all see her!

She's standing
right next to you.

Something wrong? No.

Don't make me angry, Gaius.

I'd say you have
a serious problem.

Get down.

Yes, maybe I...

You'll have to forgive
me, miss Godfrey.

I'm very pleased, if slightly
puzzled, to make your acquaintance.

Don't touch me, you traitor.

Is she talking to me?
You talking to me?

You're the one who let the
Cylons into the defense mainframe.

You betrayed your entire race.

You're the man
responsible for the holocaust

and I'm here to see
that you're exposed

and sentenced to death
as the traitor you really are.

Doctor, miss Godfrey has
made some startling accusations.

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

I'm not surprised
you don't remember me.

I was just a lowly systems
analyst at the defense ministry.

Dr. Amarak was my associate.

She says you sold
out the human race.

That you let the Cylons
into our defense plans.

Dr. Amarak told me
he had evidence

that Dr. Baltar was
involved in the sneak attack.

He was trying to reach the
president and give her that information

when he was killed.
He told you that, did he?

Yes, as a matter of fact. It's
a pity he's no longer with us.

How convenient that we
only have your word for that.

There's also this. Yeah,
what the frak's that?

Godfrey: He gave me this
for safekeeping.

It's ID coded.

Colonial defense ministry.

Dr. Amarak gave the disk
to me before he died.

What, as opposed to
after he died?

Godfrey: Amarak gave
the disk to me for safekeeping.

On the disk is a photo.

It was captured from
the security camera

in the defense
mainframe on Caprica.

It shows the doctor
entering the mainframe

without permission
the day before the attack.

Baltar: Nothing
criminal about that.

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

Sorry, he's what?

I definitely never did that.

Just before the cylon attack,
the entire defense mainframe

was destroyed by this device.

Honestly, that is not me. I
wasn't there. It's somebody else.

Look, it's not me. I'm not
the man in the photograph.

Adama: I see a man.
Same height, same build,

but that's a long way
from proof, miss Godfrey.

Thank you, commander. Now, if
we're quite done with this charade, I'm...

I agree, commander,
but look here.

In the faceplate of
the computer terminal,

there's a reflection
of the man's face.

Tigh: You can't tell anything from
that. Baltar: Thank you, colonel.

With the right equipment, the image
could be enlarged and sharpened.

We could see his face.

Enlarging the image is no
problem, but sharpening it...

Take forever. It'd
take at least a day, sir.

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

Sir.

I'm going to suspend all
work on the cylon detector...

What?

As well as your
security privileges.

Cally: Starbuck's notes on
the cylon raider are a mess.

She said "the engine power-up
sequence began by squeezing something

"that looks like a red ligament

"with blue veins
on the right side

"coming out of
a sack of gooey fluid

"shaped like a dog."

Are you kidding me?

This whole thing
is a bunch of veins

and ligaments and sacks of goo.

Cally: "Squeeze the
ligament with your hand

"while you slide your weight

"on your left hip
into the lymphatic sack."

Tyrol: That's just stupid.

Afternoon, sir.

Specialist.

Yeah. Chief's inside?

Tigh: Chief. God! Yes, sir?

How's it coming in there?

I'm getting there, sir.

I haven't quite figured out all
the tricks, but I'm getting there.

Apollo: Come on,
Starbuck, you can do it.

That smarts.

That smarts, but I don't care.

You don't care.

I don't care, because your
pain is my entertainment.

Your crutches of death,
sir. Use them wisely.

Shut up.

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

Thanks, doc.

No pain, no gain.

No cliche left unturned

as Kara thrace returns
to the world of the walking.

Can she do it or will
she fall on her ass?

I swear to the gods, I'm gonna
beat the crap out of both of you

as soon as I get better.

No, I can't. Apollo:
Yes, you can. You did it.

I can't.

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

Frak off!

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

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

Sorry, we're weaning you off
the magic pills starting today.

And, besides, I
need them for myself.

You son of a bitch.

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

Thank you, madam president.

I can't tell you
how much that means to me.

Look, I was wondering,
is there any chance

that while this
investigation is going on,

I could come back
to the colonial one

because I've left
some of my things there.

No, I'm sorry, doctor.

You have been put on
a "no fly" list. Security.

Madam president, I
need to get off Galactica.

I need to get away from this
Shelly Godfrey woman in particular.

She's got it in for me.

Where are you?

Madam president,
I have reason to believe

That she may be a cylon.

Madam president?

Madam president?

Bal ta r.“ Hello?

Get on the wireless.
Get doc Cottle over here now.

The president has collapsed.

Hello?

Eick: Is she alive?
Yes, the president is alive.

I told you, she's
conscious, she's resting.

She's receiving treatment.
What kind of treatment?

Asked and answered.
We think it's a stomach flu.

What kind of treatment?

How many of these
did you take, young lady?

One?

Two?

Two.

Three.

Three times the dosage.

Must work three times
as fast then, right?

Everybody wants to
be their own doctor,

you are lucky you
didn't lapse into a coma.

You can't cure cancer
by overdose.

Story's all over the fleet.
I'm so sorry. It's okay.

It seemed like an emergency.

I didn't think that anyone might
be picking up the transmission.

We're all new at this.
It's okay.

The thing to do now
is to get me on my feet

and in front of the press
before the end of the day.

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

Just do it.

The time is going to come
when you are not able to

hide what you're going through.

It's not that kind of a shot.

Thank you.

Baltar's correct about
the convenience of it all.

Amarak just happens to bring you

the key piece of evidence
just before he dies.

Something was going on.

He was almost paranoid.

Kept saying that
the olympic carrier

had been infiltrated
by the Cylons.

He wanted me to take some
things off the ship for safekeeping.

Why'd he give it to you?

We were friends.

Fhends?

I loved him.
I loved him very much.

There are times when
I just feel so alone now.

Times when I just want
so much to be held again.

You understand that, don't you?

Of course.

There must be times
when you feel alone.

And the thought of
another body next to yours

seems like
something out of dream.

Do not, under any circumstances,

allow Shelly Godfrey
to leave this ship.

Adama: Put her under
surveillance, discreetly.

I want to know everybody she's
talked to, and everywhere she's been.

Helo: Come on, Sharon! Get up.

Excuse me.

Lieutenant? Is that you?

Doctor?

Isn't this a coincidence?

So, how are you doing?

You're busy. Yes, I know.

I don't mean to distract you.

Please, don't let
me interrupt you.

Yup. You still there?

I know this is an awkward time.

But it occurs to me
I haven't told you

how invaluable your
assistance has been to me over

the past few weeks.

Thank you, doctor.

You have no idea how
much that means to me.

Not at all.

So how's it going over there?

In the lab, that is.

I'm talking about
the photograph.

Right. It's coming along

quite quickly, actually.

A few more hours to go.

Has it ever occurred to you
that the photograph,

the disk itself could be a fake?

I've already
authenticated the disk.

Obviously, you're quite good.

But there are many ways
around security.

If I could join you
in the lab for just

two minutes of your time,
I could show you.

I really don't think
that's possible.

Listen to me, nobody
would need to know.

It would just be you and me.

I know.

For god's sake,
my life is on the line.

My reputation is at stake.

So is mine, doctor. I really...

Someone's coming.

Wait, gaeta! You forgot
to wash your hands!

What the hell... I want
answers, and I want them now!

I'm not interested in playing
anymore of your stupid games!

Have you lost your mind?

That's an interesting question,

one I pose to myself
on a regular basis.

Now tell me. Who's
really in the photograph?

You are!

I didn't plant
any bomb, anywhere,

at any time, and you know that.

I don't know
anything of this sort.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

All right. Let's entertain
the notion, just for a moment,

that you are not the woman
that I see everywhere.

You are not
Shelly Godfrey, either.

You're a fake.
You're just a copy.

Another cylon copy.

Get out.

Struck a nerve, have I?

Which I find rather
impossible to believe!

You think this is over?
This is not over!

You have not heard the
last. No more Mr. Nice Gaius!

Women.

Tyrol: Stupid. Unbelievable.

Frak it!

Boomer: Not a good time?

No, it's fine.

Guess you're having problems?

I just can't get
this thing to work.

I've been over it and
over it, and nothing.

I have no idea how Starbuck
got this thing to move.

Much less fly.

It's not really
a thing, you know.

It's probably a cylon itself.

More of an animal maybe,
than the human models.

Maybe they genetically
design it to perform a task.

To be a fighter.

Can't treat it like a thing
and expect it to respond.

You have to treat it like a pet.

At least that's my guess.

Your guess?

Yeah, that's right. My guess.

Something else you want to say?

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

You heard wrong.

I figured you wouldn't
bounce back so fast.

Is there something you
wanted, or did you just

drop by to torment me, sir?

Yeah. The chief wanted
me to kick your ass outofbed

so you could help figure
out that raider of yours.

But, clearly,
you still need the rest.

Take your time. No rush.

Do you actually think that
reverse psychology crap

is going to work on me?

I really don't care
what you think, lieutenant.

All I know is that every
day you spend in that bed

is another day that I have my
opinion of you confirmed. As you were.

And I am convinced, in
fact, that she is a cylon agent.

In my opinion,
she should be locked up

before she can do
anymore damage.

Where are you?

You're having a little fun, eh?

Do you enjoy messing
around with my life?

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

Work on the cylon detector
is nearly complete.

With a few tweaks
here and there,

I'll have a test regime
up and running.

All I need is a tissue sample
from this woman for analysis.

I thought we had something.

Something special.

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

All right.

But under instruction,
I can surely

tell gaeta how to
prepare the samples.

It's not difficult.

Let me be frank
with you, doctor.

If your picture is
on that photograph,

every piece of equipment
in your laboratory

will be dismantled
and quarantined.

And every person
that you have met

will be questioned
and investigated.

Baltar: I love you.
There, I've said it.

Isn't that what you've
been dying to hear?

I am willing to make that
commitment to you right now.

The president believes
I'm innocent.

The president
hopes you're innocent.

And so do I.

Because if you're not, then
you've made fools of both of us.

And I don't like to
be made a fool of.

And I don't like to be
accused of participating

in the genocide of the human
race based solely on the word

of a woman whom I
have already indicated

to you may well be
a cylon agent.

I'm willing to do
anything. Anything at all.

I need your help.

I did not conspire
with the Cylons.

I am an innocent man

who is being convicted in the
court of public opinion without trial.

Woman: Traitor.

Female announcer: Fire. All
hands report to damage control stations.

We got a fire! Let's
go. Clear the doors!

Frak!

No fires reported anywhere
on the ship, commander.

Tigh: The exact
location of the alarm.

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

That's the lab.

Erase.

Tigh: Put it down!

Put it down.

Unit 1: All right, move in.

Adama: Take him to the
brig. Unit 1: Yes, commander.

I would like to
speak to my attorney.

Can't I speak to my attorney?

I need some representation,
it's not what it looks like.

She's got it in for me,
that Shelly Godfrey!

Starbuck: Shut up. All of you.

Not one single word
from any of you, okay?

What seems to be the problem?

Your new boyfriend's
a bit of a jerk, sir.

Starbuck: It's a girl.

If you don't mind her goo on
your face, she's all yours, sir.

Okay. He likes the warm light.

Makes the touch easier, right?

Maybe, okay.

This is stupid.

This is stupid.

It's worth a try, sir.
It did fly for you once.

Hasn't made so
much as a grunt since.

Tyrol: Maybe, I don't
know, take it for a ride.

Ride it. Treat it like a horse.

Okay, a horse.

Why not a goat?
That's good, right?

Think of it as a goat.
Okay. Whatever.

Come on, boy. Giddyup!

Okay, you're kidding. Chief?

Tyrol: Don't shoot anything.

Roslin: Doctor.

Madam president.

I am so sorry.

Thank you.

You are here to free me, right?

To bring this travesty
to a close

because you know I'm innocent.

Just tell me, so I understand,

because I want
to understand why.

Why you did it.

I didn't do it. It wasn't me.

I'm being framed!

Why would she do that?

Because she's a cylon.

She's a cylon.

You are going to
have to believe me.

I want to believe you.

I want to believe
that I haven't made

such a profound error
in judgment

in trusting you

and asking your advice.

But here's where we are, doctor.

If anyone can be a cylon,
and it's hard to tell us apart,

then we only have
one thing left to trust,

our instincts, feehngs.

And the moment they told
me it was your face in the photo

I knew I believed it.

I believe you're involved
in the attack.

Somehow.

I feel it.

You'll forgive me,
madam president,

if I don't wish to be executed

based solely on
your gut feeling.

May the gods have
mercy on your soul.

Helo: Call it.

Heads.

Heads. You win.
You sleep. Iwatch.

No. You're the one
who needs sleep.

I couldn't sleep
if I had to listen

to tyrol read the flight manual.

Okay.

Truth is if something
happened to you

I wouldn't know
how to deal with it.

I feel the same way.

Back on the ship

I knew what was going on.

I mean, between
you and the chief.

I think everybody did.

And I respected it.
Your feelings, his.

But I would've given
anything to be him.

I'm not trying to put
you on the spot here.

I don't want to step
in what you two have.

You feel the way you feel
and I have to respect it.

No. It's not true.

I know that we haven't
spoken before.

And I don't wish to offend.

Please.

Dear god,

And I now acknowledge
that you are the one true god.

Deliver me from this evil

And I will devote the rest of
what is left of my wretched life

to doing good.

I don't know what to...

To carry out your divine
will, is what I want to do.

To carry out your divine will.

Grant me grace and forgiveness.

I'm here now. I'm here.

All will be well.

It will be as
god wants it to be.

Gaeta: Open the door.

Wait. I haven't
even had a trial yet.

No! Wait! It's a lie!

Doctor, it's all right.
It's a lie!

The photograph was a fake. What?

It was almost seamless,
but your face,

the man, the reflection,
it was all a fake.

But of course it was a fake.
I'd never wear a shirt like that.

How did you...

Iwent back, I re-ran
all the security checks.

This time I found markers which
pointed to photo manipulation.

They weren't apparent until
the photo was fully resolved.

You re-ran the security checks?

Thank you.

I just knew that

you could never have
anything to do with that attack.

You're not that kind of man.

It was really nothing. Once
the photos were fully resolved,

it was almost too easy, like
she wanted to be found out.

How did she get off
of the ship? Got me.

There's been no ships coming
or going. I gave you an order.

I had two marines tailing her.

They say they went around
a corner and she was gone.

Every ship in the fleet
has reported in, sir.

There's no sign of her.

That's unacceptable. She
was here. She was right here.

This woman existed.
She didn't just vanish.

Have them check again.

Every ship? Every
ship, including this one.

She didn't just vanish.

Roslin: That he had been a
victim of treachery and deceit.

Clearly, the Cylons
wanted to discredit Dr. Baltar

because of his work
on the cylon detector.

Dr. Baltar, it gives
me great pleasure

to exonerate you publicly

and to recognize you,
once again, among us,

as a scientist,
aleaden and a friend.

No. 6: You're a hero.

You're even more popular
and powerful than ever before.

You've had your trial by fire,

so now they truly
believe in you.

Hard for anyone to
accuse you of treason again.

Was that the plan all along?

Build me up in the public
mind by first tearing me down?

Right.

Who am I to question
the plans of almighty god?

Just one, small,
practical question.

Shelly? Shelly Godfrey?

Was there ever a woman
really called Shelly Godfrey?

Did she ever actually exist?
Was she ever really here?

God's will be done.