All language subtitles for Battlestar.Galactica.2003.S01E01 EN

Male narrator: Previously on
Battlestar Galactica.

Now you're telling
you're a machine.

The robot.

You knew I wanted access
to the defense mainframe.

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

Get down.

Adama: Moments ago,
this ship received word

of a cylon attack against
our home worlds is underway.

As of this moment,
we are at war.

All right, we can
take three more people.

Giving up my seat.

I've decided you're an expression
of my subconscious mind

playing itself out
during my waking states.

So I'm only in your head?

There maybe cylon agents
living among us.

Some may not even know
they're Cylons at all.

They could be sleeper agents

programed to perfectly impersonate
human beings until activation.

And one minute to Mark.

God has a plan for you, Gaius. He
has a plan for everything and everyone.

Gaius? Are you
even listening to me?

Man on pa: Passengers,
30 seconds to Mark.

Roslin: Planet. Men. Women. Age.

You know what? Do this after
the jump. It's all right. Go ahead.

You have to
believe in something.

Ibehevein a world that I
can and do understand.

A rational universe explained
through rational means.

I love you. That's not rational.

I know.

No, but you're not rational.

You're also not really here.

Neither am I.

Pilot: Madam president,
ladies and gentlemen,

our 33 minutes are
almost up once again.

Please prepare for our
faster-than-light jump. Thank you.

Cutting it a little close
this time, aren't we, Billy?

Photsays they've had to
reboot the ftl computer again.

Cally: Why do the Cylons
come every 33 minutes?

Why isn't it 34, 35...

Tyrol: Cally. What?

Shut up.

15 seconds.

Sir, jump 237 underway.
53 ships havejumped.

10 still reporting trouble
with their ftl drives,

including colonial one.

We're getting slower.

Maybe this time.

Gaeta: Dradis contact.

It's the Cylons.

Damn it.

Not this time, maybe the next.

I got another idea
for the next cycle.

Pilot: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm
afraid the Cylons have appeared again.

However, our ftl drive is now
working and we will jump momentarily.

Five days now.

There are limits

to the human body,
the human mind.

Tolerances that
you can't push beyond.

Those are facts,

provable facts.

Everyone has their limit.

All right, you know the drill,
people. Scatter formation.

Apollo: Keep them off the civies
and don't stray beyond the recovery line.

Watch the ammo hoists for the main
guns. You've got a red light right there.

We have a hit on the starboard
bow. Away the damage control parties.

Basestar is launching raiders.

Colonial one is ready to jump.

All civilian ships away,
including colonial one.

Recover fighters.
Stand by to jump.

Combat landings.

All fighters aboard, sir.

Execute jump.

Jump 237 complete.

All civilian ships present
and accounted for, sir.

Start the clock.

And let's start prepping
for the nextjump.

Clock is running. 33 minutes.

Mark.

You got 32 minutes, people.

You know you're not safe.

No, of course not.

The Cylons will follow us again,

as they have the last 237 times.

You're right, you know.
There are limits.

Eventually, you'll
make a mistake.

And then you'll kill us all.

Yes.

Yes, I know.

But not for another 33 minutes.

Adama: I want to try
something new this time.

Divide the fleet
into six groups.

Then theyjump...

Then theyjump two more times and
on the fourth jump, we rendezvous at

a common set of coordinates.

24 jumps to plot,
we're breaking our humps

calculating one
jump every 33 minutes.

Get off my jacket.

Are you eating this?

Not anymore.

Apollo: Combat landings expected
again to be the order of the day,

so double-check your
undercarriage before...

Look, you've all
done this 237 times.

You know what to do.

No mistakes.

And let's make it to 238.

And good luck and
be careful out there.

Can you do me a favor? Tell
captain Apollo he owes me one wing.

Dave: You got it, chief.

No, cally, there's three.
I know there's three.

Can you check it
again for me, please?

Yeah.

At least get some of
them starting to work.

We'll sleep when
we're dead. Come on.

Boomer.

Heard the latest? They
say Cylons look like us now.

Primary fuel?

Primary fuel 2893 krg.

Marine told one of the pilots that we
marooned some guy back on ragnar

because they actually
thought that he was a cylon.

You know what?
I don't give a frak.

Red light on the number four thruster.
Go make a visual ID. See if it's blocked.

Right.

Right.

A little rough on your
new eco, don't you think?

He's not my eco.

He's some refugee from triton that I've
been saddled with and I didn't ask you.

Helo's gone, Sharon.

I didn't ask you that, either.

Sorry.

Colony?

Saggitaron.
How many have you got?

5,251 survivors from
saggitaron, last count.

We can't transmit photos yet.

If you want, you can
leave them with us

or you can put them
on the board outside.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Next.

Colony?

Update on the headcount,
madam president.

How did we lose 300?

There were some overcounts,

a few deaths from wounds and a
few missing during the last attack.

Do you want children, Gaius?

Let me think about
that for a minute.

Procreation is one
of god's commandments.

Really?

I'm sure someday, if
you're a good cylon,

he'll reward you with a
lovely little walking toaster

of your very own.

I want us to have a child,
Gaius.

You can't be serious.

It's Dr. Amarak.

What was that?

I'm so sorry for interrupting
you while you were speaking.

You were just saying?

Oh! Uh...

I was just saying
that a Dr. Amarak

had requested to
speak with the president.

Dr. Amarak. I see.

You know him?

Have you always been
able to multitask like this?

Yes. Yes.

I used to work with him
at the ministry of defense.

It says here that he's
uncovered important information

regarding how the Cylons were
able to defeat colonial defenses.

I was always a little
worried he was on to us.

Were you going to speak to him?

Perhaps I should speak
to him if you're busy.

Actually, I think he wanted to
speak directly with the president.

It sounded urgent.

It must be very important.

Maybe something about a certain
traitor in the president's inner circle?

There's not enough
time before we jump.

I want him on board first
thing during the next cycle.

Thank you, doctor.

I'd say you have
a serious problem.

If I can help.

He's a strange one, isn't he?

Pilot: Landing bay,
team Alpha...

Did you see it?

Twelve more cases of nervous
exhaustion. That makes 61.

Have the docs start pumping
them up with stimulants

and get them back on the line.

Pilots, too.

Fuel report.

One out of every three,
every other cycle.

That's going to come back
and bite us in the ass.

We have too much work
and not enough people to do it.

Dualla: Fuel report.

I've already
signed one of these.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Comm traffic two
from the president.

Is this my 10 minutes
or this yours?

Yours. I took 10 last time.

I'll see you guys in combat.

I believe it was
your 10 minutes.

If the old man's so tired he
can't remember, then it's his turn.

You see the note from the xo?

Yeah, I saw it. No way.

Apollo: Kara, everyone else...

I don't fly with stims.

They blunt yourreflexes,
your reaction time.

Come on, Kara, give
me a break. Just_

Why are we arguing about this?

I have no idea.

Neither do I. You're
the cag, act like one.

What the hell does that mean?

It means that you're still acting
like you're everyone's best friend.

We're not friends,
you're the cag.

"Be careful out there"?

Our job isn't to be careful, it's to
shoot Cylons out of the frakking sky.

"Good hunting" is what you say.

And now, one of your idiot
pilots is acting like a child

and refusing to take her pills.
So she either says, "yes, sir,"

and obeys a direct order
or you smack her in the mouth

and you drag her sorry ass down to
sickbay and you make her take those pills.

Well, I'm glad I'm
not working for you.

You're damn right you're glad.

So, do I have to smack you
in the mouth, lieutenant?

No, sir. I'll take my pills.

Oh!

Perfect.

Carry on.

Yes, sir.

Man on pa: Pilots to ready room for
pre-flight briefing. Pilots to ready room.

What?

Jump 238 complete.

Start the clock.

33 minutes.

Mark.

All civilian
ships present and...

Strike my last.

One civilian ship missing
and unaccounted for, sir.

Which one? The olympic carrier.

Commemml passengervessel

were they left behind?

I think I accounted for all
civilian ships before we left.

You think? Did
you or didn't you?

They're not logged in, sir. I think
they may have been left behind.

How many people aboard ship?

1,345 souls, sir.

You're telling me we left over 1,300
people to die at the hands of the Cylons?

It may not have
been her fault, sir.

It may have simply
been a navigational error

and they jumped to
the wrong coordinates

or the Cylons destroyed
the ship before they jumped...

Or 50 other things
may have happened.

The point is we don't know
what the hell did happen.

Yes, we're tired.
Yes, there's no relief.

Yes, the Cylons keep coming
after us time after time after time

and yes, we are still
expected to do our jobs.

We make mistakes, people die.

There aren't many of us left.

Carry on.

Okay. Next crisis?

List of calls? Yes.

But first, where's the doctor
that's supposed to be on board?

What's his name?

Dr. Amarak. Yes.

Dr. Amarak.

He was on the olympic carrier.

God is watching
out for you, Gaius.

The universe is a vast
and complex system.

Coincidental,
serendipitous events

are bound to occur. Indeed
they are to be expected.

It's part of the pattern,
part of the plan.

Dr. Amarak posed
a threat to you.

Now he's gone. Logic
says there's a connection.

A connection,
maybe. But not god.

There is no god or gods,
singular or plural.

There are no large invisible
men, or women for that matter,

in the sky taking a personal
interest in the fortunes of Gaius Baltar.

Be careful.

That which god gives,
he can also take away.

15 seconds.

Maybe this time.

Dradis?

No enemy contacts.

Keep the clock running.

What do you think?

I think we wait.

Get me the president.

Why this time?

Was it something that you did?

We had a new plan, but we
didn't have time to implement it yet.

We lost that ship during the
last cycle, the olympic carrier.

Does that have
something to do with it?

Ada ma: Possibly.

Are you there?

Yeah, I'm here.

What do we do now, commander?
I've got people on the verge over here.

We're going to go to condition two.
We have to take advantage of this time

and let our people
get some rest.

All right.

And how long do we
stay at condition two?

Until I'm satisfied they're
not going to return.

It's a military decision.

It is. I know that.

You're right and I defer to
your decision. And, commander,

let your men and women

know how grateful I am for the
job that they are doing, please.

Thank them for me.

Thank you, madam president.

Thank you.

Contact Apollo.

Tell him to set up a combat
patrol around the fleet

and order his other pilots
to land immediately.

All right, people,
you heard the order.

Boomer, Starbuck, form up
with me. We'll fly the first cap.

I want everyone else back
on Galactica and in their racks.

Three-hour rotation.

Starb uck: Hey, Apollo,

not that I'm not honored by
being chosen to sit in my cockpit

for the next three hours but...

But why you?

Take a guess.

Because I'm on drugs?

You got it. This patrol
is 100% stimulated.

Crashdown: Anyone
else feels like

they have frakking ants
crawling behind their eyeballs?

Apollo: How about you, boomer?

Doc tells me you're holding up
better than anybody in the squadron.

Boomer: I'm tired
like everybody else.

Apollo: You never seem it.

Starbuck: That's
'cause she's a cylon.

You're going to make me come
over there and kick your ass.

Okay. Let's set up a patrol here

before somebody gets hurt.

Follow me.

Starb uck: Copy that, Apollo.

Oh!

A couple hours rack time
does sound awfully sweet

right about now.

You deserve it.

You know, the truth is

all this has me feeling more
alive than I have in years.

You look that way, too.

It's good to see you
without the cup in your hand.

Don't start.

I know there's a whole lot
of people aboard this ship

that wish you weren't
feeling as good as you are.

If the crew doesn't hate the
xo, then he's not doing his job.

Besides, got to make
the old man look good.

I always look good.

Did you look in a mirror?

Seriously...

Sir.

It's one thing to push the
crew, it's another to break them.

Gaeta: Dradis contact.
Bearing 348, carom 120, one ship.

Getting recognition signal.

Computer: Initiating
response flash mode. Alpha, Alpha.

It's the olympic carrier, sir.

Is that confirmed?

It's confirmed, sir.

Thank the gods.

Action stations.

Put the fleet into
condition one.

I want all vipers manned and
ready, but keep them in the tubes.

Mr. Gaeta. Sir?

Restart the clock. 33 minutes.

I hope you're wrong.

So do I.

Gae ta: Clock is running.

So do I.

No. It's all wrong.

If they were left behind, why
didn't the Cylons destroy them?

And why are they showing up now?

It's god's punishment
for your lack of faith.

That's just great, that is.

A more logical and
useful explanation, please.

All right.

The olympic carrier has
been infiltrated by cylon agents.

They've been tracking
the ship all along.

Then that means...

Logically, in order
for you to survive

the olympic carrier
should be destroyed.

Boomer: Olympic
carrier, olympic carrier,

this is raptor 478, call sign
boomer. I have you in visual contact.

Please respond on
this channel. Over.

Man on radio: Raptor 478, this is the olympic
carrier. We have you in visual contact.

Thank the lords of kobol. You don't
know how relieved we are to see you.

Boomer: Roger that, olympic carrier.
Can I ask about your whereabouts?

Man: We had trouble with our ftl
drive. Took us almost three hours to fix.

Have boomer ask them
how they escaped the Cylons.

Olympic carrier, boomer.

I've been directed to ask how
you escaped from the Cylons.

Man: You got me. They were closing in
on us when the rest of you were jumping.

I thought we were goners,
then they just broke off.

Someone must've been
watching out for us.

Boomer: Roger that.
One other thing, boomer.

I've got a Dr. Amarak on board

who has an urgent matter to
discuss with the president.

He's been driving me crazy.

Olympic carrier,
can you be more specific?

I'm afraid I can't. He says he knows
something about a traitor in our midst

and he's unwilling to
share any more than that.

Madam president,
I strongly recommend

that we cut off all wireless
communication with that ship right away.

Why?

Look, forgive me for being
rude, but wake up, all right?

The only reason the
olympic carrier is still flying

is because the
Cylons let them survive.

They've been tracking
that ship all along.

There's probably a cylon
agent aboard right now!

Calm down.

Start over.

Please, madam president,
I implore you. Listen to me.

Cut off radio
communication with that ship

before they send via broadcast
signal another computer virus

to infect our ship shortly
before they blow us all up.

Commander Adama,
are you on the line?

Cut off the speakers.
Put it through the line.

Yes, madam president. And I'm
inclined to agree with Dr. Baltar.

Good. So do I.

Thank the gods you're with us.

God's got nothing
to do with this.

Boomer, Galactica.

Your orders are to jam all
transmissions from the olympic carrier.

No further voice
contact is authorized.

Roger that, Galactica.

Dualla: Boomer, Galactica.

Orders are to send the olympic carrier
the following message by signal light.

Message begins,
"maintain present position.

"Do not, repeat, do not approach
the fleet until further notice."

Message ends.

I'm getting a bad feeling
about where this is headed.

So am I.

If the ship poses a threat to us,
we have to eliminate that threat.

I don't think they got
the message, Apollo.

Yeah, I see it. Boomer, break
wireless silence on my authority.

Warn them to stop their
engines immediately.

I suggest that we evacuate the
passengers and destroy the ship.

It solves the problem if
they're tracking the ship.

What if they're tracking
one of the passengers?

Boomer: Olympic
carrier, olympic carrier,

you are ordered to stop your
engines immediately. Acknowledge.

Apollo, they're not responding.

Apollo: Are you
using the same channel?

Yeah, but suddenly
nobody's home.

Starbuck, fire a
burst across their bow.

Copy that.

Boomer, let Galactica know
we have a problem out here.

Commander, message from boomer.

The olympic carrier is
heading directly for us, sir.

They're refusing
all orders to stop.

Boomer: Galactica,
they're still not responding

and continue to head toward
the fleet. Request instructions.

Order the fleet to execute jump 240.
Get us between that ship and the fleet.

Commander! Dradis contact.
Strike that, multiple dradis contacts.

It's the Cylons.

Crashdown: The Cylons
are on an intercept course.

They'll be in weapons
range within two minutes.

Radiological alarm!

Radiological alarm!

From where?

The olympic carrier, sir.
They've got nukes on board.

Madam president, we have to
eliminate the olympic carrier immediately.

There are 1,300
people on that ship.

Adama: We don't know that. The
Cylons may have captured them already.

She's not going to do it.
She has to do it.

It's not her decision, Gaius.

It's god's choice.
He wants you to repent.

Look, at this point there's no
choice. It's either them or us.

Repent of your sins.

Accept his true love
and you will be saved.

I repent. There, I repent.

I repent.

Do it.

Boomer: We have new orders.

We 're directed to destroy
the olympic carrier

and return to Galactica.

It's a civilian ship.

Apollo: Yeah, a
civilian ship with nukes.

I don't see anybody
in there, do you?

The Cylons will be here any second. If
we're going to do this, let's just do it.

Starbuck, form up with me.

We'll make one pass from astern.

Starbuck: Lee,
what if you're wrong?

Lee, come on. Lee.

Okay, fire on my Mark.

No frakking way, Lee.

Lee? Come on!

Mark.

Are you alive?

Agathon, Karl c.

Lieutenant, junior
grade, colonial fleet.

Pk-789-9348.

I know who you are, helo.

It's all right. I'm a friend.

Sharon?

What are you doing here?

Can you walk?

Yeah, I think so.

What are you doing
here, I thought...

Let's move, mister.

Sir.

Son.

I gave the order.
It was my responsibility.

I pulled the trigger.

That's mine.

Billy: Madam president?

Madam president?

I'm sorry, you were
saying something?

Twenty-four hours, no Cylons.

At least you know it
was the right choice.

The right choice.

I'm sorry, Billy. I think I'd
like some time alone, please.

Of course.

What is it?

Update on the headcount.

Subtract how many?

Actually, you can add one.

A baby was born this
morning on the rising star.

A baby.

Yeah.

Thank you.